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Revelations by IndigoNeko
Chapter 16 – Open Secrets
Saturday, May 30th, 2015
Alex was laying in bed, half asleep, when someone sat down next to her. The tiger's eyes opened, wondering just what had woken her up, then relaxed when she realized who it was. Lizzy’s fur was showing more patches of brown now that summer was approaching, but was still between coats. It was really easy to see, as the stoat-hybrid was in the process of peeling off her shirt. Glancing down, her eyes widened to see that Lizzy had already stripped her skirt and panties.
Lizzy crawled up onto the bed, swinging her legs over the tiger-cub's chest, looking down at her. Then she moved her hips forward, pushing her flower up against Alex's nose. The faint smell of chlorine made her wrinkle her nose, then the smell of Lizzy's girl-juice drew her attention. She almost couldn't help herself, sticking her tongue out and dragging it across Lizzy's flower. The smell wasn't strong, just a hint of salt and sweet, musk and sweat, but there was something about it that made her want more. She pushed her tongue out further and further in search of the intoxicating flavor and aroma while Lizzy moved around on top of her.
“You must be really horny,” she heard Lizzy say. Then she felt Lizzy’s muzzle around her penis. The feeling was absolutely amazing. The way the stoat's soft tongue wrapped around her feline shaft was making her painfully hard. Then Lizzy pulled back and sucked gently on the tip, making Alex moan with the exquisite stimulation.
The stoat wriggled her fingers underneath Alex's tiny balls, gently moving the pads of her fingers around over the now slippery surface of Alex's flower. As Lizzy gently moved the feline's fuzzy sack out of the way and began to gently rub circles around the sensitive tip of Alex's clitoris, Alex felt that strange tensing just behind her tummy again. She was... she was...
Alex curled up, yowling, as her penis began squirting, feeling it jet up against her chest and belly. One squirt hit her in the bottom of her chin, curled up as she was on her side. The vast majority of it landed on the sheets beneath her. She lay there, her penis twitching, only just now realizing that she'd had another sexy dream. Only this time, Lizzy wasn't really here. Her flower felt... strange. Like she needed something. Like she needed Lizzy to be there licking her until tummy felt like it was going to explode. Orgasm. Such a strange word for something that felt so good.
Her paws drifted down until they reached her panties. Her penis was still poking past the top hem, and she pushed her paws down past it, moving her testes out of the way and rubbing one paw pad against her flower. It was wet, and so were her panties. She frowned in distaste at the slimy texture and pulled her paws back up. She reached one paw up and pulled the covers down, then pushed herself up. Her paw landed in a puddle of cooling semen, feeling it squelch between her fingers. Yuck, she thought to herself with a whimper.
Alex pushed herself towards the headboard, wiping her hands on the sides of her panties and the sheets, lips curled in disgust. The tiger cub gingerly sat up, careful of her leg, and reached over to turn on the lamp next to her bed. She pushed back the covers, greeted by the same smell of salt and sweet, musk and sweat that she’d smelled in the dream, and looked at the bed. It was dotted all over with dark wet spots, and several long streaks, plus a large damp spot where her butt had been. She scooted towards the side of the bed and swung her legs out, then gingerly stood up on one leg. There was a new damp spot where she’d just been sitting on the edge of the bed. She frowned, her lower lip trembling, trying to keep from crying. Five years. Five long, proud years that she'd gone without wetting the bed.
Daddy had given her treats for every week that she'd gone without wetting the bed when she was a little cub, and when she'd gone a whole year, they'd had a party...she'd been so proud of that. She sniffled. Maybe daddy would forgive her. Her lower lip trembled. She couldn't change it herself... not with a broken leg... and the thought of sleeping in a wet bed was just all sorts of gross.
Alex grabbed her crutches and slowly made her way out of her room and down the hallway to her parents room. Her paws and arm pits were sore enough from using the crutches over the last few days that she tried to avoid them now. Still, she didn't want to wake her parents by yelling. That was just rude. So she toughed it out, wincing at the pain in her paws and reaching out to open the door to the master bedroom.
She opened the door, pausing and staring through the darkness at the bed, gradually making out their forms. She shook her head, wondering which of them to wake up. Mom would be irritated, grumble a bit. Daddy, though... She bit her lip at the thought of the look of disappointment on daddy's face. She didn't even realize she was crying until a tear rolled down her cheek. She hobbled over to her mom’s side of the bed.
As she got closer, she caught another whiff; the smell of ocean spray and musk. It was different from the one in her own room, but still recognizable, and she suddenly realized what it was. Her parents must have had sex. She blushed at the thought. Somehow it was weird and uncomfortable to think of her parents having sex. Still, now that she'd done it with Lizzy, she knew how fun it was. Maybe it wasn't weird.
“Mom?" she whispered. “Mom? Wake up, mom.”
Raenne's eye slowly cracked open, and Alex watched her nictitating membrane flicker open, her pupils narrowing slightly. Her mom was wide awake, faster than she'd thought possible. One moment she was asleep, the next she was staring straight into Alex's eyes.
“I... um... I need some help. Please?” the tiger cub begged.
“What's wrong, kiddo?” her mother asked.
“I...um...” Alex leaned down. “...I wet the bed. I'm... I'm sorry,” she whispered.
Raenne blinked, watching her daughter nibble her lower lip, realizing there were tear streaks running down the cub’s face. That was unexpected; Alex hadn’t wet the bed in years... Then she realized what had happened; one of the inevitable side effects of puberty. It was probably time to tell her about 'aunt flow's monthly visit' as well, so Alex would be ready for that too. The older tigress sighed, and threw back the covers, having completely forgotten she’d gone to bed nude.
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Several hours later, Alex was laying on the couch in the living room, watching Star Wars Rebels. The young tiger sighed. This was turning out to be a terrible day, she thought to herself. After breakfast, she'd been complaining about showering with a cast, so her mom had offered to help, mentioning the fur dye Alex had purchased months ago. She wouldn't have accepted her mom’s help if it weren't for the fur dye. Unfortunately, the fur dye had been the bait for a trap, and she’d fallen for it.
As soon as Alex’s fur was wet, mom had started talking about sex stuff, which was totally embarassing. While her mom talked about wet dreams, breeding cycles, pheromones and all the rest of that, Alex couldn’t help but remember the things she’d done with Elizabeth. The young tigress didn’t even realize that her penis had grown stiff, poking several inches out of her sheath. When mom saw it, the older tigress had stared. Alex covered herself up the moment she realized what her mom was staring at, but it was too late.
Raenne blinked, realizing that she’d been staring and apologized. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to stare. That's... uhh... You definitely take after your dad. That's for sure.”
Alex didn't know what it meant, but she was still super-embarrassed, even now, sitting in the living room. It didn't help that mom had kept talking about sex stuff after that as she was cleaning the dye out of her fur, suggesting that she try the larger condoms instead of the smaller ones, and making sure that the condom wrapped all the way down to her sheath.
If that weren't bad enough, there was practically nothing worth watching on Saturday mornings now. All the cartoon shows were for little kids, except for the Star Wars show she was watching. Still, this was better than watching that stupid overly-muscled canine bounty hunter or some boring cooking show. She sighed again. At least next week the summer X Games would be on. It was strange that the summer games would be showing only two weeks after she'd gone snowboarding. Then again, spring had been very cold and wet.
She glanced up as her father walked into the living room, saying “Morning Dad,” before looking back at the TV. He sat down next to her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. For a few moments they sat in silence. She knew he wanted to talk, and that he was content to wait until her show was over. She didn't care about the TV show, though, so she leaned up against him, looking up and asking “What's up, dad?”
He looked down at her, an odd expression on his face. “I wanted to apologize, kiddo.”
Alex was completely confused. “Why?”
“Your mom told me about what happened last night, and... I'm sorry. I should have told you, so that you’d be prepared for it. I went through it, my dad went through it... every boy goes through it, and I'm pretty sure every herm goes through it as well. Your mom said she explained about wet dreams, so I won't mention it again, but... I'm sorry I didn’t tell you. I should have mentioned it when we had that conversation last week, but it slipped my mind. I just wanted to let you know that I'm not disappointed in you at all. Wetting the bed is what little cubs do, but having wet dreams what young adults do.”
Dad squeezed her shoulder, helping her feel a little better before he continued, “Still, knowing you're growing up doesn't help with waking up in a puddle. You'll have to replace the sheets a few times a month... unless you decide to start wearing a bit more than just underwear to bed.”
Alex sighed. “Yeah, mom mentioned that when she was dying my fur. I've got my jammies for sleepovers that I can wear. I just hate wearing clothes to bed. I get too hot.”
“Me too, kiddo. Your mom doesn’t like wearing clothes to bed either,” he said.
“Yeah, I saw that this morning,” Alex muttered, going hot under her fur, remembering what she’d seen.
David was silent for a moment before continuing. “Well, nobody said you have to wear clothes to bed. At least in your own bed,” he amended. “Anyway, you’ll have fewer wet dreams as you get older. You’ll still wake up with an erection though-”
“What's that?” the young tiger interrupted.
“What's what? An erection?”
“Yeah, that,” Alex said, glancing down as she tried to place where she’d heard it before.
“It's when your penis fills with blood and becomes stiff. It's usually caused by sexual arousal, such as when you see or think about someone you want to have sex with, but sometimes they happen when you're sleeping, especially before you wake up. There's a ton of slang words for it as well: stiffy, hard-on, boner, woody, morning wood...”
“Oooh, right,” the little tiger said, remembering. “Lizzy said it before, but I didn't really know what she meant.”
“Sorry, kiddo,” David replied, squeezing his daughter’s shoulder again. “There's an awful lot of stuff about sex that we didn’t think we’d have to teach you for few more years. So... if you don't know what something means, or want to know if there's a word for something you've seen or done, don’t be embarrassed to ask.”
“Okay.”
“I’m serious. You can tell me or ask me anything. Don’t be embarrassed. Anyway, I felt really bad about not telling you, since mom said you looked miserable when you woke her up. So...”
David stood up and walked back around the corner into the hallway, picked something up, then came back into the room. He was carrying her snowboard. She immediately noticed that it had brand new shiny black bindings, with back plates that looked like they would wrap around her ankles.
“You snapped the old bindings, unfortunately, and I had to get them replaced. Your board should last you through next year though, so I got the bottom re-waxed and the edges filed down. I don't know if you'll like these. The reviews said that some people prefer the traditional bindings, but I figured you might give them a try. The backs can be flipped down, and when you can kick your feet in they automatically snap shut.”
With that, he sat the board down and sat down next to her again, pulling her close and kissing her on the bridge of her nose. “I'll get you a season pass as soon as the slopes are open again, love.” Alex smiled, almost in tears at the rush of mixed joy and sorrow. If only the slopes weren't closed for the next seven months. She buried her face in daddy's side, hugging him fiercely. Daddy always thought of the coolest things.
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Elizabeth hopped out of her mom's burgundy Lexus and closed the door, white dress swirling around her, then walked around behind the car to get her backpack out of the trunk. After she’d retrieved it, Julia gently closed the trunk with a soft click as her daughter darted up the walkway to the Andreyev's front door. Julia held back, staying next to the car. She didn't particularly want to talk to Raenne Andreyev, especially after the tigress had confronted her on Thursday afternoon. There was something about the larger woman that legitimately terrified her, though she did her best to hide it.
Elizabeth reached up and pressed the doorbell. It was only a few moments before the door opened, revealing white-furred tiger wearing black slacks and a matching mock-neck tee. He opened the door, stepping aside as Elizabeth bounced inside. As Julia pulled open her car door, he quickly stepped outside and closed the front door behind him. “Wait!” he yelled, holding up one paw. “Hold up a moment...”
Julia paused. She hadn't talked with David that much, but he seemed nice enough. She closed the car door and brushed her paws down her blouse, idly picking a strand of white fur off of it. As he walked down the driveway towards her, once again she was struck by just how tall he was, easily head and shoulders above her; he was a tiger, after all, but it made her feel decidedly tiny in comparison. She had to fight off the urge to bolt like one of her feral cousins.
“Julia. I... I wanted to apologize for what Raenne put you through. I understand why she grilled you earlier, but we both feel like we've wronged you and Terrence,” David said walking around the car, pausing a moment to take a deep breath. “We've been friends for years now, and we really don't want to lose that, especially over something that you and Terry had no choice over. I'd do literally anything to save Alex's life, so I understand, at least a little, why you-”
Julia interrupted him by placing her paw against his chest. “Stop. Just... give me a little time. I'm still trying to cope with the fact that someone else knows about...” she looked down at the ground, “...knows our dirty little secret.”
David was silent for a moment as Julia's paw slid off his chest. Awkward silence filled the air. The tall tiger pursed his lips for a moment, then tried to voice his concerns.
“Look,” he said slowly and quietly, “I'm not exactly a doctor, but I've got a feeling that the stress of keeping that secret... the fear of being discovered... was part of why you had a heart attack. If... well...” he trailed off, taking a deep sigh. “If you’re willing, Raenne and I would both like to hear the whole story, rather than simply snippets of it. I think it would do both you and Terry good to get that off your chests.”
Julia said nothing. The uncertainty of not knowing if the perverted act would calm an infant's heat, the fear that Elizabeth might die, the disgust of having to do something most people considered morally reprehensible just to save their daughter's life... listening to an infant's wailing while her husband sobbed at his inability to perform and shouted obscenities at whatever God had deemed fit to put them through that utter hell... The thought of telling someone else everything that they'd gone through was just too much. She'd rather forget it all, she thought as she continued to stare at the ground.
“Neither of us will judge you for what you had to do,” the tiger continued carefully, “and I promise that neither of us will ever say a word of it to anyone else for any reason. Ever. Raenne... Raenne also feels she owes you an explanation of why she acted the way she did, which goes back to her own childhood. Next weekend, perhaps we could all get together for a barbeque or something, and talk it over after dinner? Your house or ours, whichever you would be most comfortable in.”
“I... umm...” she looked back up at him. As much as she wanted to, she could find no hint of deception in his ice-blue eyes... just concern and sorrow. She looked back down. “Next weekend,” she said with a slight nod as she turned and opened her car door once again. She didn't see the relieved smile that lit his face, but she heard it in his voice.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
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As Elizabeth propped her backpack against the wall in the front foyer, she heard Lexi shout “I'm in the living room, Lizzy!”
“Be right there,” she replied, as she slid her shoes off, setting them in the cubicles next to the front door. Then she padded down the hallway, her toe-claws clicking on the polished wood floor. The clicking stopped as she turned the corner, stepping into the carpeted living room area where Lexi was sitting in the corner of the sectional sofa, her broken leg propped up on a pillow. Once again, the tiger cub was wearing a skirt, something that Lizzy rarely saw her wear to school. It was the same pleated black skirt and a cyan babydoll tee that Lexi had been wearing last time she’d come over.
“That's a nice skirt!” Elizabeth said as she walked across the living room. “How come you never wear it to school? And...is it just me or are you...more orange? Did you dye your fur?” the stoat asked, stopping and cocking her head a little.
“I don’t wear skirts to school. I don't want people looking at my panties and finding out I'm a herm,” Alex explained, looking up. “And yes, mom helped me dye my fur my fur this morning. It was actually a trap to get me to spend time talking with her.”
“Well, I like it!” the stoat said as she sat down next to her feline friend. “It's more like a burnt orange now, rather than a pale yellow orange. It goes super well with that shirt. How'd you manage to dye your back fur and keep everything else white?”
“Mom used a brush to paint it into my fur. Then we had to use the detachable shower head thing to wash it out. It took like... an hour,” Alex said, rolling her eyes.
“I love it.”, she said, snuggling up against Lexi's side. “Do you think they sell white dye? I hate my brown summer coat.”
“Actually,” the young tiger said, feeling a bit better, ”Mom was telling me when we were in the shower that we had to be careful with the dye, cause if it got on my tummy, we'd have to bleach it to lighten it and then use some kind of purple dye called a toner to make it white. You could probably do the same thing.”
“Huh. Why purple?” the little stoat asked, puzzled.
“I dunno,” Alex shrugged. “I'd ask mom, but she's at a karate tournament or something.”
“Oh... Maybe Mother knows,” Elizabeth mused.
Both of them heard the front door close, followed by David's firm voice echoing down the hallway. “I'll be upstairs, reading. Yell if you two need anything.”
“Okay, dad!” Alex yelled back.
For a moment they were both silent, listening to David's heavy footfalls as he made his way upstairs. Alex was all too aware of how close Lizzy was, as she caught the smell of the smaller girl’s shampoo. The little stoat definitely liked snuggles and cuddles. She liked them too, especially with Lizzy.
Now that she was thinking about it, that was really only something that family members and close friends did, or boyfriends and girlfriends. That thought brought her up short. What did they call herms who were dating? Hermfriends? They'd both had sex, too. That was something only boyfriends, girlfriends, and married couples did. Obviously they weren’t married, so... were they dating?
“Lizzy?” the tiger asked. “Are we dating?”
“Huh? Noooo...” the stoat said, kind of puzzled. Her voice sort of trailed off, confused.
“Aren't only boyfriends and girlfriends supposed to have sex?” Alex asked.
Lizzy sat up, turning around to look at the young tiger face to face. Her brow was furrowed slightly. “Well... Mother and Father and I have sex.”
“But that's different. You have to have sex, or you'll die,” she replied.
“Well, yeah...” Elizabeth agreed.
“But we don't have to have sex. So, it's different. Like boyfriend and girlfriend different,” Alex explained.
“Ohhh. So because we had sex, we're like boyfriend and girlfriend,” Elizabeth realized.
“Yeah! Only, we never asked each other out. It's like we skipped that step,” the tiger said.
“So, did you want to ask me out?” the smaller stoat asked with a smile.
“I mean, there's steps we have to follow, like asking each other out, going to the movies, going on a date and having dinner, right? So...” Alex paused taking a deep breath. “Will you go out with me, Lizzy?”
“Of course, silly kitty!” Elizabeth said gleefully. Then she leaned forward and planted a kiss right on Alex's nose, then she leaned into Alex's chest, snuggling tightly against her while making quiet chirping noises. Alex smiled and wrapped her arm against Lizzy's shoulders, softly purring. Apparently it didn't matter whether she was a boy or girl; they were dating!
After a minute Elizabeth rolled over, snuggling against Alex’s side before getting absorbed in the Star Wars cartoon, watching the rebels sneaking around as they tried to avoid being spotted by storm troopers. Alex, though, was getting more and more distracted from the show.
Alex had never really paid much attention to how Elizabeth smelled until last weekend, but now, it was almost all she could think of. Not only could she make out the stoat's faint natural musk, but also the peach scented shampoo she'd used, and the detergent used to clean her clothes. It was like her nose was working overtime. She was even getting occasional whiffs of the stoats slight arousal and a faint metallic smell that she now knew indicated someone was either ‘in heat’ or menstruating. Lizzy’s smell was making her penis swell.
Mom had explained everything about monthly and seasonal mating cycles, estrus, pheromones, and all the rest of that this morning while they'd been in the shower. She knew that “feline pheromones can trigger involuntary arousal”, as mom had put it. Maybe stoat pheromones can too, she thought. Certainly she’d gotten an erection when she’d been licking Lizzy earlier that week. The memory of licking Lizzy to a wailing orgasm stuck in her head for a moment, and suddenly her slight arousal turned into a full-blown erection, straining against the confines of her undergarments.
Alex was trying not to think about the uncomfortable pressure, but it just got worse and worse as they sat there, watching the television show. It seemed like her senses were going crazy... She could feel Lizzy's every twitch, every breath, practically every heartbeat as her best friend cuddled against her side. Even the throbbing ache of her broken leg was no help against the onslaught of sensations.
Suddenly Lizzy yawned and stretched. Glancing at the TV, Alex realized the cartoon had come to an end. A cereal commercial was playing, one that she'd seen dozens of times already. She muted the TV and tossed the remote aside. Lizzy put a paw on her leg and pushed herself up, twisting around. Lizzy stopped, looking down at Alex's waist, eyes going wide.
“Wow. You...uhh...”
Alex looked down at her waist, squeaking when she realized what Lizzy was looking at. Her penis had managed to poke past the top of her panties and was pushing against her tee-shirt and had left a tiny wet spot near her belly button. She slapped a hand over her tummy, but it was too late. “Sorry!”
Lizzy broke into a fit of giggles. That didn't help, leaving Alex's face burning with embarrassment.
“Oh, silly kitty! Did you get stiff because of me?” the little stoat asked.
She nodded, looking down. “Sorry, I couldn't help it. You smell really good.”
Elizabeth glanced up at her friend’s face, then back down again to where Alex was trying to cover her erection. A slight smile turned up the corner of her muzzle. Then she glanced over her shoulder. “Your father said he was upstairs reading, right?” she asked.
“Yes, but what...”
“You think he'd get mad if I licked you here in the living room?” Elizabeth asked, running her tongue across her lips.
Alex's eyes went wide at that, but the thought made her erection twitch, remembering just how good it felt. “I... umm... I dunno. Mom said last time to do that stuff in the bedroom. She also said something about doing stuff in public being against the law.”
“Yes, but we're in your house, not outside,” the stoat said as she bounced off the couch. “I'll go ask.”
Alex's mouth dropped open. There was no way she would ever have asked her dad something like that. Lizzy had turned the corner and was running down the hallway before she could even say “wait”. Then again, her dad had said she could ask him anything, so maybe...
David's ear perked as he heard rapid thumps heading up the stairwell, and looked up from his book where he was reading, leaning on a pillow against the headboard of his bed. Low and behold, Alex's four-foot ferret friend appeared in the doorway, smoothing down her white dress and brushing some of the brown and orange hairs off of it. She paused at the threshold, and he blinked, unaccustomed to such good manners from a cub.
“Come on in. What's up, Lizzy?” he asked.
The cute little cub walked up to the side of the bed as he sat up and closed his novel.
“Umm... Raenne told us to go to Lexi's bedroom before doing any sexy stuff last time, and normally we would, but I was thinking she should probably stay off of her broken leg as much as possible, and it probably hurts to walk around too. So, would it be okay if we did some sexy stuff in the living room, since you're going to be up here?”
David's mouth dropped open, a practically perfect match to Alex's only moments ago. Without thinking, he asked “What sexy stuff?" realizing only after he asked the question that he probably didn't really want to know.
“Well, Lexi got an erection while we were watching TV, so I was thinking I'd lick her-”
David held up a paw before the conversation turned X-rated. “Stop! On second thought, I don't want to know.” Damn, he thought, the things you go through as a parent. He still couldn't believe that his wife had allowed this. “You two keep your clothes on unless you're in Alex's room. If there's anyone other than myself or Raenne in the house, no sexy stuff at all. Other than that, I don't care,” he said.
Okay, that was a lie, he thought to himself, he did care. He’d caught himself staring at the little stoat in her swimsuit more than a few times over the past year, then felt sick for thinking of her as sexy, just like her mother was. Now he was so conflicted. Cubs their age really shouldn't be having sex, but he’d seen first-hand how much they could enjoy it. His dick began to harden at the thought. He fought back the perverted thoughts; he was a parent first.
“Do you remember the five rules that Raenne taught you two?" he asked as he nonchalantly used his book to cover his lap.
“I think so...” she said, nibbling her lower lip.
“Well?” he asked, “What are they?”
“Umm... We have to use condoms... she has to pull out... no getting semen near our flowers... and clean up afterwards,” the little stoat said, thinking hard.
“...And?” David asked, prompting for the last one.
“Stop means stop?” the little stoat asked, hesitantly.
“Good,” he said, nodding at her.
The stoat paused, blinking. That was easy. “Okay!” she said brightly, then darted out of the master bedroom, running back downstairs.
David quickly rubbed his face with his paw, trying to ignore his erection, feeling like a damned pervert. He sighed and picked up his book. However, the nagging thought that he was missing something kept jerking his attention away from the story. Ten pages later, he realized he’d said ‘Keep your clothes on’, not that they couldn’t have sex. He groaned, pressing one paw to his forehead, and set his book back down and sat up. The tiger got up, adjusting the shorts and tee shirt he’d changed into after Julia left, and walked towards the stairs.
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Elizabeth raced down the stairs, grinning. Her parents never would have allowed running down stairs at her place, but Alex did it all the time, so she did too when she was here. She grabbed the end of the bannister and swung to keep her momentum, sliding a dozen feet across the polished wood floor down the hallway. Then she ran into the living room where Alex was.
“I can't believe you went and asked my dad that,” Alex said as the stoat came into view.
“What? Is there something wrong with it?” Elizabeth replied as she flounced across the living room and practically bounced onto the couch next to her best friend.
“I dunno. Just... it...” Alex paused. Maybe there wasn't anything wrong with asking your parents if you could have sex. After all, dad had said earlier that she could ask him anything about sex and not to be embarrassed about it. She blinked as the thought finally sank in; sex wasn’t something to be ashamed of. “Nevermind. What did he say?”
“He said we had to keep our clothes on except in your room. That’s kinda strange, since you might get your clothes messy. Oh, and we can't do any sexy stuff if anyone other than your parents are home. He also asked me about the five rules.”
Alex was quiet, wondering about the clothes thing. “Well, I guess it makes sense not to do sexy stuff if there's anyone else over. It's like not having sex in public, cause people might get jealous. Maybe we have to keep our clothes on in case someone comes over unexpectedly, like Mrs. Cohen. She sometimes brings over food and stuff, like last weekend she brought over some apple rugelach after she found out that I'd broken my leg.”
“What's roogul... uhh... whatever you called it...” the little stoat asked.
“Rugelach. It's a rolled up pastry-thing,” the young tiger explained. “They're yummy.”
“Oh,” the stoat said as she went quiet, leaning up against the tiger cub's side. “So she might come over? Just come knock on the door without calling or anything?”
“Yeah... Why? Is that strange?” Alex asked, curious.
“Nobody ever comes to our house without calling first,” Elizabeth said.
“You have a gate and walls around your house, Lizzy. Nobody can come to your house without calling first,” the tiger reminded her.
“...Yeah, I guess that's true. I never really thought about it like that. I'm not sure I like that someone might just come knock on your door when you're in the bathroom or in bed or having sex or something,” the stoat said while pulling her foot-paws up under her dress.
“It’s not that bad”, Alex said exasperatedly. “We get like one visitor a week, and it's usually Mrs. Cohen with cookies or something.”
“Maybe your dad is right, it is a good idea to keep our clothes on...”
Alex rolled her eyes.
Elizabeth continued, “...we just need to be careful not to get them messy. I'm really good at that though; I can lick Father's penis until he squirts and not spill even a drop, and you don't squirt as much as he does. Mother is much messier though. My whole face gets wet if I try to lick her. It’s even messier if we rub our flowers together. I don't think I'm quite as messy as mom is though, so you could probably lick me without getting too messy. And if you're wearing a condom, you wouldn't get your boy-juice all over, so you can mate with me too... so I guess we should be fine if we do stuff while wearing our clothes.”
Alex's erection, which had gone down after Lizzy went upstairs, made a rapid comeback as Elizabeth began discussing all the different possibilities. “Wait, what was that about rubbing your flowers together?” she asked, curious.
“Oh, that's fun. Not as fun as licking, but we can both feel good doing that. It's really messy though, so we'll need to do that in your room,” Elizabeth explained.
Alex felt kind of sad that they couldn't do that down here. She was starting to get really, really... what was the word? Horny? She was starting to get really, really, horny talking about doing sexy stuff. Her penis was achingly stiff, and she was starting to feel her flower tingle too. She let out a soft whimper.
Elizabeth looked over, hearing her kitty-friend whimper, and suddenly realized just how stiff Lexi's penis had become. It's shape was clearly visible, poking at the bottom of her tee-shirt. The wet spot she'd noticed earlier was definitely growing.
“Oh wow,” she said, eyes growing wide. “I'm sorry, I didn't realize...” Lizzy trailed off as she quickly lifted Lexi's shirt, exposing the hermaphrodite's pointy pink penis. A good two inches were peeking out through the waistband of her skirt, a tiny bead of moisture forming at the tip. She quickly reached down to unbutton the skirt, then tugged at it. “Lift up, silly kitty, so I can...”
Alex lifted her hips up, trying not to put any pressure on her broken leg, as Lizzy tugged Alex's skirt down around her thighs. Then the stoat pulled the feline's panties down too, the velcro strap in the back tearing loose, exposing the rest of Alex' boy parts. The tiger-cub nibbled her lower lip as she sank back into the sofa, then moaned as Lizzy licked the drop of liquid off the tip of her penis.
Lizzy savored the drop of salty-sweet boy-juice for a moment before dragging her tongue up the sides a few times. She absolutely loved Lexi's penis. It was practically perfect in every way. It fit her flower perfectly, and had those delightful little bumps around the back of the head and on the shaft... As much as she loved Father's penis, his was just a tad too long. She was still debating whether or not she liked taking her father all the way inside her flower, since it had felt amazing, but left her really sore the next day.
Realizing she’d left Lexi waiting, she opened her mouth wide and pushed her muzzle forward, feeling the bottom of Lexi's penis slide across her tongue, coming to rest almost at the back of her mouth.
As soon as she'd taken Lexi's member all the way in, she quickly started stroking her tongue around it, getting it nice and slick. Wrapping her lips around Lexi's penis, she gently sucked on it as she started to bob her head slowly up and down. She slowly bobbed her head, feeling Lexi's paw gently rubbing her back and hearing her tiger-kitty purring louder and louder. She smirked to herself, knowing she was the cause. Still, she was curious, so she pulled back, using her paw to gently stroke her best friend while she spoke.
“Mmm, did you take a bath before I came over again?”
Alex fought back a moan as Lizzy switched to her soft paw pads. It took a few seconds for her to understand before replying, “N-no. Just a shower. Mom helped me dye my fur, remember?”
“Oh, right,” she said as she continued to run her paw up and down. Having spoken her mind, she quickly engulfed Lexi's penis, sucking on it once again.
“Oh God that feels good. But... why'd you ask? You asked that last time too.”
Lizzy pulled back again, licking her lips. “I dunno... last weekend you tasted spicy. Now you just taste clean.”
“So... is that good or bad?” the young tiger asked, still curious.
Lizzy shrugged. “Good? Spicy was good too. At least you don’t taste like pee-” Lizzy stopped, mid-sentence, struck by a random thought. “Wait-a-minute. Where do you pee from?”
Alex blinked. “Umm... my penis? Where else would I pee from?”
“Well, I pee from a little hole near the front of my flower, just behind my button... umm... I mean my clitoris,” she said, using the proper term.
“Oh,” the hermaphrodite said, thinking about it. “I don't think I've got one of those.”
“Well, you do have a clitoris. I know you do; I’ve licked it. Still... weird,” she said as she wrapped her lips around Lexi's boy-bits again, slowly sucking it down until she had the entire length in her muzzle. Then she continued bobbing up and down like before, Lexi's soft tummy-fur tickling her nose every time she reached the bottom. The pointy tip of her friend's feline member reached nearly the back of her throat.
Suddenly she caught a whiff of that spicy scent from last weekend and paused, then pressed forward until Lexi's sheath was pressing against her lips. Taking a moment to run the tip of her tongue around her lips, she took a deep breath through her nose, catching just a hint of the smell of cinnamon and basil. She could feel Lexi's wonderful kitty-cock throbbing and twitching between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. Not wanting this to end quite so quickly, she held still, hoping that Lexi wouldn't squirt.
Alex’s belly tingled as Lizzy's lips pressed against her sheath, the wet warmth driving her closer and closer to squirting. Then she felt her penis twitching, that strange feeling in her testicles. Then Lizzy stopped, leaving her just on the edge. She moaned, on the edge of orgasm, then whimpered as she felt it slip away.
After a few moments, the throbbing stopped, and Lizzy smiled, pulling back. Lexi's penis was a dark red, almost purple near the pointy tip now. She watched as Lexi's male member twitched again, ready to swallow it again in case it looked like she was going to squirt, then leaned back onto her heels. Lexi whimpered again, and she looked up. The expression on Lexi's face was hilarious; it looked as if she was going to cry, her eyes were wide and pleading.
“Oh hush, silly kitty,” she said with a giggle, “It's not that bad.”
“Says you!”
“Yes, says me! I do this to Father all the time. He says it just makes it all that much better in the end. Anyway, I smelled something.” She said. Then she buried her nose in Lexi's tummy-fur, taking a deep breath. Yep, cinnamon and basil. “Mmm, I love the way you smell, sexy kitty. Like chai tea or something.”
“I... I love the way you smell too...” Alex said, bashfully, looking down at her all-too-obvious erection. “That's why my penis got hard in the first place.”
“Really?" the stoat asked, feeling her flower tingle at the thought that just her scent could make her best friend so aroused.
“Yeah, you were sitting there, and I could smell you, and it reminded me of when we were licking each other on Thursday, and...”
Alex jerked back with an “Eep!” as Lexi darted forward, licking the tip of her nose, then burying her face in Alex's neck ruff as she wrapped her arms tight around Alex's shoulders and hugging the tigress as tightly as she could. Lizzy started making those weird chirping noises again and Alex sat there for a moment before wrapping her own arms awkwardly around Lizzy's back. After a moment she started running her paws down Lizzy's back, noting how soft her white dress was.
Alex was totally okay with hugs, especially hugging Lizzy, but utterly confused. “Umm... Lizzy? I love you too, but... why the sudden hugs?”
Lizzy continued to hold Alex, nuzzling her neck as she replied “Because you love me like Father loves me. You can't help but think sexy things about me and you're strong, and pretty, and brave. You hold me when I'm sad,” Lizzy said with a sniffle, on the verge of tears, “and you asked me out...”
She did love Lizzy, it was true; she always had. Not knowing what to say, Alex did what she always did, hugging her friend tightly until she was done being sad, trying to ignore her throbbing erection.
Several sniffles later, Lizzy's hold around her shoulders loosened, and the stoat leaned back, smiling despite the tears running down her fur. Alex couldn't help but smile herself, and leaned forward to touch her nose against Lizzy's. After a second, she pulled back and quickly licked the tip of Lizzy's nose. Lizzy jerked back, giggling.
Lizzy's expression changed to shock in a split second and pushed herself off Alex's lap. “Oh no! I'm sorry! I totally forgot...” The stoat quickly looked down, seeing Alex's bright-red erection still bobbing in her lap, and quickly knelt down to take it back in her mouth. It had gotten cold, exposed to the air of the room while wet with her saliva, and she suckled on it, pulling it to the back of her mouth and holding her tongue firmly against it, trying to warm it up again.
Alex tried to comfort the stricken-looking stoat, holding her shoulder and rubbing the fur on the back of the stoat’s neck. “It's okay...like you said, it's not that bad.”
The stoat shook her head slightly, then hummed a negative “Uhh-uh”, sending sparks of pleasure radiating through Alex's nervous system, making the young tiger gasp. A puzzled expression crossed the stoat's face. After a moment, the stoat hummed a second time, making her friend gasp again. Lizzy smiled, and began humming, softly.
“Oh God, that's weird. It tickles... ooohhhh...” Alex squirmed at the feeling, which was causing the fur on the back of her neck to stand on end. “Wait... stop. Stop! It's too much!”
Lizzy stopped her humming, delighted at having learned a new trick. She couldn't wait to try it on Mother and Father. She held Lexi's member in her mouth, smiling to herself, pursing her lips slightly and pressing them against Lexi's fuzzy sheath. She didn't move, pressing her tongue to the bottom of the dick in her mouth. After a moment, she managed to feel Lexi's pulse, fast and strong, rushing through a vein against her tongue, and relaxed contentedly.
It was several seconds before Alex spoke again. “Okay... just... no humming. At least, not for that long. That was waaay too... too much.”
With a happy sigh, Lizzy began wrapping her tongue up and around Lexi's shaft, delighting in those tiny bumps that covered it. She continued to nurse at it, alternating between bobbing her head and sucking, licking the sides and occasionally just mouthing at the tip with her lips while she stroked it with her paw. It wasn't long before Alex began purring again, and less than a minute after that before she felt Lexi's penis twitch.
Alex whimpered and gasped out, “Lizzy? I... I'm... I'm close.”
Lizzy grinned, then pulled back halfway before humming “Mmmmm-hmmmm”, hoping that would do it. It did.
Alex gasped at the strange sensation, then felt her balls pull tight as her penis twitched, squirting a thick wad of thick, white semen against the back of Lizzy's throat. Her hips jerked as her male member twitched again, then rose several inches as her back tensed, her boy parts rhythmically clenching. Lizzy opened her mouth and jerked back as Lexi's hips rose, trying to keep her teeth away from Lexi's beautiful penis. That proved to be a mistake.
The moment she pulled off, Alex's penis jerked up, pointed straight at the open window behind the couch. For a split second, nothing happened. Then Alex's member rippled, and in seeming slow-motion shot a thick rope of semen several feet in the air, flying clear over the back of the couch. Before it had even landed, Lizzy was grabbing at Alex's dick, pulling it back towards her face, but was too slow. The second squirt splattered her face, leaving a sticky mess across the bridge of her muzzle and all over her left whiskers before dripping down over Alex's shirt and tummy. She quickly planted her mouth on Alex's dick again, feeling it twitch in her hands. The warm sticky gift of her best friend's love continued to squirt against the back of her mouth again and again, pooling in her mouth and under her tongue.
Eventually it came to an end, and Lizzy relaxed, slowly pulling off Lexi's member, dragging her lips over the tip to catch any last drops. Then she realized her mouth was almost full, and tentatively swished it around. It was salty, sweet, and spicy all at once. It was less salty than Father's and much sweeter, with a hint of cinnamon and basil... kind of like salty chai tea. She almost didn't want to swallow it, but her mouth was too full. She tentatively swallowed a bit of it, leaving the rest on her tongue, savoring it.
Alex sighed, then her hips collapsed, bouncing on the sofa cushion. She was suddenly utterly exhausted. Maybe Lizzy was right; it was better in the end. “That was... wow. I don't think I've ever felt that good...” Alex trailed off, seeing the sticky mess all over Lizzy's face.
“Oh gosh. I'm sorry,” Alex quickly apologized. “I didn't mean to get you...” then she trailed off again. Lizzy wasn't looking at her, she was looking behind her.
The stoat swallowed, distracted, as she stared over Alex's head. “Umm... oops?”
“What?” Alex twisted her head around, trying to see over the back of the couch. The window blinds were pulled all the way up, and it was obvious what she was staring at. Several rivulets of semen dripping down from a large splatter in the center of the window. “...oh.”
The house was completely silent for a moment. Then they heard the footsteps coming from upstairs, and Alex's dad yelling, “Hey, kids?”
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