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Revelations by IndigoNeko
Chapter 30 – Secret Suspicions
Saturday, June 6th, 2015
Not too long after an antique clock hanging on the wall chimed seven o’clock, a young tiger’s damp nose began to tickle. Luckily for the sleeping tiger, their tongue was covered in tiny keratin bristles, much like that of a non-morphic feline’s, only softer. Under a microscope, the bristles looked a bit like velcro. They were perfect for scratching any itches that tongue could reach. And so, with a minimum of effort, the young tiger stuck their tongue out and wiped it across the tip of their nose.
The small stoat sitting next to the tiger smiled and pulled a toy plush away from the tiger’s nose just in time to keep it from getting licked as she teased her sleeping friend into wakefulness. After a moment, the little stoat gently touched the plush to her friend’s wet nose yet again... and received the same response. The third time, the tiger finally opened their eyes, nictitating membranes sliding down their eyes towards their nose.
“Good morning, sleepy kitty. Sleep well?” the slender stoat asked, setting the plush down near the head of the bed they were lying on. At some point during the night they had thrown the covers off and were sleeping in their bare fur; they hadn’t bothered to re-dress after their bedtime activities. Thus, it was easy to see the female stoat had faint markings in her brown and white fur that were clearly not normal for a stoat, and would have been much more at home on a sable-furred ferret. There was a faint impression of a mask on her face and the fur on her arms, legs, and tail were a few shades darker than the rest of her fur.
The tiger yawned, showing off a mouth full of sharp teeth and a pair of formidable cuspids. “Mmm, yeah,” the tiger responded, throwing their forearms out as they stretched, showing a broad expanse of white fur on their chest and belly and the orange and black-striped fur of their sides and arms. It was easy to see that the tiger was extremely physically active, despite their thick fur. It was also easy to see that shi was a hermaphrodite.
“Good. So whatcha wanna do today? Play minecraft?” The stoat asked with a smile, showing several smaller but sharper teeth. It was a bit strange that the slender little stoat, not even four foot tall, would be sleeping naked in the same bed with a tiger-cub that was nearly a foot taller and easily twice as big. However, the two had been best friends for over four years; nearly half their lives.
The tiger, who went by the name Alex, blinked a few times. “I dunno. Watch a movie, maybe. Actually... Do you still have that colored pencil set? I kind of want to draw,” the tiger stated. Having just woken up, the strangely vivid dream shi had just experienced was still fresh in hir mind, and shi wanted to draw what shi had seen.
The stoat, whose name was Elizabeth, nodded. “In the computer desk drawer. With the markers and crayons and stuff,” the little stoat said, pointing across the room at the white computer desk next to an equally white dresser. A thin, silvery, and expensive computer sat atop the computer desk. Behind the computer monitor was a window that overlooked a pool and tennis court from high above. In the distance one could barely make out cars and trucks travelling along the I-5 corridor through the tall pine trees that lined the backyard of the estate. The trees did an excellent job of muting the noise from the nearby highway.
“Good. Maybe after breakfast, you can play minecraft while I draw. Then when we get bored we can watch a movie. Then you need to do your swimming lessons. I think it’ll be time for lunch then,” the tiger said, rapidly coming up with a plan for the day. It was pretty obvious who was the leader and who was the follower in their relationship. An observant individual would also note that the tiger was thinking first and foremost of hir best friend’s health; which made sense if one knew about the little stoat’s medical conditions.
Elizabeth smiled. “I like that idea. But first, we need to take a bath. And you need to throw that away,” she said, pointing down towards Alex’s waist. The fur she was pointed at was clumped and matted, and probably smelled a bit funky after what they had done the night before, which was probably the reason that the stoat had mentioned taking a bath.
Alex blinked, following the direction that the stoat’s finger was pointing until shi saw the bright red condom bunched at the tip of hir sheath, a remnant of their bedtime activities. Without thinking, shi reached down with a pair of claws and snagged it, picking it up along with a small clump of semen-matted fur. The fur, unfortunately, was still part of Alex’s pelt immediately prior to being forcefully and painfully removed.
On the floor below them, a ferret, a stoat, and a canine were all suddenly awakened by one sharp yelp followed by an extended chorus of “Ow, ow, ow, ow!”
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Morning came and went, with Elizabeth’s mother Julia making everyone breakfast after having checked to make sure the children hadn’t seriously injured themselves. After taking their morning bath together, with the tiger being careful not to get the plaster cast on hir broken leg wet, the two cubs got dressed and took the elevator downstairs to the first floor. While having an elevator installed in a house was unusual, it had also been very useful in allowing Elizabeth to get around the large house, as her bout with anemia as an infant had left a lasting legacy of weakness that she was only just now overcoming.
After breakfast and a bath, the two cubs played video games and doodled and watched some cartoons on the television in the first floor living room. It was typical of a Saturday afternoon for the two cubs, regardless of whether they were at the Stouffer’s residence (as they were now) or at the Andreyev’s much smaller residence on the east side of town across the highway. They alternated whose house they stayed every weekend, as they had almost every weekend for the past three years. It was a very rare occurrence that they didn’t have a Friday-night sleepover, though sharing a bed or bath was a very recent addition to their routine. Two weeks ago, to be specific.
While Elizabeth had known how to swim for a very long time, thanks to her parent’s insistence, swimming laps was a newly acquired skill. Ever since Alex had taught her how to time herself with a stopwatch, the young stoat was using the pool more often than she ever had before; it was fun to see the (very slight) improvements with her lap times. While the tiger wasn’t supposed to go swimming thanks to the plaster cast on hir leg, Alex didn’t mind recording lap times for the little stoat and acting as lifeguard. So, after the two cubs got bored of watching television, they went out to use the giant pool in the Stouffer’s backyard. While both families had backyard pools, the one at the Andreyev’s residence was only a small residential pool, not even eight yards long.
After Elizabeth had exhausted herself, the little stoat went upstairs to wash the chlorine from her fur while Alex helped the family’s live-in maid, named Charlotte, make lunch. The doberman pinscher had just that morning removed the neck brace she’d been wearing for the past week. The doctor had ordered her to wear it for a week after she’d been wound up in the emergency room with minor whiplash, a concussion, and a shattered muzzle. Luckily, the teenaged canine didn't have any visible scars from the surgery they'd done to stop the sinus bleeding and rearrange the broken bones in her muzzle, as most of the incisions had been done through the inside of her nose and gum line, except for a few small ones where they’d inserted the screws. Her face looked a little strange though now that the swelling had gone down, with four long lumps running along her muzzle. The lumps were the long thin metal plates they’d used to hold the maxilla, zygomatic, and nasal bones together while they healed.
Charlotte wasn’t on-duty, hadn’t been on duty for the past week, and was still supposed to be off-duty for the next three weeks. However, she absolutely loved cooking and insisted on making lunch despite loud protests from both Julia and Terrence Stouffer. After a rather noisy argument, both the older stoat and ferret had finally given in and retreated to the library while they waited for lunch to be fixed. Perhaps twenty minutes after the argument, Charlotte used the kitchen intercom to buzz the rest of the house, letting them know that lunch was fixed.
“Thanks Charlotte,” Terrence said as he sat down, the last one to join them at the table. The business-ferret was dressed in his usual weekend attire: a polo shirt, slacks, and a pair of brown leather shoes and matching belt.
“Thank Alex; shi did mosht of the work,” the teenaged doberman replied, pointing with a spoon in the tiger’s direction, her sibilant sounds slurred due to malocclusion from her broken front teeth and missing cuspids.
Alex looked down at the table in front of hir, a bit shy. “It was nothing.”
“It’s delicious!” Elizabeth said through a mouthful of grilled cheese sandwich. The little stoat felt like she was starving, as usual after swimming.
“Elizabeth, no talking with your mouth full. You know better,” Julia scolded her daughter. Then the older stoat dipped the grilled cheese in the cup of tomato basil soup and took a bite as well. After a second she raised her eyebrows. “This is really good, actually.”
Growing curious, given how everyone was raving about it, Terrence also took a bite of the grilled cheese sandwich after dipping it in the tomato soup. “Very good soup indeed,” he said once he’d swallowed. ”It’s got a bit of a curry flavor. Is this a new recipe?” he asked, raising his eyebrows in Charlotte’s direction.
“Yesh. It’sh not mine though. I jusht made the shandwiches. The shoup is all hirsh,” the doberman girl said, pointing at the tiger cub again.
This time Alex blushed. “It’s not that hard. Six tomatoes, one onion, some chicken stock, garlic, a bit of ginger, curry powder, brown sugar, coconut milk and some basil leaves,” shi said, rattling off the recipe shi knew by heart. “Mom makes it with chili peppers and pepper flakes, but I know some of you don’t like hot stuff, so… Oh, and I had to use regular basil instead of thai basil.”
“Thank you. I’m glad you decided not to add the chili peppers,” Julia said with a chuckle. She was sensitive to spicy foods.
Charlotte was very thankful as well: she could handle chili peppers, but to her they just ruined the flavors. Cautious not to bump her broken teeth with the metal spoon, the teenaged doberman took a sip of the soup, and practically swooned. After a week of faux-strawberry or imitation-chocolate and sawdust-flavored protein shakes, the soup tasted better than anything she could possibly have imagined. She shivered and sighed in delight, then took another sip.
After a minute or so of the quiet clink of silverware, Julia spoke up. “So... Terrence and I are going shopping after lunch. We’ve got to get stuff for the barbeque this evening. Charlotte, would you mind watching them for a bit?”
The doberman shook her head gently. “Not at all. Though... could I talk to you for a moment before you leave?”
Julia nodded, and the rest of them continued eating in relative silence. After another minute or two, Terrence picked up his napkin and wiped his lips. “Ahh, that was delicious. Thank you, Alex and Charlotte. I’ll be back down in a bit. Need to go get my wallet and keys before we leave.”
Almost as one, the two adults stood up, before taking their dishes to the kitchen. Charlotte also stood up and followed them.
“So, what’s up?” Julia asked as she put the dishes in the dishwasher while Terrence went upstairs.
“Shooo... God, thish ihs sho awkward... Can we go into the garage to talk?” Charlotte asked, picking at her blouse nervously.
Julia nodded, then turned and punched the key-code into the security panel next to the door leading to the garage before she pulled the door open and stepped out. Charlotte followed, pulling the door closed behind her.
“Okay, sho... Were you actually sherioush about letting those two have shex with each other?” Charlotte asked with a very serious tone. ”Becaush they did. Lasht night.”
Julia blinked, then frowned. “Oh. Yes, we did tell Elizabeth that they could, as long as they used condoms. Did they?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Yesh. I mean... I think sho,” Charlotte said before backtracking, not wanting to reveal that she had entered their bedroom last night. “Alex shaid they were ushing condomsh when I ashked hir lasht night while watching anime. I jusht wanted to make absholutely sure you were okay with it. Like absholutely, totally, completely, perfectly fine with the fact that two nine-year-old cubsh”, she said, stressing their ages, “are probably going to shcrew each other shenselesh every chansh they get.”
Julia looked a bit defensive at that. “Well, to be honest I wasn’t entirely comfortable with it at first, but it seems hypocritical to tell Elizabeth that she can’t have sex with her best friend when she has to have sex with her father,” she said, looking a bit sad. “And Raenne was the one who asked Terrence if Alex and Elizabeth could have sex, so I know the Andreyevs are okay with it.”
“Sho you’re totally comfortable with it?” Charlotte pressed the question again, raising an eyebrow.
“Well... yes, I suppose that I am. Why? Does it bother you?” Julia asked, tilting her head slightly as she looked up at the teenaged canine. “I thought you said you were okay with it last night.”
“No, it doeshn’t. I was jusht making sure,” Charlotte said, trying not to quiver as she steeled herself to tell her employer that she’d broken the one rule that had insisted most on. “One more thing. Lasht night when I took thoshe anime DVDsh up to Elishabeth’sh room to loan them to Alex, the door was closhed, sho I knocked. Elishabeth opened the door, but Alex was under the coversh and hir pajamash were on the ground. I ashked to make sure they had condomsh, caushe I know Elishabeth doeshn’t ushe them with her father. I acshidentally shaid that part about knowing she and Terrenshe don’t ushe them out loud. Sho Elishabeth knowsh that I know about her and Terrensh. Worshe, I’m afraid Alex might alsho guesh about Terrenshe and Elishabeth... you know,” the doberman said, miserable that she had failed to keep the secret they had entrusted her with. She only hoped the Stouffers didn’t fire her and sue her for violating the N.D.A. she’d signed.
Julia smiled a bit ruefully. “At least you did good making sure they were using condoms. Just be careful about any verbal slips in the future. I suppose since the cat’s out of the bag, so to speak, there’s no real need to keep it a secret from Elizabeth that you know about her medical condition and treatment. Alex, David, and Raenne know about it too. The topic may come up at tonight’s barbeque, so I’ll tell Terrence that it’s okay for you to talk about it with them on the way to the store. But please don’t tell anyone else.”
Charlotte breathed a huge sigh of relief. She’d literally been losing fur from the stress and worry over what Julia’s reaction would be, terrified that the lunch she’d just fixed was going to be the last time she cooked a meal in the kitchen she loved so much. She was rather startled to know that the Andreyevs knew about Elizabeth’s medical condition, but there were more important questions to ask about first. “Okay. Another question... should I allow them to have shex when I’m watching them for you? Like, no babysitter in their right mind would want to take that rishk,” Charlotte said.
“If you don’t feel comfortable with it, then no, of course not, dear. I don’t want you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with,” Julia reassured the taller canine. “Just let them have their privacy if you do decide to allow it.”
“Okay. And... were you sherioush about letting me invite Hikari over ash long ash I tell you all firsht?” Charlotte asked hopefully.
“Of course! He seems like a respectable young man,” the stoat replied.
“Umm... could I invite him over for next weekend, when shchool’sh out?” Charlotte asked hesitantly.
“Certainly. School ends on Wednesday, and I’m going to be taking Elizabeth over to Alexandrea’s on Friday morning, and they’ll be staying over there until Sunday, so you’re welcome to have him over any time Friday or Saturday.”
Charlotte’s mood suddenly soared. Now she just had to work up the courage to ask the skinny monkey out. Speaking of going out... “Alsho, would it be posshible if I could sign up for the driver’sh ed course over the shummer? And maybe go shopping for a car?”
“Uh... Of course. The driver’s ed courses are taught at the high school, so you can ride your bike over there. As for the car... once you’ve completed driver’s ed, then I’m sure either Terrence or I could drive you to check out a few car dealers. You might want to do some research online regarding what kind of car you want though before you get it. Terrence has a Consumer Reports subscription that you can use. That way you’ll know how well it’s rated and how much you should be paying, whether you get it used or new,” Julia suggested.
Charlotte smiled in spite of her broken nose, almost giddy. “Thanksh!”
“You’re welcome, dear,” Julia said as the door opened and Terrence stepped into the garage with them.
“Ready, Angel?” the ferret asked, walking across the garage to his blue BMW.
“Almost. Anything else?” Julia turned to ask the teenaged doberman.
“Nope. Be shafe,” Charlotte replied, then watched as the older stoat joined her husband in his car.
An hour later, Charlotte sighed, letting her head rest against the couch. To be honest, Disney movies weren’t that bad, but she was getting very, very tired of this one. Elizabeth must have watched Frozen half a dozen times already; she had all the lyrics down pat. Now that she thought about it, Elizabeth wasn’t singing at the moment. She glanced over at the two cubs sitting on the couch next to her... and smiled. They’d both fallen asleep watching it, curled up against each other with the larger tiger’s arm wrapped around the smaller stoat. Chances were they’d probably nap for at least another hour. Taking a few seconds to turn off the movie player, Charlotte went upstairs to snag her laptop, then rejoined the sleeping cubs in the living room in case they awoke.
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David pulled his SUV up in front of the Stouffer’s residence. He hesitated to call it a mansion, though it came awfully close. The thick, tall brick walls around the residence and wrought iron gates at each end of the horseshoe driveway only reinforced that impression. Charlotte was standing out front, wearing a skirt and blouse instead of her usual french-maid outfit. The white tiger set the parking brake and turned the car off while his wife opened the passenger-side car door and stepped out, straightening her black summer dress.
“Hi Charlotte,” he heard his wife say as he stepped out as well, popping the trunk open.
“Hello Mrs. Andreyev,” the teenaged canine responded, her sibilants a bit slurred thanks to her broken teeth. “Do you two need any help getting anything out?”
“Nope, we’ve got it,” David said as he stepped around the car, taking a pair of large bowls with potato salad and macaroni salad out of the trunk while his wife grabbed the two six-packs of beer next to them and shut the trunk.
“How’s your head doing, Charlotte?” Raenne asked as they walked up the steps to the front porch.
“Better, though shtill tender. The shurgeon’sh going to take the metal platesh out shometime in another five weeksh or sho, and put in shome fake teeth. My two front teeth were cracked, and my cuspids broken, in addition to the broken fashe,” Charlotte explained.
“Ouch,” David said, visibly wincing; he’d needed a replacement cuspid himself as a kid, thanks to an incident in middle school involving a metal door frame after another kid had tripped him. He still remembered spitting five different colors of paint chips out of his mouth along with his tooth. At least he knew the school was good about re-painting things periodically.
“It’sh not sho bad now,” she replied, closing the door behind them as they entered the foyer. “They gave me plenty of pain medsh. I’ll shtill be on a moshtly liquid diet for the next few weeksh, though,” she continued as she led the two tall tigers through the entertainment room and into the kitchen where the two cubs were putting together a salad.
“Hi Mom, Dad!” Alex said as they walked in. “We’ll be eating out on the back patio. Mr. and Mrs. Stouffer are already out there. We’re almost done making the salad.”
“Sounds good,” Raenne said, pulling open the glass door on the far side of the kitchen and stepping out onto the cement patio that surrounded the pool. Most of the back yard was occupied by a narrow tennis court on one side and a 4-lane short-course swimming pool on the other, with a narrow lawn and a pool house in-between. Tall pine trees lined the far side of the back yard, presumably to block the noise from the highway in that direction. There was white smoke billowing from the expensive brushed-steel grill on the back patio, and Terrence was standing in front of it with an apron that read ‘License to Grill’ with a picture of James Bond holding a spatula.
“David, Raenne, welcome back once again,” Terrence said, turning to greet them. He set the pair of tongs he’d been holding down next to the grill and closed the lid. “Set those down on the table there,” the ferret added when he saw the bowls and beverages they carried, pointing at a long table that Julia was stacking paper plates and plastic cups on. “Have a seat wherever you like. It’ll probably be another five minutes before the hot dogs and hamburgers are done.”
While his wife set down the two six-packs of beer, David slid the bowls onto the table, then wiped his paw pads on his cargo shorts before taking a seat in one of the many teak patio chairs. The two tigers had barely sat down when the glass door opened again and Elizabeth came out carrying a huge salad bowl, Alex hopping along behind her on hir crutches. Charlotte came out last, carrying a jug of tea and another of lemonade. For the next several minutes all of them made small-talk, discussing recent events, until eventually the conversation made its way to what had happened at school.
“Forgive me for being nosy,” Terrence said, turning to Alex, “but what exactly was it that started that whole altercation between you and those two boys? All I know is that one of them... er... debagged you.”
Alex looked puzzled. “What’s debagged mean?”
“It means to pull your clothes off, usually referring to pants,” Terrence explained.
Alex looked down, ears flat. “Oh. I... um... I was daydreaming and I guess I started thinking about Lizzy. I got an erection, and Robert spotted it. Everyone still thought I was a girl at that point, so he started making a fuss about it, calling me a boy and a freak. Lizzy came up and they both started yelling. That’s when everyone else started showing up, including that big badger kid. They started throwing Lizzy around and I got mad and stood up, and then rob... robert...” Alex stopped, choking up.
“It’s okay, Alex,” David said resting one big paw on his daughter’s shoulder. “We already know the rest of it. I’m just glad you and Elizabeth weren’t hurt worse, getting thrown around by a pair of boys like that.”
“Well... a sprained wrist isn’t exactly nothing, but yes, it could have been much worse,” Terrence said, using tongs to take the hamburger patties off the grill. “I’m glad you convinced Julia to file a police report. Boys like that need to learn that bullying isn’t okay, and the schools these days are doing practically nothing to stop it. We can talk about that later though; the burgers are done.”
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Nearly a half hour later, Raenne leaned against the back of the chair and took a sip of her beer, watching Charlotte enter the house out of the corner of her eye. After the glass door closed, she leaned forward and asked the question she’d been waiting to ask for the past week or so.
“So... When did Elizabeth’s medical issues start? More importantly, was there anything else that the hospital could have done?” the tigress asked. “I’d have thought there would at least be some kind of estrogen blockers or something; we’ve got Alex on testosterone blockers right now.”
Terrence and Julia glanced at each other. Julia spoke up first. “It started about two or three months after she was born. At first I thought it was simply a rash that wouldn’t go away. We took her over to the Legacy Meridian clinic three different times and got three different opinions, all of which were that it was a rash as well. By the time a month had passed, we started noticing that she was getting very lethargic and took her in again. The fourth time we went in, the doctor prescribed vitamin supplements. The fifth time we lucked out and got a physician who actually knew what he was doing. Dr. Nez ran some blood tests and found she was anemic and that her estrogen levels were off the charts. He called some people he knew up at OHSU and apparently found out about two rare heritage traits. One unique to stoats, causing her to enter seasonal estrus regardless of her age, and another unique to ferrets causing her to develop estrogen toxicity due to extended estrus,” Julia explained. Then she went quiet, glancing over to her husband.
Terrence caught the glance and nodded, picking up the story where Julia left off. “That explained the anemia. It also gave us some potential solutions... only none of them would work quickly enough. Because the first four doctors didn’t have a clue what they were dealing with, Elizabeth was running out of time. So... they did a crossmatch on her to determine her blood type, and found a match with some blood stored up at OHSU. They did an immediate transfusion, which bought us enough time to try some of those solutions and potentially find a blood donor.”
After taking a deep breath, Terrence once again continued the story. “The first solution was to try putting her on an inhibitor which prevents estrus from starting in the first place. That obviously didn’t work because she was already in estrus. The second was a chorionic gonadotropin hormone shot which simulates pregnancy and terminates estrus. We tried that. Twice. Both times her estrogen levels dropped a tiny bit and then went back up a few days later, and there’s apparently chorionic gonadotropin can cause cardiovascular problems outside of pregnancy, so they didn’t want to keep injecting her.”
He paused for a moment and gestured over at Raenne. “Estrogen blockers like you mentioned prevent the body from converting androgens to estrogens, and her estrogen levels were already too high; they take months to work, and they have other nasty side effects like osteoporosis, which is terrible for children. The only other two options were a hysterectomy or try having her inseminated to terminate her estrus. Since she was already anemic, she would need another transfusion, and they didn’t have any other blood samples that matched and we hadn’t found a donor, so the hysterectomy wasn’t an option. She would most likely die on the operating table.”
“So you tried having her inseminated...” Raenne stated, trailing off as Charlotte opened the patio door and stepped back outside with a glass of pink protein shake in hand.
Terrence glanced over at Charlotte and continued his explanation, apparently unconcerned. “Yes. There were complications with that too, unfortunately, as I told you two that night Julia wound up in the hospital. We still don’t understand the precise combination of things that are necessary to trigger induced ovulation in ferrets or stoats, but we did know of one that worked. So, I wound up getting a vasectomy immediately, and we tried inseminating her two weeks later. Luckily it worked, and her estrogen levels started dropping. Thank God, cause otherwise you wouldn’t be here today, princess,” Terrence said, reaching over and patting his daughter’s head between the ears. “We never did find a blood donor match.”
Elizabeth glanced back and forth at Charlotte while her father spoke, too polite to interrupt, but clearly concerned. By the time he’d mentioned the vasectomy and not seen a reaction from the teenaged doberman, the little stoat realized that Charlotte apparently knew all about them, answering the question she’d meant to ask after the older girl’s comment last night.
Charlotte, meanwhile, had taken a sip of her protein shake and sat back down on a patio chair; this was all old hat to her. The Stouffers had explained everything when she’d taken over as house-maid when her mother moved back to Spain last year.
“Anyway, it turned out to be a good thing that we’d opted for that vasectomy since Elizabeth here went right back into heat less than a week later. Apparently the seasonal estrus from her stoat heritage trait takes precedence over the induced ovulation from her ferret heritage. Unfortunately, the solution we found isn’t a good long term solution; if I’m not there to take care of her, the only option is getting pregnant every summer or having a hysterectomy. Which is why I convinced a few of my fellow college alumni and fraternity members to found Pacific Biotek,” the stoat said, finally wrapping up his explanation and pausing for a bit.
The Andreyevs were all quiet after Terrence’s explanation, mulling that over, at least until Alex broke the silence. “What about getting Elizabeth an IUD?” the young tiger asked.
Terrence tilted his head slightly. “Well, that would prevent Elizabeth from getting pregnant, but she still has to be mated fairly often to keep her estrogen levels in check. Eventually we were planning on getting her one. Where did you hear about IUDs?” he asked glancing at David and Raenne.
Alex hesitated, glancing back at hir mom.
“It’s okay,” Raenne said, nodding back.
“Dr. Nez told us about them when I went to get my blood tests on Monday, and I got one so that I don’t get pregnant,” Alex said, having been reassured that it was okay to discuss.
“Shi started having nocturnal emissions,” Raenne interjected, “and we were worried that shi might accidentally get hirself pregnant,” she said, shrugging.
“Oh,” both Terrence and Julia said, comprehension dawning, while Charlotte’s eyebrows went up. The fact that a hermaphrodite could accidentally impregnate themselves wasn’t something they’d thought of.
“I didn’t know you knew Dr. Nez,” Julia said.
All three of the tigers nodded. “Yep. I’ve been seeing him since I was a little cub,” Alex added. “He checks every few months to make sure my male and female hormones are balanced.”
“Ahh,” Julia said, nodding.
“Anyway, to finish the story,” Terrence added, “I founded Pacific Biotek because I wanted to see if there were any other alternatives for Elizabeth besides a hysterectomy or constantly having sex to keep her estrus in check. Julia and I were also worried that Elizabeth might develop a dependency on me, and wouldn’t try seeking companionship with others later in life. Apparently that’s a potential problem with children who are incest survivors. That’s one of the reasons we’re not opposed to Alex and Elizabeth mating with each other.”
Both David and Raenne glanced at each other. Charlotte nodded to herself. None of them had heard about incest dependency, and it helped to explain why the Stouffers were okay with their daughter having sex with other children; the earlier they exposed her to other potential mates, the less likely it was that she would grow dependant on her father.
“So now you know all our dirty little secrets,” Julia said, giving a wry grin and sighing. “What about you two? Why did you decide against gender assignment surgery for Alex?” Julia asked.
Alex looked up at that, glancing first at Julia and then at hir mom and dad. It was a pretty good question, and one that shi didn’t know the answer to; mom and dad were usually pretty evasive about it, like when shi had brought it up at dinner after that stupid goat boy had pulled hir panties down.
Raenne took a deep breath. “I don’t exactly know. Certainly the doctors and nurses who were present during hir birth recommended it, saying that bullying and harassment could be an issue. I think the reason is probably that I don’t like people making decisions for me after being in the military, and I didn’t want to make such a drastic decision for hir. That turned out to be a good thing, I think. Once I’d done some research I found that a fairly substantial percentage of hermaphrodites that have gender assignment surgery wind up with gender dysphoria later in life,” the tigress explained before looking over at her husband. “What about you? You never told me why you got mad at the doctor for bringing it up.”
“It’s a totally unnecessary operation! There’s no medical reason for it since any developmental complications can be treated with hormone therapy. Hermaphroditism is completely natural, so the only possible reason for gender assignment is because the parent isn’t comfortable with having a hermaphroditic child. Putting a child under the surgeon’s knife because you’re uncomfortable with it’s birth gender is absolutely barbaric. It’s almost as bad as female genital mutilation, like they do in some of those backwards african and middle eastern counties,” The white tiger said indignantly. “The fact that we allow it in a first world country is mind-boggling, much less promote it!”
Both Julia and Terrence nodded, staying silent. There wasn’t much they could say to that; it was a pretty barbaric practice when you thought about it.
“Father?” Elizabeth asked quietly after the adults went quiet once again. “Can I get another hamburger? I’m still hungry.”
“Absolutely, princess.” Terrence said, pointing at the table over by the grill. There was still half a bag of hamburger buns and plenty of toppings next to the plate of hamburgers that had since grown cold. “Everything’s right there on the table. Just stick the hamburger patty in the microwave to warm it up first.”
“Can I get another one too?” Alex asked. “They were really good.”
“Of course!” the ferret replied, standing up. “Here, I’ll go heat a few of the patties up.”
Conversation after that returned once again to more mundane topics, such as the kids plans to go on a date next weekend and Charlotte’s plans to get a car and take drivers ed. It was starting to grow dark by the time they’d decided to call it an evening. After Alex got her sleepover supplies, the Stouffer family escorted the Andreyevs back out to their car.
Raenne helped their daughter into the back seat while David put the now empty potato and macaroni salad bowls in the back of the SUV and shut the trunk, walking around to the driver’s side door. Alex was still waving from the back seat at the Stouffers standing on the front porch as he pulled out of their driveway and onto the road that ran through the neighborhood.
“So, did you have fun, love?” David asked, glancing in the mirror at their daughter in the back seat.
“Yup! We watched a few movies, played some video games and stuff. Oh, and I drew a picture for you two,” Alex said, digging through hir backpack. Then shi passed a piece of paper to Raenne, who took the paper and turned on the overhead cabin light.
“My God, Alex, this is beautiful,” Raenne said, holding the piece of paper out. Alex had drawn a remarkably detailed picture of a small town nestled in a valley between two snow-covered mountain ranges, with a river running through the middle of town into a small lake. There were literally dozens of tiny buildings dotting the landscape, each of them unique and many with tiny plumes of smoke, and hundreds of tiny pine trees, all dusted with snow. It was the most detailed colored-pencil drawing that Raenne had ever seen; easily the best piece of artwork that Alex had ever drawn. It must have taken hours.
“Where is that?” David asked, glancing at the piece of art before going back to concentrating on driving.
“I dunno. I had a dream about it last night, though. I met a big white bear. He was kind of gruff, but nice. I don’t remember what he said though,” Alex said, frowning slightly that shi couldn’t remember their conversation.
“Well, that’s an amazingly detailed piece of art there. I don’t think I’ve ever drawn anything half that good,” Raenne said. “Can I have it framed?”
“Yep. It’s for you two,” Alex said, zipping up hir backpack and leaning against the car seat as hir mom turned the cabin light off.
“Do you have any homework you need to do for the weekend?” David asked after they’d made it out of the maze of suburbs and back onto Martinazzi Avenue.
“Not really,” the little tigress said, pulling hir tail up against hir chest and idly brushing the tip against hir chin. “We’ve got some tests on Monday, and Mrs. Eaglantine gave us a few review sheets.”
“Hmm. Once we get home, why don’t you take a bit of time to work on the review sheets while your mom and I do our evening exercises?” David asked, glancing into the rear view mirror once again.
“Okay,” Alex replied, staring out the window into the evening gloom while absently playing with hir tail-tip.
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Terrence waited on the front porch with his wife and daughter as they watched the Andreyev family leave in their SUV. A few seconds later, they were out of view and they all stepped back inside. Elizabeth hopped up the stairs, most likely heading up to her room while he and Julia went through the living room to the kitchen to clean up a bit. There was remarkably little to do except make sure all the plastic cups and paper plates were stuffed into a trash can.
As they worked, Terrence voiced something that had been on his mind for an hour or two now. “Angel? Did they seem... odd to you at all? Like they were hiding something?”
Julia blinked, looking at him from across the kitchen. “No, not that I saw. Why?”
“Well, it was just a few things that sort of added up. They didn’t seem distraught at all by the fact that we’re having sex with our daughter. Not even when we told them how young Elizabeth was when her issues started. Also, I think it’s odd that Alex has an IUD, since cases of auto-insemination among hermaphrodites are absurdly rare, and almost always deliberate,” Terrence said, remembering some of the articles he’d read about hermaphrodites after finding out that Alex was one.
“Well,” Julia said, pondering, “They have had over a week to get used to Elizabeth’s medical condition and how young she was when it started. You said you’d told them about it when I was in the hospital. And getting an IUD certainly is a valid way to ensure that your kid doesn’t accidentally knock hirself up if shi has wet dreams. I’d assume auto-insemination is rare because parents get them IUDs, just like they did,” the stoat pointed out.
“I don’t know. The fact that Alex didn’t want to talk about it without hir mom’s permission, and that hir mom gave the reason why makes me suspicious. So does the fact that Raenne pressured me into allowing the two cubs to have sex in the first place. And did you see the glance that David and Raenne gave each other when I mentioned incest survivor dependency?”
“No, I didn’t see it... and to be honest I think you’re being paranoid, Terry,” Julia said, dumping the last of the plates into a garbage bag. “Even if they are committing incest like you seem to be implying, who are we to judge?”
“Hmm...” Terrence said, rubbing his chin. “Maybe you’re right.”
But no matter how much he tried to put it out of his mind, Terrence couldn’t. There were just too many coincidences. He couldn’t shake the sneaking suspicion he had that the Andreyevs were having sex with their daughter too.
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About an hour later, Raenne tapped on the doorframe, poking her head into her daughter’s room. “Hey kiddo. How are those review sheets coming?” the tigress asked.
Alex put hir pencil down and looked up. “All done,” the young tiger said, pointing at the three worksheets sitting on the desk next to hir. “I’m just doodling right now.”
Raenne stepped in, walking over to the desk, still panting from her evening workout. “You haven’t drawn anything in months, and suddenly you’re an artist again,” she said, eyeing the sketch of Elizabeth that Alex had started. It wasn’t all that detailed yet, but the proportions were spot on... enough that she instantly knew who Alex was drawing. “When did you get to be so good? You were drawing stick figures two years ago.”
Alex shrugged. “I dunno. I think it’s ‘cause of Danny. Before spring break started, he showed me this trick where you draw what you see, not what you’re trying to draw. Oh, and you start with really soft lines until you get the sizes right,” shi explained, picking up the pencil again.
“Huh. That makes sense. Anyway, I’m going to take a shower. Your dad’s downstairs watching TV, if you want to join him,” she said, bending down to give Alex a kiss.
“Umm... I’ll just stay up here, I think. Finish drawing and maybe play some games. Love you, mom.” the little tigress said.
“Okay, then. Love you too, kiddo,” Raenne said, padding out of the room.
A minute later, Alex heard the faint sound of water running, and everything went quiet again except for the scratching of graphite on paper. Time seemed to fly as shi continued to fill in the details on Elizabeth’s portrait, periodically checking the photo shi was referencing on hir phone.
Shi was just about finished drawing Elizabeth’s eyes when shi heard the full-body fur dryer running in the master bathroom. Fur dryers were kind of like small shower stalls that blew hot air all over you, and were very, very noisy. Noisy enough that it broke hir concentration. Blinking, shi set down the pencil, stood up, and grabbed hir crutches, heading over to hir parent’s bedroom after a quick stop in hir bathroom.
Raenne had just stepped out of the fur drying unit, when she heard knocking on the bathroom door. Puzzled, she walked over and cracked the door open, wondering why her husband couldn’t wait until she’d brushed her fur out and gotten some clothes on first. She raised an eyebrow to see Alex standing just outside. “What’s up, kiddo?”
Alex held up a broad brush with one hand. “Want me to do your fur?”
Raenne blinked; wondering if this was going to become a regular occurrence. “Umm...sure, I guess,” she said, pulling the door open.
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David yawned, flipping off the television. By now his wife should be done with her shower, and he was yearning for one himself. It had been a long day. Between housekeeping chores, shopping, the barbeque with the Stouffers, and finishing it all up with an hour of martial arts, he was ready to head to bed.
The floorboards in the hallway creaked slightly under his weight as he walked towards the stairs. The house seemed remarkably quiet as he padded up to the second floor. Only once he reached the top did he hear the slight murmur of conversation from the master bedroom.
He paused at the doorway, looking in. His wife was naked, leaning up against the headboard of their bed and had one arm held loosely around Alex’s shoulders. Alex was lying next to her, idly toying with the tip of hir tail, still wearing hir t-shirt and skirt.
“Hi, dad,” Alex said when shi noticed hir dad standing in the doorway.
“Hey, you two. Hope I’m not interrupting anything,” he said, more out of politeness than anything. Actually, he hoped he was interrupting something if it involved being naked.
“No, not really. Mom and I were discussing why Robert got so upset. She thinks he might have had a crush on me before he realized I was a herm,” the young tiger explained.
David pursed his lips slightly. That was definitely a possibility. If he’d had a crush on someone he thought was a girl and they turned out to be a boy, he’d probably have been pretty upset. Still, that was no excuse for tearing someone’s underpants off in front of a bunch of other kids, and he said as much. “Maybe. That doesn’t excuse what he did though. Anyway, I’m going to rinse off. I’ll be out in five minutes,” he said, ducking into the bathroom.
True to his word, he stepped out of the bathroom just over five minutes later, fur still frizzy from the fur dryer. He figured that since his wife hadn’t bothered with clothes, there wasn’t much point in him bothering with them either.
“Where’d Alex go?” he asked, glancing at the bed. Raenne was lying by herself now under the covers, flipping through a catalog of martial arts equipment.
“Getting ready for-,” she started to say, turning the page.
“Mom? Do I still have to wear clothes to bed?” Alex asked loudly from hir room, unintentionally interrupting hir parents.
Raenne looked up from her catalog, glancing at David. The white tiger glanced down the short hallway towards their daughter’s room. Alex was standing in hir closet in the far side of hir room, in the process of taking off hir shirt and clothes. He shrugged. “I don’t mind,” he said quietly, looking back at his wife.
“Of course you don’t mind,” Raenne said, rolling her eyes. “No, love,” she said loudly. “I guess you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
David threw back the covers and lay down, sighing as his head hit the pillow and he started to relax, meditating on just how much his perspectives on life had changed in the past week with everything that had happened.
After a minute, Alex appeared in the doorway; nothing but fur and muscle. David made a mental note once again to make sure their daughter ate more. It was strange, he thought to himself, how easily hir appearance could shift from feminine to masculine. With a baby-doll t-shirt and skirt, shi looked like any other girl hir age. Without any clothes, shi could have been mistaken for any other boy, except for hir face. Above the neck shi looked just like a younger version of hir mother. Below the neck, shi looked like a younger version of himself, dyed orange.
Once Alex reached the bed, shi dropped the crutches on the floor and got up onto the bed, scooting across the covers and between hir parents. Shi crawled underneath the covers, then pulled them back up over hirself and flopped back against the pillows with a deep sigh, hir chest rumbling as shi started purring in contentment.
David also sighed, wondering how in the world his wife and daughter managed to purr, something tigers supposedly weren’t capable of. At least he knew when they were happy.
Raenne flipped to the next page, then snagged a marker from the bedside table and circled something in the martial arts supply catalog. For a minute the room was quiet, except for their quiet breathing, the rumble of Alex’s purring, and the whisper of the air conditioning system through the vents.
“Mom? My chest feels weird,” Alex said, hir purring coming to an abrupt end as shi brought one paw up and gently rubbed hir pectoral muscles.
“How so?” the older tigress asked, flipping pages once again.
“I dunno...they feel weird. Like, slightly sore. There’s a tiny lump under the skin,” shi said, now using both paws to feel them.
Raenne finally put the magazine down on the nightstand and looked over. “Well, you are going through puberty, love. Your breasts are probably starting to grow. They usually start growing anywhere from age eight to twelve, and you’re going to be turning ten in a couple of months, so they’re coming in right on time. Your breasts will probably feel sore off and on for the next year, and look kind of funny. After that they should start looking like mine. And that means you’ll need bras as well,” the older tigress added, mentally adding the price of bras to their budget.
“Really?” Alex asked excitedly, wide eyed. “You mean I’m going to have boobs like yours next year?”
Raenne laughed at the excitement in her daughter’s voice. “Not quite, kiddo. It’ll take a few years. Probably not until you’re in your mid teens. Growing takes time, after all.”
“Aww,” Alex sighed, disappointed. Shi’d been looking forward to having boobs like mom’s.
“Don’t feel bad, kiddo,” David said, turning his head slightly, and leaning over to give Alex a peck on the cheek. “You’re beautiful just the way you are. But you do need to eat more to do any serious growing, okay?”
“Okay, dad,” the young tigress said, resolving to do exactly that. Shi would do anything to make sure shi had boobs like hir mom’s.
Rolling back over, David hit the switch on the lamp on his nightstand. Raenne picked up her catalog and flipped it open again. For a few more minutes they were quiet, except for the sound of pages turning periodically. David was almost ready to doze off when Alex spoke up again.
“I’m not keeping you from mating, am I?” the young tiger asked, out of the blue.
Raenne snorted, trying to keep back her laughter while David answered.
“Uhh... no, love. We had sex when you were over at Lizzy’s last night. And again this morning, and just after lunch...” David’s voice trailed off, remembering bending his wife over the kitchen table.
“Oh,” shi said after a moment. “I guess you’re probably too tired to mate with me then,” shi said, a bit disappointed.
At that, Raenne put her catalog down again, rolling over to look her daughter in the eyes. “Do you want us to?”
“Well... Lizzy and I fell asleep watching a movie after lunch, so I’m not really sleepy right now, and I think it would help... or I could get some warm milk...” the young tiger said.
“Hmm. How about I get you some warm milk,” Raenne offered, “and after that we can have sex? That way you’ll definitely feel sleepy.”
“Okay! Thanks, mom,” Alex said, rolling over and wrapping an arm around hir mom in a quick hug and giving her a kiss.
Raenne returned the kiss and quickly threw back the covers, rolling off the bad and trotting downstairs.
“So, what did you want to do?” David asked, rolling onto his side to face his daughter, once again wide awake. In the few seconds since Alex had mentioned sex his length had already started swelling in anticipation.
“Well, umm... could you mate with me again? After that I’d like to mate with mom again, if she’s okay with that,” Alex said.
“I’m sure she will be, love. Here, why don’t you come sit on the edge of the bed and I’ll eat… I mean, I’ll lick you until you’re ready,” he said, throwing back the covers and rolling off the side of the bed.
“Okay,” Alex replied, also throwing off the covers. The little tigress scooted to the edge of the bed where hir father was kneeling on the floor.
“Lay on your back, and relax,” David said, taking hold of his daughter’s legs and tugging hir a bit further before draping hir legs over his shoulders. Hir tail drooped over the side of the bed, brushing against the carpet between his knees.
Alex did just that, laying back and relaxing as hir father used one hand to lift hir fuzzy sack out of the way. Alex’s hidden feminine treasure was slightly swollen, a thin line of glistening pink almost hidden between two fluffy white-furred labia. He used his other hand to spread hir nether lips slightly, looking at hir pretty pink pussy. He wished he could take a photo of it. Leaning forward he took a quick sniff before pressing his broad nose just under hir fuzzy sack, firmly against hir clit. Shi smelled slightly different than last time. The musky scent of hir arousal had faint undertones of cinnamon and basil, strangely enough.
David felt his daughter twitch as his cold nose touched hir clitoris. He wet his tongue and ran it between hir slit, tracing every tiny detail of hir inner labia. Once he heard hir begin to purr, he pressed his tongue further inside hir, searching for hir g-spot.
Over and over he ran his tongue around hir insides, tasting every last surface he could reach, then pulling back to run the tip of his tongue around hir inner labia and clit before pressing back inside to stimulate hir g-spot. Then he did it all over again. It was less than a minute before Alex began gasping. The next time he ran his rough tongue over hir clit, shi started keening and hir legs went tight around his head as shi tensed up and started twitching in orgasm, the plaster cast on hir broken leg thumping against his back.
“Wow. You two didn’t waste much time getting started,” Raenne said from the doorway, holding a mug in her hands. She walked over and sat down next to Alex and waited until shi stopped twitching before helping hir sit upright while David pulled hir legs off his shoulders. “Here you go, kiddo,” she said, handing Alex the mug of warm milk before turning to her husband and glaring down at him. “David, remember what I said about doing things together or not at all?”
David winced and he felt his member wilt at the implied threat of divorce and worse. “Sorry love. I won’t do it again. I promise.”
“You’d better not,” the tigress replied, turning back to their daughter as the cub sipped the warm milk in hir hands. Once again, Raenne marvelled at how large Alex’s dick was for a nine-year-old. Nearly six inches long, when she wouldn’t have expected it to be half that size. Hell, it was larger than most feline men’s dicks that she’d seen. Alex definitely took after hir dad. It actually made Raenne slightly sad, knowing that their daughter would probably continue to grow, and probably become uncomfortably large just like hir father. Suddenly a thought occurred to her, and she made a mental note to find out if it was possible to permanently stretch herself to accommodate larger penises. Then she wondered why that thought hadn’t occurred to her ten years earlier.
Alex sat, panting for a bit before looking down at the mug, and beyond that, at hir father kneeling in front of hir. “Umm... Thank you. Both of you,” shi added, looking at hir mom as well.
David smiled, licking his daughter’s feminine juices off his nose and lips. “Was that enough for one night, or did you want to play some more?”
“More, please! Oh, mom, after daddy mates with me, can I mate with you again?” Alex asked excitedly.
“Sure, kiddo. And you can just say ‘have sex’ or ‘make love’ instead of ‘mating’. Calling it ‘mating’ is correct, but it sounds a little odd, like talking to a scientist,” the older tigress explained.
“Oh... Okay,” Alex said, taking two more swallows of warm milk. Once it was mostly finished shi tilted hir head back and drained the rest. Meanwhile, David had snagged the jar of coconut oil from his nightstand, unscrewed the lid, and scooped out a gob of it.
“Lay back again, love,” he said, motioning with the aforementioned finger covered in white goop.
Alex handed the mug back to hir mom and leaned back as hir father lifted hir balls out of the way and pressed his finger inside hir. Feeling the slightly gritty, gooey stuff inside of hir flower was a decidedly strange experience, at least until it melted and turned slippery.
Raenne got up and walked over to the other side of the bed, setting the mug down on the nightstand there before laying back down as her daughter scooted back onto the bed and her husband stood up.
Alex looked on curiously as her dad started stacking pillows against the headboard. “What are you doing?” shi asked.
“Making something to lean against. I kind of wanted to try something, and I think you might like it,” David explained.
“Umm... okay,” Alex said, watching as he sat down and leaned back against the small stack of pillows. His dick was standing straight up, glistening. He’d clearly used some lube on himself as well.
“Here, just sit on my lap and lean your back against my chest,” the white tiger said, patting his waist. “It’s called reverse cowgirl position.”
“Ohhh!” Alex said, comprehension dawning. “Thanks, dad,” shi said leaning over and giving him a kiss, which he returned with a smile. As shi crawled over, he wrapped his broad paws around hir waist and lifted hir over his own. Spreading hir legs wide and lifting hir balls out of the way, shi took hold of his penis and lined the tip up with the entrance to hir flower as hir father slowly lowered hir onto his lap, careful not to pinch hir tail against his tummy.
Both of them held their breath as his tip touched hir slippery folds and slowly began to slide into hir vaginal passage. With the copious amount of lubrication they had used, the first inch of his length went into hir with no difficulty at all. After that first inch, shi was absurdly tight around him, just like the last two times.
Alex did hir best to relax, breathing deeply and practically going limp against hir father’s broad chest, but it still took time for hir insides to stretch wide enough to accommodate him. At least hir flower didn’t sting at all this time as shi slowly descended further and further along his length. Shi was definitely being stretched to hir absolute limit though; shi could feel every single tiny bump on his penis rubbing against the inside of hir tightly stretched passage.
With as much lube as he’d used, there was no need to do anything but wait as hir vaginal walls stretched around him and gravity pulled hir further down.He kept a tight grip on hir waist just in case; the last thing he wanted was for hir to slip and tear something, or break something of his. It took well over a minute before the tip of David’s length touched the end of his daughter’s passage.
“Stop,” Alex said as shi felt his pointed tip touch that sensitive spot at the very end of hir insides. After the first two times, shi was well aware that trying to take any more would be painful. “That’s it. Just... give me a few moments, dad.”
“Okay. Take as long as you want, love,” David said, holding hir steady. Hir pussy was so tight around him that it was a wonder he could fit inside of hir at all. Somehow this time was different than the last couple of times. The first time had felt like a drug-induced hallucination, and the second time he’d been so horny that his dick had done all the thinking for him. This time he wasn’t horny at all after the marathon of sex he and his wife had started last night and finished at around noon.
Somehow he felt closer to Alex. Kind of like he did when they all cuddled together on the couch watching movies. It was a weird feeling to have while having sex. Almost like that after-sex glow, and the feeling of closeness and intimacy it brought. He glanced to the side, looking at his wife. He kind of wished she was cuddling up against him right now as well.
“Want a distraction?” Raenne asked, noticing his glance and crawling over next to them. The sight of Alex’s not-so-little dick sticking straight up as shi sat on hir father’s lap was too tempting to ignore.
“Uhh... yes, please.” Alex said, waiting for the tingly stretching sensation to fade.
Raenne gave Alex a quick peck on the cheek, then bent down over hir waist, sniffing slightly before wrapping her mouth around Alex’s dick. She was somewhat surprised at the faint scent of basil and cinnamon, mingled with the slight smell of masculine musk and feminine arousal. At least shi tasted clean.
Alex gasped slightly, then sighed as shi felt hir mom’s lips around hir length, followed by her tongue. Mom’s tongue wasn’t quite as rough as dad’s was, but it was still bristly, and the feel of it as she licked up along the sides of hir penis and around the tip was intense. It was just as wonderful as Elizabeth’s, though very different: mom’s tongue was much, much wider and longer.
David almost moaned as he felt his daughter’s insides tense for a second and then relaxed as his wife began sucking on their daughter’s masculine appendage. “Mmm... that definitely helped, love. Good idea.”
Raenne didn’t say anything, simply bobbing her head up and down, while sucking on Alex’s dick like a lollipop. Just like last time, that ever-present discomfort she got from even thinking of giving someone a blow job was much more tolerable, like the difference between someone yelling from across a football field as opposed to yelling in your ear. Apparently having her daughter around was enough to ease some of the bad memories from her traumatic childhood.
Alex relaxed against hir father’s chest as the stretching sensation slowly changed to one of being very full. Periodically hir dad’s shaft would twitch and swell slightly within hir, distracting hir from hir mom’s attentions. For the moment, Alex just relaxed and enjoyed the feel of hir mom’s mouth around hir shaft.
By the time the stretchy feeling had completely faded, Alex was starting to get that tingling feeling at the base of hir penis. Shi had to admit, hir mom was really, really good with her tongue, and made a mental note to ask mom for tips next time shi was licking dad. Right now though.. “Mom? I think... I’m going to squirt soon.”
Raenne pulled back and said “Okay, love,” then went back to sucking on Alex’s length, curious how hir essence would taste compared to David’s.
David slowly relaxed his grip on his daughter’s hips once he was sure that shi wouldn’t slip any further down. He moved his hands up around hir tummy, idly running his claws through hir fur. A few seconds later, shi started purring. As far as he could tell, shi was about as relaxed as shi was going to get. He’d let Alex call the shots though, since shi had asked him to wait. Another fifteen seconds later, Alex’s insides began to flutter around his length and suddenly shi clenched, hard.
Alex moaned as hir testes pulled up tight and hir penis began to twitch. Suddenly it jerked and hir semen began squirting into hir mom’s mouth.
Raenne swallowed a few times, expecting Alex’s ejaculate to taste salty and bitter, like every other male whose cum she had tasted, but after a moment she realized it wasn’t. At all. If anything it tasted kind of like warm water with a hint of Oregon Chai and a pinch of salt. She even let it pool on her tongue a bit, wondering how exactly that was possible. Now that she thought about it, David’s semen had tasted kind of like this when she’d given him a blowjob the other night. Was it genetic, maybe? Or from diet?
Fighting back the urge to start thrusting, David let out a soft groan. The feel of Alex’s tight passage twitching around his length was intense. He wasn’t sure if shi’d had a female orgasm as well as a male one, but he could definitely feel that shi was having something. Once it was over, shi went completely limp, turning noticeably looser around his length. Loose enough that he could probably start fucking hir without causing hir any discomfort.
Once she was sure Alex was done, Raenne swallowed again, and pulled back, licking the tip of Alex’s dick one last time for good measure. Alex lay against hir dad’s chest, purring and looking about as relaxed as it was possible for a cat to get.
“Think you’re about ready now, love?” David whispered in Alex’s ear.
“Mmm-hmm,” Alex mumbled, a lazy smile on hir face.
“Kay,” he said, wrapping his paws around hir hips again. He raised his knees and planted his feet on the bed for leverage, then began rocking his hips. As he did so, Raenne leaned up against his side, and he gave her a peck on the cheek.
She returned it and snuggled against his side, reaching over with one hand to ruffle the fur on Alex’s tummy like he’d been doing.
Lizzy was right: being mated was the best thing ever, Alex thought as hir father began to pump a bit quicker in and out of hir flower.. The first time had been a bit painful at first, and the second time had been uncomfortable, though they’d both been enjoyable in the end. This time, now that shi was totally relaxed, it was fantastic. It wasn’t quite as intense as mating with hir boy parts, but it was way more intimate having someone inside you. Especially someone as big as daddy was.
“Dad? Mom?” shi asked, turning hir head to look at hir mom.
“Yes, love?” David replied, stopping.
“I love you. And thank you for letting me do this with you,” the young tigress said, blinking slowly, purring in contentment.
David felt like his heart would melt. “I love you too, kiddo,” he said, kissing the top of hir head.
Raenne gave Alex a kiss as well, touching noses. When she leaned back against her husband again, he resumed rocking his hips, starting out slow again before picking up the pace. Other than Alex’s deep rumbling purr and the slight creak of the bed, the room was mostly quiet for the next minute or so.
“Daddy? Can I turn around? I’d rather hug you,” shi said.
“Sure, love,” David said, stopping for a moment before lifting his daughter off his lap.
Feeling decidedly empty, Alex awkwardly swung one leg around, trying not to step on him. The fact that shi only had one good leg to work with made it remarkably awkward, even with his help. Eventually shi managed though, kneeling over his hips and facing him this time. Shi gave him a kiss, then reached down between hir legs, taking hold of his length and pressing it against hir folds before sitting down. This time, he slid into hir with hardly any effort, and shi lay against his chest for a moment before he started thrusting into hir again.
Alex decided shi really liked this position, lying atop hir father, hugging him while he mated with hir. Shi tilted hir head to the side and rested hir cheek against his broad, fluffy chest, looking at mom. Mom looked content, laying next to them with a slight smile. Their eyes met, and her smile got even wider.
“Getting close?” the older tigress asked quietly.
Alex nodded. It was harder to tell when hir female orgasm was going to hit, but shi could definitely feel something coming. As hir father’s length continued to rub against hir insides, shi started to get a little anxious. That feeling seemed to build and build, like a spring being coiled tighter and tighter. Finally it snapped.
David felt it immediately when Alex finally came. Hir passage clenched hard around his length, and it felt like hir insides rippled around him, trying to draw him deeper. Shi let out a soft whine and dug hir paws into the fur of his chest. He was already close, and gripped hir waist a bit tighter, pumping into hir a few more times. Just as it felt like shi was finally coming down from hir own climax, his own finally started. Gripping his daughters hips firmly, he pulled hir down and pressed his length deep inside hir, the very tip of his pointed feline member firm against hir cervix.
The little tigress moaned as shi felt hir father’s semen spray against hir insides, filling hir with sticky, warm fluid. It felt like shi was getting filled like a water balloon. A few seconds later it began to leak back down around his shaft, spilling from hir flower and trickling down over hir balls. Shi licked hir lips, intent on the feel of his thick penis twitching inside hir. Once shi was sure he’d finished, shi tilted hir head up and gave him a kiss. “Thank you, daddy.”
“You’re welcome, love,” David said, moving his hands up around hir back in a loose hug. Honestly, he felt like he should be thanking hir instead; he didn’t think he’d ever felt closer to hir than he did right now.
They stayed like that for probably a minute, enjoying each other’s presence. He eventually felt his length soften and eventually slip out of his daughter, followed by a small stream of sticky liquid that pooled on the fur around his sheath.
Raenne, still leaning against the two of them whispered, “I’ve got an idea, love. Do you think maybe you’d be up for a bit of experimentation? I’d love to try having you in my rear while Alex is in my front.”
“Are you sure, love?” he asked, turning his head to her.
“Absolutely,” she said with a grin. “It’d be way easier than having you in my front. You know how tight I am.”
“I definitely know how tight you are. You’re actually tighter than Alex is,” he replied with a slight smile.
“What are you two talking about?” Alex asked with a yawn. After shi was done speaking, shi closed hir eyes, still purring.
“Just discussing options. Did you want to do anything else tonight, kiddo?” Raenne asked.
“Uhh... I’d love to, but I-” Alex said, interrupted by yet another yawn, “I’m going to fall asleep.”
Raenne smiled. “Okay, love. We can try it later then. Maybe tomorrow night. Sweet dreams, kiddo.”
Alex didn’t say anything, already dozing on hir father’s chest.
“Sorry, love,” David apologized to his wife, knowing that she’d missed out on getting any action tonight.
“It’s okay. I’m not horny right now anyway, love. You took care of that for me last night and this morning,” Raenne said, giving him a kiss before reaching over and turning off her bedside lamp. She snagged the covers and pulled them up over the three of them and leaned up against his side once again. “G’night.”
“G’night, love,” he said, closing his eyes. A minute later all three of them were fast asleep, lulled by Alex’s soothing purr.
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