[center][b]Girl Time[/b][/center]

[center]By Kaydrien Iceclaw[/center]



“Wakey wakey sleepyhead!” If a voice can be said to bounce, this one bounced, rousing Sharpears out of her blissful slumber. Accompanied by a lapping across her shoulder fur it was an unwelcome intrusion into her peace and quiet.

“…Mother.” She cracked one eye to let in the sunlight filtering into the family den, flickering in past the repetitive wagging of Shortfur’s tail. “What.”

“It’s been morning for ages!” The older wolf hopped back on her haunches a few times, putting her in front of her daughter. She flattened her forelegs to the ground to lower her front, and popped back up in a cheery play gesture. “The boys went hunting on their own today and I was waiting for-e-ver for you to wake up.”

Sharpears groaned, wincing as she dragged herself upright, paws scuffing through the packed dirt. Some days it was hard to believe that the bundle of energy in front of her was older than her, let alone that they could be mother and daughter. “Mom, I was sleeping. If dad and Sky and River are hunting today…”

“I was booooored.” Shortfur gave another up and down play-hop before rolling onto her back, tail still wagging and tongue lolling as her clear eyes stared up at her annoyed child without a shred of guilt. “I thought if they were out we could have some girl time.”

“You know I kept waking up the last couple nights.” She chided. [i]Why did I have to have a mom who never grew up?[/i] No hope of re-entering slumberland in sight, Sharpears let out a yawn and pushed forward her paws to stretch. 

Shortfur’s tail stopped, dropping to the den floor in a puff of air. “Sorry. I forgot.”

“That’s fine.” Sharpears sighed. Ruining her mother’s mood would make her sulky for the whole day. She shook, the motion flowing down her spine and flinging a bit of dust off of her darker gray fur. “I guess if I sleep all day I’ll just have problems again.”

Which was both true and got mom’s tail wagging again. “Yeah. You wouldn’t be sleepy.”

“I suppose so. What kind of girl time?” She asked, strolling toward the entrance to the dug-out cave that served as the family den. “We could go swim in the lake or-“

Sharpears’ stroll was interrupted by a long, wet brush along her right haunch. Shortfur dragged her tongue up around her daughter’s hip to her spine before resting her head on the younger wolf’s back. “We could do that later. I wanted to stay here a little bit longer.”

Feeling her ears grow hot, Sharpears looked back at the painfully innocent expression on her mother’s face, not believing it for an instant. She watched that tail waved in two decisive beats before stopping again. “…Really.”

“It’s been a while.” Shortfur wheedled. The elder of the two had retained the proverbial puppy eyes as well as her general demeanor. “Since we played.”

“Uh. Huh.” Well. It had been a while.

The mother wolf slowly extended her tongue out the side of her mouth, lapping it sideways over her teeth without breaking eye contact. That sight sent a thrill up Sharpear’s spine, ending in a single wave of her own drooping tail. Noticing, Shortfur’s tail resumed a steady rhythm.

Damn. That little moment of shown interest killed her chances of getting out of this deader than a spine-snapped elk. Well before she had decided she really wanted some ‘girl time’ just now. 

Sharpear stretched her neck to point nose toward ceiling to buy time. Nothing like early morning stretches.

[i]If this is going to happen, might as well make the most of it.[/i]

“Okay. We can do some… grooming.” She turned to nuzzle up against her mother’s neck, then moved up to trace her tonguetip around the inner edge of her ear. “Let’s go to the lake after, though.”

“Yeah!” Shortfur bounced victoriously. She nipped gently along her daughter’s side toward her tail, lightly bopping Sharpear’s nose with a wag. “It’ll be fun!”

This wasn’t a totally unusual pastime for the two since Sharpears had reached maturity. Other wolves in the region were scarce, or Sharpears might have found a mate and den of her own by now. Likewise with her brothers Skytail and Rivereyes, in all probability. 

But there weren’t. And a wolf had needs. Actually, now that she thought of it…

“You’re not coming into heat again are you?” Sharpears asked accusingly. “Should I be expecting more brothers and sisters?”

“Noooooo….” Came the innocent reply, interrupting the progress Shortfur was making nibbling her way down the fur of Sharpear’s side. “I don’t [i]think[/i] so….”

 She grinned up at the Sharpears mischievously. “…but if I was… Maybe you’d like some nephews and nieces instead?”

“Mom!” The younger wolf yelped sharply, stepping away a pace. “You are [i]not[/i] having pups from my brothers!”

“Probably not.” Shortfur agreed, chuffing in humor at her daughter’s indignation. Her voice turned sly. “Then again, Rivereyes has grown up awfully handsome. Maybe you better tire me out before they come back.”

“Don’t let Skytail hear you say that or he’ll get jealous.” Sharpears giggled in spite of herself, relaxing a little as Shortfur playfully snapped at the end of her tail. “And what about dad?”

“I dunno about [i]that[/i]. We named him Skytail for a reason. Always wagging high.” She lapped up the right side of Sharpear’s rump to ruffle the ticklish fur there. “And I’m pretty sure I scented Sandy on your father last time they went out together, too.”

“No! Really?” The tongue moving sideways up under her tail only accounted for half of her shocked giggling. “Sky and dad?”

“Mmm-hmm.” Shortfur didn’t bother with a fuller response yet, licking up to only brush the past side of her daughter’s plump vulva and over her anus, stopping to pull against the very base of the tail before her. Stopping to sniff enthusiastically at Sharpear’s rump, she continued. “Why not? We’re here. Now I think about it, wasn’t there a hint of something foxy on him after he went out alone that time?”

“No way.” Sharpears turned her head back to address the other wolf under her tail incredulously. “Sky being a tailraiser, maybe, but-“

A shudder interrupted her scandalized protest as Shortfur made it clear that the talk was done in the most demonstrative way possible. Closing her jaw delicately on her daughter’s thick triangular snatch for a soft squeeze she added a wet dab against the outside.

“-Tell me later.” She conceded. Sharpears flattened her forelegs to lower her front to the ground, allowing the older bitch full access. It was accepted with aplomb.

The snout locked around Sharpears’ outer snatch bit down a little on the malleable flesh, in a light chewing motion that sent intriguing waves of sensation through the wolf’s raised nether end. Taking advantage of the way this pressed open the feminine entrance between her teeth her tongue plunged in with a single brutal motion that made her daughter moan into the otherwise quiet den.

“L-like that.” Her tongue lolled uncaring onto the dust, lost in the way Shortfur lapped over every inch of her insides while teasing the outsides with her teeth. “Just like that. Ohhh…”

The delving tongue pushed this way and that, pressing Sharpears’ canal around inside her as much as internal geometry allowed and involving all of her insides in the incestuous cunnilingus. She moaned into the dirt and pressed back. 

Contrary tease that she was, Shortfur pulled back. Her teeth loosened their grip on the plump black nether lips, letting them squeeze back around her tongue with an increasing wet friction as she dragged out to tease the outer entrance clamped around her squirming tip. 

The wolf may not have been able to see the canine cooch between her lips but she had an excellent view of the pucker above it tensing along with the rest of Sharpears’ lower regions. Touch and taste bore witness to the younger wolf’s arousal as well. Already plump the black lips swelled further, firm female flesh engorged and warmed with the blood that flowed eagerly to arousal’s call.

Sharpear’s cunny had begun to dampen with more than saliva as well. Shortfur closed her eyes to savor the sweet and salty taste of her daughter’s self-lubrication, pleased by the evidence that she made her pup feel good.

The pause did not pass without notice, though Sharpears took a generous moment to pull herself out of the pleasure fog generated by the soft tongue in her snatch. “Mom? Why did you stop?”

Shortfur’s tongue slipped the last inch out of her, leaving shivers of denied ecstasy in its wake. Those had no time to fade before it planted itself against Sharpears’ lower point. The rough surface dragged itself upward over that sensitive crease, drawing a new throaty moan from the younger wolf before she released her grip in favor of lapping sloppily all over arousal-puffed lips.

While her daughter panted desperately she turned her head, nibbling once more on the prominent vulva, this time from the sides. She daintily extended the flat tip of her tongue to rest in the y-shaped cleft to feel the flesh move with her mouthings. Shortfur pressed in a little further from there, enjoying the pressure wax and wane from both jaws and tongue. 

Only ever hard enough to press and titillate at Sharpears’ nether regions of course, nothing like the full pressure available to lupine jaws. But easily enough to mash flesh to flesh deliciously. Skin kneaded against skin while she savored taste and texture alike, reducing her flesh and blood to a quivering mass.

Sharpears had lost the minimal concentration necessary to hold her hindquarters aloft some time ago by now, paws losing traction bit by bit until she was splayed out with stomach to the ground. Her mother obviously didn’t mind at all. Or didn’t notice, simply following the focal point of her attentions downward without comment.

“M-mom. If you don’t slow d-down…” The dazed wolf shuddered. A steady stream of feminine juices oozed down onto the den floor from her pussy, soaking the dirt. “I’m going to-“

Shortfur didn’t need to hear any more to take that as encouragement rather than warning. She loosened her grip, shoving her tongue as far as it could reach. The sensitive black cooch spread to welcome it eagerly.

One enthusiastic wriggle traveled down the organ as a tease. Then without mercy Shortfur squeezed with her jaws, pressing pussy lips to tongue as she drew it out inch by agonizing inch. The friction and pressure were incredible all the way through, and Sharpears’ hips bucked uncontrollably against the ground.

Tonguetip reached entrance and slid free with a sloppy [i]schlk[/i] and Shortfur paused to pant a hot, wet breath against her daughter’s cunny before plunging in to repeat her performance. And then a third time. Muscles internal and external trembled from her ministrations. And then again-

The howl of release ripped out of Sharpears’ throat half formed and cut down to a yelp at the tail end, orgasm coming in a contiguous disjointed twitch that originated in her middle before bouncing randomly around her body from limb to limb. She gushed clear rich fluid from her engorged black folds, soaking the ground between her legs just that little bit more before her mother abandoned the methodical grip-pull-release-plunge to lap up every drop of her reward she could.

The fountain ran dry eventually, though not before lasting long enough to give an observer cause to doubt that. Shortfur methodically lapped every drop out of the younger wolf’s crotch fur until only saliva remained. Tail waving, she nosed her daughter’s tail to the side to rest her chin on the dark fur of her haunches.

“I toldja this would be fun.”

No reply was forthcoming. 

“Pointy?” Shortfur asked, using the nickname Sharpears had long since given up on eradicating.

Sharpears leapt up to all fours in one motion, pulling her mother’s head up for a few inches before the angle brought her rear out from under the lower jaw, and spun around. Her gold eyes blazed into Shortfur’s. Steam puffed out of her mouth with each pant.

“Mom.”

“Uhm.” The elder of the females pulled back reflexively, blinking as if to clear her confusion. Sharpears leaned in even closer to the point that their snouts nearly met.

“Get on your back.”

“Uh.” Shortfur could reasonably be described as wrongfooted by the suddenness of the change from twitchy orgasmic jelly pile to determined intensity.  She made the tactical error of rising to her feet. 

Sharpears slammed into her, knocking the childish matron onto her rear and on backward to fall to the den floor with a thump. Before Shortfur could try to right herself the young wolf planted her paw on her chest, bending her neck to meet eye to eye up close. Her voice came low and sand-rough like a poorly-oiled guillotine being reset.

“It’s your turn.” 

Shortfur’s blank stare persisted for a dozen heartbeats before giving way to a giggle. “Oh my gosh it [i]is[/i], huh?”

“Mm-hm.” Tone still all business, Sharpears lowered her nose to brush her mother’s neck-fur. She ruffled through the short summer coat over Shortfur’s neck and down to her chest, short steps bringing her back while she took in the scent of the older wolf bitch with relish.

Shortfur’s giggling intensified as the exploring snoot traced over the teats hidden under her coat, tongue flicking out to show that Sharpears remembered exactly where her first meals had come from. She continued down past that to the ticklish area between her mother’s lower legs, tail waving with a stately deliberation as she wrung more laughter out of the downed wolf.

“Whatcha gonna dooooo?” Warbled Shortfur, all teasing guile now that she knew more or less how things stood. This wasn’t the first time her daughter had bounced back from release even hornier than before. It just wasn’t a frequent occurrence. This time looked like a doozy. “Get revenge on your poor mommy for getting you up eeeeearly…?”

“Hmmmm…” 

She watched the younger wolf examining her snatch thoughtfully. No, not thoughtfully: That was the same look she gave a particularly juicy elk. 

Sharpears studiously licked over the arousal-damped pussy, much like her own, once. Shortfur had smaller lips than her offspring, speckled pink instead of pure black. She might, perhaps, have had to fight down the smallest spark of jealousy for her daughter’s comparatively oversized clit- if not for how she regularly got to play with those lovely nethers all the same.

Her daughter interrupted that line of thought before it could get much farther than that.

“No.”

“No!?” Shock, tingeing into something like loss. Loss of a good lay, at any rate. “B-but- but-“

“I think I’ll just fuck you senseless instead.” 

Sharpears hopped forward to straddle Shortfur’s body, her own spine angled upward so as to put their crotches in contact. Skin mashed to skin and fur rubbed fur, while Shortfur moaned happily at the hot wet friction. 

“Yeah that’s right. Moan for me.” Still all business, if Sharpears was distracted at all by the stimulation she didn’t show it. No more than breathing hard while her hips humped them against one another, at any rate. “Show me what a horny bitch my mom is.”

The sodden slaps reverberated around the den with each contact and Shortfur vocalized in counterpoint, music to the younger wolf’s ears. Her mother was in a paradise of sloppy cunt to cunt pounding. The way Sharpears had taken charge of the situation turned her on even more; some mischievous impulse made her want to prod the hornet nest. Perhaps a suspicion that getting stung would be enjoyable. “I [i]am[/i] a horny bitch. So horny. Do you think Rivereyes could rut me this hard?”

Sharpears slammed forward hard enough to send her skidding a double paws-width over the dirt on her back, forcing a gasp out of her. She followed the half step needed to renew their lewd crotch-kiss. Her hips adjusted the fraction needed to nestle the wedge of her cunt into Shortfur’s cleft, clit and all, and make it into a hard dominance-fuelled grind. 

If anything, that only undermined the intimidation factor of the low growl buzzing steadily in Sharpears’ throat. Taken together with how the sound wavered slightly at each hip thrust… Shortfur jabbed the nest again.

“O-or maybe.” It was a struggle to force out coherent words. “Sky-“

“Didn’t you [i]just[/i] say-“ Sharpears snarled. “You figured he liked to take it?”

By impressive effort she kept her expression blithely cheery, tongue lolling. Or it could have been complete lack of anything resembling a self-preservation instinct- her daughter’s glare probably wasn’t [i]really[/i] murderous, given the context and high proportion of lust to bloodlust. But odds were most creatures wouldn’t have been able to out-vote the hardwired impulse to freeze. 

“Oooh. Think he’d like to be where I am instead? If you pressed hard enough maybe you could get into his tailho-“

She was shut up by a mouthful of apex predator tongue. Sharpears had turned her head sideways to lock them jaw to jaw nearly as their snatches met lower down, shoving down her mother’s tongue with the same force she would bring down a deer. It was more a demonstration of power than a kiss. She could make the older wolf nearly deepthroat her organ of taste.

A strand of saliva stretched between them as she pulled back, snapped.

“Maybe I could.” Sharpears smirked, hips shifting smoothly back into that short jerky grind that made Shortfur gasp back.

“T-tongue…” 

“You’ll get my tongue when. I. Say.” A particularly hard push punctuated each of the last three words before Sharpears returned to a more sensuous rubbing. “But right now you’re mine. That means no fantasizing about my brothers while [i]I’m[/i] fucking you.”

She paused to let that sink in before finishing up, enjoying the way she felt Shortfur’s body shiver under her and her eyes glaze. Something about turning her mother, overgrown puppy that she was, into a heaving lusty mess was better than an orgasm. In the moment, while it was happening, it was better. Made orgasms better too.

“That goes for wondering if Sky’s slutty hole is stretched out enough to shove my fat cunt into. Stop thinking about it!” Sharpears barked, pushing her another inch along the ground. By the crotch. “Right now you’re my slut. Not his. And I don’t need another one either… yet.”  

Shortfur gushed around her hard enough to feel. Sharpears humped into her mother’s lower body, cunts squelching audibly. Their genitals never really lost touch with one another through the short sloppy thrusts. Neither of them really wanted to anyway. The dommy daughter just kept shoving and grinding, the motion limited to the give afforded by their lower bodies, and it was all she needed as long as it kept Shortfur groaning in bliss.

“So all you need to worry about for now is me screwing you.” As good as this was, she couldn’t keep her voice entirely steady. Only close. No matter; Shortfur was obviously too close to the edge to listen attentively. “You slutty, immature, sex-addled [i]bitch.[/i]”

There was no way to tell if Shortfur’s orgasm was triggered by the words, or it would have come at that instant anyway. In either case her moan turned into a low half-howl of joyous release while she squirted like a geyser, soaking both wolf-cunts and spattering out over Shortfur’s tail and the ground it was pressed into. 

Sharpears didn’t stop, only plowing harder into the wolf that birthed her while she watched her mother’s eyes roll back in their sockets. Without having to keep up appearances she focused on the building heat in her own groin. 

She grunted, slamming in one last time with a howl that her eardrums would regret when she wasn’t thinking with her crotch. But she didn’t stop. She forced her hips onward to stoke the blaze higher as long as she could until the world went fuzzy around the edges and her hips cried out in agony.

When she spasmed to a halt, Sharpears couldn’t be quite certain if her mother was having a second orgasm or if the first had run on all the way through hers. She had slipped forward to the point where she must have been humping the fur just above Shortfur’s genitals at the end, bumping backward into the older wolf’s clit.

Collapsing onto her elder’s belly, she licked at Shortfur’s neck, pulling the other wolf in with her forepaws. The grooming went on, methodical and loving in the haze of satisfied lust for an indeterminate time.

“Huuuuhhhgg. Mm.” 

Sharpears responded to the warbling groan with an equally happy yip. “Enjoy your ‘grooming’, mom?”

“Uh huhhhh.” Shortfur rolled over, and nommed the nearest pointed ear. “Vvv mch.”

“Good.” Tolerating the grip on her ear, she glanced down. Taking in the noticeable puddle between their legs, she sniffed. “We really need to get to the lake now.” 

“Nn uh.” Shortfur denied, shimmying in closer. “Wanna snuggle.”

“[i]Mom.[/i]” Sharpears sighed.  Then something occurred to her. “….it’s too late isn’t it. Crud. We just soaked the den in sex. What if they-”

“I bet they guessed already.” Shifting in closer, she matted her daughter’s neck fur the wrong way with her tongue, gleefully holding on tight to forestall the halfhearted escape attempt. “And since Sky is taking them both under the tail, who cares?”

Sharpears answered with a short grunt. Then she asked, because she couldn’t resist. “…How sure are you about that?”

“Ehhhh…” For an airhead who qualified as adult only by chronology, Shortfur gave a pretty good impression of genuine thought. “Not so sure about Rivereyes. I guarantee you my Treerunner’s enjoying their guy time.”

“Guess we only have to worry about one freakout at most then. Screw it.” Forcing herself to untense, she let Shortfur lazily lick over her head and neck. Now that she could pay attention to it, she was pretty sure her legs would regret the morning enough to make up for the rest of her. Every contented inhalation drew in air permeated with female sex. “Hey. You think if we’re here when they get back, we’ll see Sky get hard from the smell? Or would we have to bury his muzzle in dad’s sheath for that?”

Shortfur’s tail thumped against the puddle of sex-mud, and Sharpears knew without needing any more confirmation that they would be staying at least long enough to find out, before their much-needed dip in the lake.

“Love you, mom.”

“Love you too, sweety.”



[center]The End[/center]