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Yerba Maté
by IndigoNeko, TaintedThylacine
Chapter 5
Friday, August 28th, 2015
The small stoat-ferret hybrid stood in the bedroom doorway, mouth dropping open as she realized what she’d interrupted. A fiery blush spread from the end of her nose to the tips of her ears and she held tight to both the doorknob and her white silk nightgown.
Chris gasped, looking over her shoulder at the doorway, still hilted in her mother. Her tail tip was still twitching as the little stoat had caught them mid-orgasm. Chris was the first one to break the silence with a squeak. “El-Elizabeth...”
Alyssa covered her face with her hands, feeling as if her stomach had flipped upside down. “Mierde. Elizabeth, we-” the older yapok started to speak, only to go silent as the little mustelid vanished from view.
Elizabeth stepped back out of the doorway, quickly pulling the door closed. The little stoat stood with her back to the door, breathing heavily and so flustered that it didn’t even register that the two marsupials had said anything. After a second or so she quickly walked down the hallway, heading back upstairs, her mind awhirl. The very last thing she’d expected was to discover was that Chris and Alyssa were having sex. Mother and Father had told her over and over that adults having sex with children was illegal. So was incest. So why did it seem like it was so common?
Back in the bedroom, Alyssa finished what she was saying with a sigh. “-are going to need to have a talk.”
“This is all a nightmare, right?” Chris asked, blushing and sliding off of her mother, covering herself with a blanket. “I… umm… This is a nightmare right? Mable lost it and kicked me in the head, right?” the young yapok whined, starting to hyperventilate.
“Afraid not,” Alyssa stated, fighting back nausea and getting up as well. “Get dressed and go wait in the sitting room,” she ordered, gathering up her own clothing and walking over to the bathroom to get cleaned up and changed.
A minute later, Chris plaintively asked “Are you sure this isn’t, like, a concussion dream?” as her mother walked past her to the steps that led to the upstairs bedroom.
“I wish,” Alyssa muttered, taking a deep breath. “Elizabeth, can you come down here?”, the older water opossum hollered up the stairs before turning and stepping into the kitchen to start a pot of coffee.
Upstairs, Elizabeth finished straightening the bed and walked back over to the stairs. Making the bed had helped calm her nerves a little bit, but the gravity of the situation still weighed on her. Swallowing did nothing to help with the knot in her throat. Did she pretend she hadn’t seen anything or tell the truth? Moving slowly, Elizabeth made her way back down the steps once again, holding onto the railing.
“Come, sit down,” Alyssa beckoned before turning and walking back into the sitting room. “Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble or anything. Would you like some coffee or something?” she asked Elizabeth, taking a seat across from Chris, handing her daughter one of the cups. The hybrid shook her head at the offer of coffee.
“I still think that this is a nightmare,” Chris stated, picking up the cup of coffee and sipping at it. “This has got to be a hallucination. I’m really just in bed thrashing around. Mom or Elizabeth will wake me up in a second.”
Elizabeth glanced over at Chris, but didn’t say anything, instead walking over to one of the chairs and sitting down quietly and lifting her feet up on the edge of the seat. “I’m sorry, Ms. Alyssa,” she apologized, holding her knees and staring at the floor. “I shouldn’t have opened your bedroom door without permission.”
“That’s okay, sweetie,” Alyssa replied, shaking her head a little. “It should have been closed and locked,” she stated, shooting Chris a look. “But that’s not what we really need to talk about. We need to talk about what you saw,” she continued, taking a deep breath while trying to think of the words. “Do you know anything about what we were doing?”
“Mating with each other,” Elizabeth said quietly, still staring at the floor.
Alyssa nodded. “And I guess that you know that people that love one another a lot will... mate with one another,” she said, stumbling over her words a little. “It’s not supposed to happen with... family... like this. But sometimes it does. So... you can’t tell anyone about this... or me and Chris would end up in a lot of trouble. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” the little stoat said quietly. “I know, Ms. Alyssa. Sex between adults and cubs is illegal and so is incest. I...uh...” Elizabeth’s voice trailed off as she tried to think of how to reassure the older yapok. Something gave her the feeling that Chris’s mother was about to break into tears. “I won’t tell anyone,” she added, trying to calm the older marsupial down. “I promise.”
“Thank you... it means a lot to us,” Alyssa said, her paw shaking a little as she picked up the coffee cup. “Chris and I love one another more than anything... and I don’t think that I could handle not being able to be there for her as a mother or anything like that.”
“Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God,” Chris repeated, her voice growing louder with each repetition. “This isn’t a hallucination, is it?” she asked, looking back and forth between her mom and the little stoat, tears pouring down her cheeks. “Oh God... you must think that we’re some sickos or something... Oh God,” she sobbed. “I just... I like you a lot and I don’t want this to fuck it up... but I fucked it up,” she said, falling onto her side and curling into a ball on the sofa.
Just as Alyssa started to get up, intending to go comfort her daughter, Elizabeth uncurled her legs and hopped off the chair, darting over to where Chris was sitting. “No... no, no, no. Chris, I don’t think that at all. I know how much you love your mother...” Elizabeth said, sitting down next to the yapok’s head. She gently ran her paw across the top of Chris’s head. “I just didn’t know you... uh... loved her like that...”
“But it’s illegal and everyone thinks that it’s gross,” Chris protested, whimpering softly, trying to curl into a smaller ball, as if willing herself to shrink. “But... but it’s not... not to me. It’s beautiful. I... don’t know... it’s... I’m just confused.”
“You can see why we kept it a secret... we shouldn’t have been so careless,” Alyssa interjected, sitting back down looking at the two. “And I know that this has to be worse for her,” she added, taking a deep breath. “I know that she doesn’t want to make any kind of negative impression on you, and she’s not going to like me saying it, but... she has a thing for you and she’s afraid that this is going to mess with that.”
“I... no,” Elizabeth protested. “It won’t. I don’t think it’s gross,” she insisted, looking back down at the girl curled up next to her. For someone who was several inches taller than she was and probably half again as heavy, Chris seemed awfully tiny right now. The sight of the tears running down Chris’s face tugged at her heart. “Chris... chris...” she murmured, leaning down next to her. “It’s okay, I promise.”
“But... you...” Chris started, looking up to the stoat, tears still flowing freely before what Elizabeth had said finally registered. “Thank you,” she said softly. “If you don’t want anything to do with me or anything, I... I’d understand. People say that it’s not normal, but it just feels too right.”
“Chris, look at me,” the little stoat said, waiting until Chris met her gaze. “Mating with someone is just another way to express your love for them. I don’t mind at all if you mate with your mom,” Elizabeth explained. “I mean, as long as you don’t have cubs together, cause they could have birth defects-”
“That’s not something that’s going to happen,” Alyssa interrupted, leaning back in her chair before clearing her throat. “Elizabeth... May I ask you something? How do you know about mating, incest, and such?”
The little stoat looked up, the light from the kitchen reflecting off her black eyes. “Mother and father explained all that mating stuff to me years ago because of my heritage traits. I go into seasonal estrus from spring until fall, just like feral stoats. However, I develop estrogen toxicity if I stay in estrus for more than a few weeks, like feral ferrets do. That’s what causes my anemia,” she explained, sounding far more adult than any nine-year-old had any right to.
“Okay,” Alyssa said, thinking for a moment. “So I take it that the Jill-jab didn’t work or help at all?” she asked, leaning in a little. “I don’t mean to pry, but I’m just a little concerned.”
“No. I mean, it works for a day or two, but then I go back into heat. And I can’t get a shot every day, cause it’ll make me really, really sick to my stomach. Being weak and tired is a lot better than puking and pooping all summer. So I have to take a bunch of pills for the anemia instead,” Elizabeth explained, deliberately omitting the other treatment she received... the one that actually helped.
“That’s... that’s terrible,” Alyssa said, nearly at a loss for words. “I wish that I could help.”
“Elizabeth, I...” Chris said, looking up to the stoat. “That must be hard. I want to give you a hug.”
“I need to step out for a smoke. Or to scream. Or both. It looks like you’re calming Chris down, so...” Alyssa’s voice trailed off and she got up and headed to the door and stepped outside.
“Um... Elizabeth... all of that stuff, the anemia and such, isn’t it going to, like, kill you?” Chris asked, her eyes going a little wide as she realized what Elizabeth had been talking about.
“Yeah. If I don’t take my medicine, I’ll die,” the little stoat replied with a nonchalant shrug.
“Well, we’ll just have to make sure that you take your medication,” Chris spoke, a blush tinting her ears. “I don’t want anything to happen to you. You’re like one of the nicest people that I have met in a long time.”
Elizabeth stammered in embarrassment. “I... Umm... I think you’re nice too. When you don’t hit people that is,” she added, giving a smile and then sticking her tongue out at the yapok sitting next to her.
“Well, she kinda had it coming. I mean, she was talking about one of the most important people in my life,” Chris replied, poking her tongue out in retaliation. “I’ll try to be better about that. And... you're sure that you’re ok with all of this?” she asked nervously, fear still hiding behind her eyes.
“Yes,” Elizabeth insisted with a small smile. “It doesn’t bother me at all, silly. I promise.”
“I... just wanted to make sure,” Chris muttered, rubbing her face with the back of her paws, wiping away the tears.
Alyssa stepped back into the house. “I take it that she told you about the crush and all that?” the older yapok asked as she walked past the living room and to the kitchen.
“Geeee mom, throw me under the bus,” Chris protested with a little huff, “espera, voy a hacer esa única cosa …”
“Crush?” Elizabeth asked, puzzled. “What crush?”
“The one that she has on you. Oops... I guess that she didn’t tell you,” Alyssa said looking over the breakfast bar. “So... you two want something to eat?”
“Okay... now I really think that this is a dream,” Chris muttered looking up at Elizabeth before looking away, a blush tinting her ears.
“Would it help if I pinched you?” Elizabeth asked, sticking her tongue out again. “And what’s this about a crush? On me? Really?”
“I don’t know... depends on where... I mean... sí, haces que mi corazón se acelere y me gustas mucho,” Chris said, the blush growing. “I do have a crush on you. I mean you are, like, super cute and sweet... and I just want to hug you and beat up anything that wants to hurt you,” She added, hiding her face behind her paws.
“I don’t mind hugs,” Elizabeth said with a slight blush herself. “But please don’t beat anyone up. I mean, unless they’re trying to hurt us... I guess it’s okay then.”
“Well that would be the only time that I did it,” Chris said, smiling. “I mean, I said that I would be trying to do better about getting into fights and all that.”
“I’m sorry... What?” Alyssa asked in amazement, looking back at her daughter. “Okay, you two need to hang out a lot more if you’re getting her to stop fighting. ‘Cause I told you before, I’m not bailing you out of juvenile hall if you end up there, alborotadora” the older yapok said, turning back to cooking.
“Geeee, make me look bad in front of her,” Chris complained, shaking her head a little.
“I’m not trying to make you look bad. I’m just saying that you two need to hang out more. It’ll be good for you,” Alyssa replied, turning and settling plates at the bar. “Foods up.”
Elizabeth quickly bent over and planted a soft kiss on the top of Chris’ head, then hopped up off the couch. Chris let out a squeak as she felt the stoat’s lips on her on the top of the head, the blush returning to her ears.
The little stoat walked over to the tall bar stools and clambering up. “Oooh, pancakes. I love pancakes. Thank you, Ms. Alyssa. I mean... Alyssa.”
“Well I guess that we can all just call this good. Our little secret and all that,” the older yapok said, smiling as she set the bottle of syrup on the counter.
The younger yapok sat on the couch for a moment before finding her voice. “I’m going to get you back for spilling the frijoles like that,” she huffed, poking her tongue out at her mom before getting up and taking her seat at the bar.
“Well some little pouchling should have made sure that the door was locked,” Alyssa replied calmly, walking around the bar to join the two. “Tráelo femenino.”
Elizabeth didn’t say anything; she was too busy cutting her pancakes into tiny squares. After a moment she reached over for the syrup and began drizzling it over the pancakes in a spiral.
“Hey Chris. Remember when you had to get me to cut up your pancakes like that?” Alyssa asked, cutting a glance to the smaller yapok. “Had to have them cut just right or you couldn't eat them?”
“Mom, you can stop anytime,” Chris protested with a little whine in her voice. “You keep doing that and my ears are going to catch fire from blushing,” she added as she started to dig into her food.
Elizabeth set the syrup down, then picked up her fork again, stabbing one tiny square of fluffy pancake and bringing it to her mouth. She let out a happy sigh and began chewing it. After a moment she swallowed. “You make really good pancakes. They’re just like Charlotte’s.”
“Peggy keeps this place stocked with all of the stuff that is grown here, the eggs from the chickens, milk from cows. I think that about all she doesn’t make here is butter,” Alyssa said, smiling. “And thank you.”
The rest of their breakfast was spent planning out the things that they wanted to do as well as the things that they had to do over the next few days. The rest of the trip was spent making the most of their time at the farm: horse-back riding, swimming, hiking, playing with Aunt Peggy’s feral puppy, and learning how farms operated. Chris spent her mornings mucking stalls as punishment for fighting while Elizabeth played video games. By the time their vacation was over, both of the cubs were thoroughly exhausted and the events of that morning had been, if not forgotten, at least suppressed.
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Sunday, August 30th, 2015
It was late in the afternoon when Alyssa’s Jeep pulled up to the intercom outside the Stouffer’s front gate. The middle-aged yapok reached out and pressed the little button, smiling as she glanced in the rear view mirror, seeing that the two cubs had passed out on the way home.
A moment later, the intercom beeped. “Stouffer residence,” Charlotte said with a slight lisp, speaking into the intercom on the kitchen wall. She silently cursed Diego once again for breaking her front teeth. At least she would have new ones within a week.
“It’s me, Alyssa and I have a stoat delivery.”
“Ah, hold on a moment,” the teenaged doberman said, tapping the button next to the intercom to open the front gate. A moment later the wrought iron gate in front of the driveway began to move.
“Okay, you two. It’s time to be getting up,” Alyssa said, reaching back to nudge the two sleeping cubs. “We’re here,” she added as she drove up to the house, put the car in park and cut the engine power. A shiny red Mazda hatchback sat further around the curved driveway near the exit gate. Alyssa pulled open the car door and stepped out, stretching a little before going to the back of the car to open the trunk.
“I’m up, I think,” Chris muttered softly, yawning and wiggling a little in her seat.
Elizabeth yawned as well before looking around. Once she realized where she was, she quickly unbuckled her seatbelt. After moving her pillow, she pushed the car door open and hopped out. A moment after the car door opened, so did the front door of the Stouffer’s house. A ferret dressed in slacks and a polo stepped out, followed by a stoat wearing a blouse with a suit vest and matching skirt. Both Terrence and Julia started walking down the steps towards the Jeep.
The little stoat-ferret hybrid grabbed one strap of her backpack and threw it over her shoulder, then closed the car door and walked around the back of the Jeep where Alyssa was pulling Elizabeth’s suitcase out.
“So, how did everything go?” Terrence asked Alyssa as they reached the bottom of the steps. “Any problems?”
“No sir,” Alyssa replied, ‘forgetting’ to mention the madness that had happened on the second morning. “Elizabeth was very well behaved. She’s turning out to be a very good influence on Chris,” the yapok added as she offered Elizabeth her suitcase. “Took her medication and everything.”
Chris walked up as well, smiling. “I had a lot of fun with her. Thank you again for letting her come with us.”
“You’re very welcome,” Terrence said, nodding to the younger yapok.
Elizabeth walked around to Chris, wrapping her in a tight hug. “Thank you for inviting me,” she said quietly. “It was a lot of fun.”
“It was,” Chris said, blushing and returning the hug. “I... um... I hope that we can do more stuff like that. Maybe a sleepover or something,” she said smiling and looking down at the stoat.
“So, I think that you said something about coffee or something?” Alyssa asked Terrence, looking over at the ferret. “Any time that you two are free? It doesn't have to be super fancy coffee. I’m good with whatever comes out of a pot.”
“Work’s slow this week, so I can take some time off. I do have a board meeting coming up Wednesday afternoon, but other than that any time is good,” Terrence replied.
“Same, and I don’t even have a board meeting to go to,” Julia said with a grin. “So whenever you’re free, we can meet. Just… no coffee after five. I have problems sleeping if I drink anything with caffeine that late,” the older stoat admitted.
“Well. I have to take the Pouchling to a friend of hers for them to practice or something. I could swing by here tomorrow at like ten-ish?” Alyssa suggested, smiling to the two mustelids. “And thanks for reminding me. I need to start doing the whole ‘no caffeine after a certain time’ thing for that one too,” she added, pointing to her daughter.
“Love you too,” Chris said sarcastically, poking her tongue out at her mom.
Elizabeth walked over to Alyssa after she’d finished talking, holding her paw out. “Thank you very much for having me, Ms. Alyssa. It was a lot of fun. Especially riding the horses.”
“It was my pleasure,” Alyssa said, reaching out and giving the little stoat’s paw a shake. “I hope that I get to see more of you,” she said, smiling. “Maybe a sleepover or something.”
“Oh, I’d like that!” Elizabeth exclaimed. “Can we?” she asked, turning around to face her parents.
“Sure,” Julia agreed. “Just not every night from now until school starts, and definitely not on a school night. Same rules as always.”
“Elizabeth has a trundle bed in her room for sleepovers, and we’ve got a guest bedroom as well,” Terrence added. “Alex and Elizabeth used to alternate houses every weekend from about the time they were five years old until Alex’s family moved out-of-state a few weeks ago.”
“That sounds like something that we can talk about over the coffee,” Alyssa said. “And if they ever wanted to stay at our house, we have a fold out bed that is like new.”
“That would be fun too. I could show Elizabeth some of the things that I painted.” Chris stated, smiling proudly.
“I’d like to see them-” Elizabeth started saying, interrupted in mid-sentence with a yawn.
“I’m thinking it’s time for a little stoat to start getting ready for bed. Thank you for taking care of her, and for letting her join you over the weekend,” Julia said, thanking Alyssa.
“Ditto,” Terrence added. “Thank you. See you tomorrow at around ten?”
“That works for me,” Alyssa answered, smiling and nodding to the two older mustelids. “I will see you two around then, and I will see you later too,” she added, looking down at Elizabeth. “Come on Chris. We need to get home and unpack,” she stated, heading back to the back of the jeep to close it.
“Thank you all again,” Chris said, smiling and waving to everyone before heading back to the car. The two yapoks waved one last time as they got into the Jeep. The car started up, and Alyssa slowly drove around the driveway, past the small red Mazda, and out the gates, heading home.
The Stouffers stood in the driveway, waving, until the car disappeared. Elizabeth yawned once again. “Father? Is it time for dinner? I’m hungry.”
“We can have dinner now if you want. Come here,” Terrence said, bending down and holding his arms out. Julia took the small suitcase from Elizabeth’s paw as Terrence picked the little stoat up, carrying her inside. The door closed behind them with a click.
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Letting out a yawn, Chris smiled at the sight of the apartments coming into view. “Man it was nice to go to the farm with Elizabeth, but there is just something about being back at the casa.”
“Eh, you just say that cause you want to get back in the bed with me,” the older yapok replied with a snicker, “though you do look awfully cute and happy snuggled up to your little Novia,” Alyssa teased.
“You know, it sounds like someone might be a little jelly,” Chris teased back, snickering as the car came to a stop in the usual spot.
“Maybe,” Alyssa admitted as she opened her door before slipping to the back to open the trunk. “I can’t help but be a little, I mean someone is stealing my little chica from me.” She smiled as Chris came around the back to get her bags. “But in the end, I’m perfectly fine with what, or who you pick. I have toys for a reason.” She reached over, ruffling her daughter’s hair before handing over some bags, then getting her own luggage.
“Love you too mom,” Chris said as she stood there, waiting for her mother to get her things and close the trunk before they started heading up to the apartment. “And I think I know how I want to show it to you,” she added quietly.
“By doing the laundry and cleaning up?” Alyssa asked, half joking as she fished the key from her pocket and unlocked the door.
“You know, one day you’re going to come home and I’m going to be laying on the bed naked,” Chris started saying, getting cut off by her mother as she stepped through the door and kicked her shoes off.
“I come home to that all the time.” Alyssa laughed at her daughter as she came in behind her, kicking her shoes off as well and closing the door behind them.
“You didn’t let me finish.” Chris poked her tongue out. “I’m going to be on the bed naked, and all of the clothes are going to be there nice and folded up, oh and the apartment is going to be cleaned from top to bottom.”
“All that I want right now is you on the bed. I have something that I want you to do. That, and we need to have a little talk,” Alyssa said as she made sure that the front door was locked.
“Would that have something to do with relieving frustrations and all that?” Chris asked as she followed her mother through the small apartment, setting the suitcases on the floor as her mother went to the bathroom.
“That’s one thing,” Alyssa’s voice muffled by the bathroom door. “I know that you have to have a few that you need to work out. Almost a week with that little cutie while actually behaving yourself for once.”
“You have no idea.” Chris shook her head as she finished gathering up the dirty clothes from the suitcases and starting towards the bathroom door. “Morning wood is a bitch.”
“I know. Do you know how often I feel it jabbing me in the thigh?” Alyssa asked as she opened the bathroom door.
Chris dropped her dirty clothes on the ground as her mom appeared in the bathroom doorway, the older yapok completely naked except for a strap-on dildo, one that was modelled after a water opossum’s penis instead of the usual generic penis shape. “Damn mom, where were you hiding that?” Chris asked, licking her lips.
“You’re not the only one that has a surprise up their sleeve,” Alyssa said with a smirk. “Now, get naked.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Chris complied, starting to pull her shirt up and off, letting it fall to the floor. “I still want to know where you are hiding all this fun stuff.”
“Well I could tell you, but I’d rather make you work for it,” Chris’s mother replied, grinning while holding on to the base of the toy that was strapped on her, giving it a teasing wiggle.
That was all that Alyssa needed to say. A moment later, Chris was on her knees looking up at her mother, licking the silicon toy, letting her tongue start at the base before sliding up to the tip before giving it a little kiss between the two nubs at the front. Chris kept licking from the base of the toy to the tip, slowly christening the new play thing as her paws reached behind her back to make short work of her bra, adding it to the pile of clothing that her knees rested on.
A second later she stood up, licking her lips and smiled, working on getting out of the jeans that she had on. “That’s... a little bigger than the others,” Chris said as she let her pants and panties drop to the floor before kicking them off, leaving herself on display, the two tips of her own marsupial penis peeking out of her sheath.
“It might be,” Alyssa confirmed with a little snicker. “What’s the matter? Having second thoughts?” she asked as she softly pushed her daughter onto the bed behind her.
Leaning over Chris, she playfully pinned her daughter down as she pressed her lips to the younger yapok’s. Alyssa practically purred as she wiggled her tongue into her daughter’s muzzle, greeted by the familiar tongue, tastes, and feelings. Several seconds later she pulled back from the kiss, then started kissing her daughter’s body, making a trail down her neck and along her shoulder, to her collarbone and then south, soon finding a soft little nub of skin amidst the fur of her daughter’s chest. The little bump didn’t stay soft for long under her tongue as she flicked against it, teasing and suckling on the nipple before moving to the other one and repeating there.
The trail of kisses moved lower, stopping at the twin tips that were poking from Chris’ sheath. The little water opossum let out a moan as she felt her mom’s tongue teasing her penis, wiggling between the bifurcated ends for a moment before swirling around them. Alyssa took the time to make sure that each of the tips got the same, slow, tender tongue lashing. Pre-cum soon started to form at the tips before being greedily lapped up. The older woman quickly pushed the sheath back, then wrapping her lips around the shaft and starting to slide lower, swallowing up more and more of her daughter’s shaft before. At the same, Alyssa started to move her paw up and down Chris’ member with an agonizingly slow pace. She only did this a time or two before standing up, licking her lips.
“Can’t have you getting too worked up or anything like that,” Alyssa said sultrily as she walked over to the small bedside table, digging through one of the draws, pulling out a small bottle. “I want this to last a little longer,” she said, squeezing some of the clear goo from the bottle onto the toy.
“Good God,” Chris huffed, over at her mother, who was slowly stroking the toy between her legs. “What is it with everyone and all this teasing? I’m going to explode before anything happens.”
“Well, you’re going to do that no matter what,” Alyssa retorted with a little snicker, crawling onto the bed. She nudged her chilly nose against her daughter's balls, making Chris jerk. The older yapok’s tongue lashed out to tease the fuzzy orbs before a paw came up to move them just enough so that Alyssa could get to what she was after. Alyssa’s slender tongue lashing out again, sliding along her daughter’s already soaked slit. She gave Chris’ clit a good flick, getting a moan and wiggle out of her, then did it a few more times, even being so bold as to let her tongue dip into her daughter’s honey pot to get an even better taste before she pulled back.
“Mooom,” Chris whined as she felt her mother’s tongue leaving. “Please,” she begged, wanting more.
“Don’t ‘mom’ me,” Alyssa retorted, smiling as she climbed on top of her daughter. “But since you said ‘please’, well...” she relented, one paw reaching down to hold the toy, lining it up before slowly pressing the tip into her daughter’s pussy, muzzles meeting again.
Chris and Alyssa’s tongues started dancing around, slipping from one muzzle to the other as the mother yapok pushed more and more of the toy into her daughter’s cunny. Alyssa kept it there, letting her daughter get used to the feeling and size of the toy; this one was slightly bigger than the other ones that she had and was made to be more realistic, closer to the shape of a feral yapok cock.
Chris was the first one to break the kiss, looking up to her mother that was lovingly pinning her to the bed. “I’m ready, please I really need it.” Chris whimpered out, showing just how needy and worked up she was from the time that she had spent with the little stoat with no real relief.
“Anything for mi cielito,” Alyssa whispered, leaning down and planting a kiss on her daughter’s nose. “Let me know if it’s too hard or fast,” she said, straightening up and putting her hands on her hips.
A blush tinted Chris’ ears as she heard her mother using that term, a feeling of love and relief welling up with her. Lust and need quickly joined the other emotions that the younger yapok was feeling as her mother started pulling out, leaving just the bifurcated tip of the toy within Chris before she started pushing it back into her.
The mother yapok took her time, making sure that Chris could feel every inch, every little ridge, and bump, revealing in seeing her squirming and wiggling. Alyssa’s smile grew as she would reach down, her paw wrapping around Chris’ twitching cock, stroking it with the same slow pace that she was fucking her with.
“Someone is getting really worked up.” Alyssa teased, looking down to her daughter who was now clinging to a pillow, Alyssa’s eyes then traveled down to her daughter's cock, a small stream of pre dripping from the tip. “I think you’ve been teased enough,” her paw moved from her daughter’s cock to her hip.
That was the only warning that Chris got, not that she needed one. Alyssa started pulling out slowly one last time before slamming into her daughter. The older yapok would use her size and that angle to slam into her hard and fast, the toy’s tips rubbing along the sides of her walls.
Chris wanted to say something sassy to her mom, but she couldn’t get anything out other than a moan. Her body rocked as her mother pumped into her, clinging to the pillow as she felt that familiar tingle starting to build up, though a lot stronger than the many other times. Again, she started to say something but all that came out was a needy moan.
“Cum for me, mi hija!” Alyssa purred as she would lean back in pressing herself close to her daughter, short, deep thrusts working her body.
Chris let out a little whine as she bit the pillow, her body tensing up as she started cumming. Her inner walls started to milk the toy that was so deep in her as her cock started spurting cum between them, making a mess of the pillow and her mom’s belly. All that could be heard was the sound of the two panting and purring, slowly starting to come down from their orgasms.
“Mom, I’m sorry.” Chris said, looking down between them, “I made a mess of your pillow.”
“I know you did, you little bobalicona.” Alyssa shook her head as she sat up and looked at the wet spot on the pillow and the messy fur on her belly. “You go deal with that while I clean up,” she said, slowly pulling the toy of her daughter who moaned and shivered.
Chris giggled a little as she watched her mom slipping off to the bathroom as she got up and took the pillow case off the pillow and cleaned up a little with it before gathering up the rest of the laundry to go put a load on. The two later returned to bed to resume their post love-making snuggles.
“So, about the farm event,” Alyssa started, finally breaking the silence, “you really do have a crush on her, and I can see why.” She took a deep breath, “but I’m a little worried. She seems like a little angel and everything, but I’m worried that she might slip up and tell her parents about what happened.”
“Mom, I don’t think that you have to worry about her doing something like that. I mean I know she’s young and all but I think that she knows just how serious this kinda thing is.” Chris sighed, clinging tighter to her mother.
“I’m a little worried that she’s a little too young for you too. Her parents seem okay with you two hanging out, but I don’t know how they would take it if you two started dating… Which is something that both of you are too young to be doing.” Alyssa shook her head, showing her motherly side with all of the worrying that she was doing about her daughter.
“I still think that we don’t have anything to worry about.” Chris took a deep breath. “I can talk to Elizabeth about it and make sure that she won’t tell, cause I don’t think that she would… And as for the dating, if her parents aren't okay with it, I can wait; she’s worth it.”
“Dios mío, el amor de los cachorros es fuerte.” Alyssa laughed, smiling as she looked down at her daughter. “I wish I could be that carefree, but you know as your mother I have to worry about things like this. I don’t want to think about the things that could happen if any of that would get out. I don’t want to think about losing you.” Tears were starting to well up in the corners of her eyes.
“I know mom. I don’t want to think of something like that either. But I don’t think that anything like that is going to happen,” Chris whispered as she reached up, using the back of her paw to wipe a tear from her mom’s cheek. “I don’t know how to explain it, but I just have a really good feeling about it. That, and I called Mel after everything happened and she did that thing with her tarot cards and said that something good is coming our way.”
“Thank you sweetie,” Alyssa murmured as she pulled her daughter close. “Te amo, eres mi todo.”
“Yo también te amo mamá, tú también eres mi todo.” Chris replied, nuzzling into her mother’s arms as the two laid there, just enjoying the strange peace.
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“Goodnight,” Charlotte said, bidding the Stouffer family goodnight and heading upstairs. She had no interest in watching The Boxtrolls, whatever that was. Chances were that Elizabeth would fall asleep halfway through the movie anyway; she was clearly exhausted and had been intermittently yawning since getting home. Either the movie would be a bore and she’d be stuck watching it until Elizabeth fell asleep or it would be interesting and she’d have to embarrass herself asking the Stouffers to leave it on after Elizabeth fell asleep. It was a lose-lose situation.
The little stoat had just gotten back from a four-day ‘vacation’ at a farm where she’d learned how to ride horses and gone swimming and hiking. The teenaged doberman’s sensitive nose could still pick up the smell of horses, algae, and mud that still clung to the cub’s fur despite having taken a shower shortly after getting home. Charlotte wanted her own shower right now; she’d just finished cleaning up the kitchen, vacuuming the house, and doing two loads of laundry.
It wasn’t like doing housework was difficult, but she still worked up a sweat and it made the skin under her short fur itch if she didn’t get a shower. The itch of dried sweat was irritating enough that Charlotte had to hit the gym showers after biking to school or be unable to concentrate at school. At least she wouldn’t have to worry about that now; she had her very own driver’s license now, and a shiny new Mazda CX-3 hatchback. Charlotte had fallen in love with the metallic red color which seemed to have just a hint of purple in it. She couldn’t wait to show her friend Stephanie.
By the time Charlotte reached the second floor she was panting slightly with exertion. She quickly stepped down the hallway past the guest bath and bedroom before reaching her own private sanctum. Anime posters dotted the walls of her bedroom. She closed the bedroom door behind herself as she walked in, heading to her closet and peeling off her clothes as she went. She pulled open the top drawer and picked out a pair of panties, and nearly closed it before changing her mind and taking out her new vibrator as well.
Stephanie had finally relented and told Charlotte where she’d gotten the canine dildo a few weeks ago. It would never have occurred to the young canine that you didn’t have to go to an ‘adult’ store to get sex toys, much less that you could pick them up at a store in the mall. The very first thing she’d done after getting her new car was to drive over to Washington Square Mall and spend half an hour browsing the ‘toys’ at Spencers.
Now she had a small collection of dildos in several species’ shapes and sizes. She’d made absolutely sure that each of them had a base though; she never wanted to experience the embarrassment of having to go to the hospital cause she’d accidentally gotten something stuck inside herself. It had been bad enough when she’d fallen asleep with her canine-shaped toy inside herself and hadn’t been able to get it out before needing to help with the groceries a few months ago.
To finish off the collection, Charlotte had purchased a simple vibrating dildo as well. She hadn’t had time to try it out yet, but was definitely looking forward to it; Stephanie apparently loved the vibrator she owned. Not enough to forgo dating boys, but enough that it ‘kept her sane if she didn’t have a boyfriend’. Charlotte didn’t know exactly what that meant, but had taken it to mean that Stephanie needed a dose of dick every now and then. Whether that was because Stephanie was a rabbit or a slut, she had no idea. She didn’t exactly believe in species stereotypes, but her lapine friend definitely fit the one about bunnies.
The teenaged doberman dropped the pair of panties and the vibrator on the bathroom countertop before stepping over to the shower and turning on the hot water. It didn’t take more than a few seconds before the water was up to temperature and she adjusted it again before stepping in and starting her usual routine. Perhaps ten minutes later she stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel from the rack and wicking her fur dry. It didn’t take long with fur as short as hers was; she didn’t even bother with the fur dryer most of the time.
She threw the towel over her shoulder and stepped over to the counter, picking up the purple vibrator and flipping it over, nudging the switch to the lowest setting. It started making a gentle humming noise just as it had earlier when she’d put the batteries in. With a slight smile, she pulled it up and ran it over one of her nipples. The sensation was very strange, but definitely pleasant. In a matter of seconds the black skin of her nipple had turned stiff and hard and she found herself panting as the stimulation got to be almost too intense to bear. She quickly switched sides, rubbing it over her other nipple as well.
A few seconds later, she decided that she’d have to acclimate herself to using the thing against her tits; they were far too sensitive. Maybe a few seconds at a time each day. Taking the thing away, she moved it down between her legs, pressing it against the soft flesh of her spade. She’d no doubt that if she’d had an exposed clitoris like most evolved females, it would have been far too sensitive as well. Luckily, her clitoris was well hidden behind the puffy flesh at the front of her ‘fortune cookie’ as the perverts on the internet called it. Apparently there were entire categories of porn dedicated to the various types of genitalia that people with heritage traits had. Some of them were terrifying looking; she’d had nightmares after seeing a fossa penis.
That was the last thing she wanted to think about right now. Luckily she had exactly the right thing to distract herself, and she pressed the vibrator firmly between her legs. The vibrator was at exactly the right speed at its lowest setting, and she could feel her spade swell with arousal as the tingling sensation spread throughout her nethers. She held it there for several seconds without moving it, thoroughly enjoying the feel of the vibrator humming away. As much as she could happily have stood there in the bathroom, she had a feeling it would be far more enjoyable while lying down.
She took it away for a moment, glancing down at herself. Her eyes popped open when she realized just how aroused it had made her; her normally small and squishy lady-bits were as swollen and puffy as they were during her strongest heats. She ran a paw down her belly and over the taught flesh, feeling how warm it was. Already she could feel slippery moisture dripping down her skin. At least she wouldn’t need lube.
With a slight grin, she picked up her panties and slid them over her legs, pulling them up to her thighs before sliding the vibrator between her lips and pressing it all the way to the base inside herself. Once again her eyes popped open at the strange sensations that were now emanating from within her belly. She’d never imagined that she had nerve endings that far inside herself. It was distracting as heck... but very, very pleasant. That done, she pulled the panties the rest of the way up to hold it in place so she didn’t have to.
It was surprisingly difficult to walk with the little toy buzzing away inside herself. She had no idea how Stephanie had managed to keep one inside herself for an entire day at school last year. Somehow the vibrations were affecting her balance; she had to hold onto the door frame as she stepped out into her bedroom. After snagging the laptop on her desk and turning off the lights, the doberman flopped down onto her bed and set the laptop on her knees. She quickly flipped the lid open and typed in her password. Up until earlier this year she’d never bothered with a password. Now though... she had far too much potentially embarrassing material stored on it to leave it unsecured.
To be honest, Charlotte’s collection of porn and hentai would probably still only be a small amount of tame vanilla ecchi if not for what she’d seen earlier that year. She’d known, intellectually at least, that Elizabeth had a heritage trait that required her to be regularly mated with during the summer months to keep her estrogen levels from getting too high. It was the Stouffer family’s deep, dark secret, and they’d only told her after she’d signed an NDA as part of her employment contract, figuring that it would be impossible to keep secret from their own housemaid. When they’d told her, it had sounded very clinical. She’d assumed that Terrence ejaculated into a syringe and then Elizabeth artificially inseminated herself. Then earlier that year the Stouffers had accidentally left their bedroom door open a few inches one night and Charlotte hadn’t had the willpower to resist peeping. It had definitely not been ‘clinical’ by any stretch of the imagination. It was still the hottest, most erotic thing Charlotte had ever seen, even with the massive collection of hardcore lolicon, shotacon, and futanari hentai that she’d since collected and now had stored in a hidden drive on her laptop.
That hidden drive was exactly what she was opening up right now as the vibrator in her pussy kept buzzing away. Normally it was awkward as hell trying to masturbate with the laptop sitting on her knees. She’d hoped that having a vibrator would make it easier; one less thing to worry about. After a few moments of clicking around, she finally found the folder she’d been looking for and scrolled down the list of files, eventually finding the video she was looking for. She double-checked the volume to make sure it was as low as it could go before opening the video.
As the video started to play, she wondered if she could gradually introduce Hikari to this kind of stuff. She’d have to take it slow; gradually introduce him to it so that she didn’t scare him away. He was serious boyfriend material; maybe even husband material. They probably couldn’t have kids together given the taxonomic difference between their species, but that wasn’t too big a hurdle with modern reproductive medicine. Adoption was a thing too.
Several minutes later, the toy buried in the teen canine’s spade continued to buzz away, making her insides tingle and her natural lubrication to saturate the panties she was wearing. The younger character in the hentai she was watching kind of reminded her of her friend Stephanie when she’d been younger, though the animated rabbits had sandy-brown fur instead of white.
On-screen, the lolita usagi in the closet finished peeling off her socks and pushed the closet open, stepping out into her older sister’s room. The busty older futanari stopped masturbating and jumped off the bed with a yell. Shi bolted towards the door before realizing that it had just been hir sister hiding in the closet. The futanari rabbit turned around, penis bouncing while speaking furiously in Japanese, clearly berating hir younger sister for startling hir before realizing that hir younger sister was naked.
The younger sister replied with her high-pitched cutesy voice, making the older sister’s ears flush red as the little girl walked around the bed and gently wrapped her hands around her older sister’s futanari member. The older sister looked down at her, stuttering as the little girl wrapped her cute little lips around the tip of hir penis and began to gently suck on it. The futanari girl fell back against hir bedroom door, panting and moaning as hir younger sister felated hir.
The older sister began to pant as shi began to get closer to orgasm, clearly torn between wanting to tell hir younger sister to stop such lewd behavior but unable to muster the willpower to do so. It wasn’t more than a minute or so before the futanari’s male member began to twitch, the animated veins throbbing. The younger sister turned her head to the side, nibbling on her sister’s glans as the older sister’s semen began to spurt. Creamy white liquid sprayed across the younger sister’s cheek-fur and began to drip down her shoulder. A few more spurts coated the fur of the loli’s back before she moved the tip back inside her mouth, wrapping her tongue around the tip and swallowing with gusto.
Charlotte’s first orgasm hit her almost without warning. Not a huge one, but enough to make her legs twitch. She’d never have imagined that futanari hentai would have been so hot. It had never even crossed her mind to look for such a thing before she discovered that little Elizabeth’s best friend Alex was a hermaphrodite. Not just her best friend, but also her new friend Chris as well.
Back on screen, the younger usagi was dragging her sister back over to the bed, tiny hands wrapped around the older sister’s balls. The loli clearly knew what she wanted, giving a tug to convince her older sister to lie down. Once the older sister was on hir back, the younger sister began to fondle both the futanari’s assets, giving hir a handjob while simultaneously fingering the slit beneath her sister’s balls. It didn’t take long before the older girl’s cock was hard again, and the little cub climbed over her older sister’s hips and began grinding her pussy along the futanari’s lapine penis. It wasn’t long before the older rabbit lost control, grabbing hir young sister’s tiny hips and forcing them down over hir dick with a moan.
The younger sister let out a high-pitched cry of her own as she lost her virginity to her older sister. The camera panned around to show a tiny drop of blood making its way down the older lapine’s penis before it sank back into the young cub’s tiny pussy. The two of them continued to rut, the older rabbit thrusting faster and faster into hir young sister’s pussy. Suddenly both of them let out a simultaneous cry as sparkles covered the screen. The camera panned back down to show between their legs as the older sister’s penis throbbed and the younger sister’s pussy twitched in orgasm. Creamy white liquid began to drop from the younger rabbit’s sex.
This time Charlotte had known her second orgasm was coming. It hit just as the semen began to drip down the futanari’s penis on the computer screen in front of her. This one was big; she felt her stomach cramp and her right leg thumped against the bed as her own orgasm made her entire body quiver. It was a good ten seconds before she regained control of her body.
That one had been good, the doberman thought to herself as she closed the video player and shut the lid of her laptop with a sigh. Not nearly as good as the night she’d watched Terrence and Julia fuck the daylights out of little Elizabeth, but still good. She had a nasty feeling she’d spend the rest of her life trying, and failing, to reach an orgasm as powerful as the ones she’d had that night. Still, this one had been enough to let her sleep peacefully. The teenaged canine wondered for a moment if she had the strength to get up and take the little toy out; the batteries would wear out if she didn’t at least turn it off. Unfortunately, that thought took a moment too long. Her eyelids began to droop as she drifted off to sleep, exhausted by a long day of housekeeping and having had a body-shaking orgasm while lying in a comfortable bed.
The purple plastic toy, trapped inside Charlotte thanks to a pair of panties, continued to buzz away merrily, thanks to a brand new battery and a very high water resistance rating.
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Monday, August 31st, 2015
“Buen señorita, you’re so slow sometimes,” Alyssa said, shaking her head a little as she stood at the door waiting for her daughter. “Some of us have things to do.”
“Just don’t embarrass me in front of them any more than you already have,” Chris said as she stepped out of the bedroom, her guitar case slung over her shoulder. “You’ve already done too good a job of that.”
“Oh come on, it’s not that bad,” Alyssa said, poking her tongue out before turning to open the door. “And I will behave, seeing as you were good during the trip and didn’t even complain about the punishment...”
“Well, getting out of bed that early did suck, though having a pequeño pastel de cutie there made it better,” Chris said as they walked down the steps and to the car.
“You have one hell of a case of puppy love going... or something,” Alyssa said as she pressed the button on the keyfob, unlocking the doors.
“Punk can have a soft spot,” she said, opening the door and putting her guitar in the backseat before getting into the front.
“You kids and your music,” Alyssa said, shaking her head a little. “What happened to the good ol’ days of rock and roll?” she asked as she started backing up and leaving the parking lot.
“It’s still there. I like more than just heavy metal and all that,” the younger yapok said, shaking her head a little. “I mean you have heard some of the stuff that Mal and I play.”
“I know. You know that I have to give you mierda; it’s what moms do,” she said, reaching over to pat Chris on the leg. “I still wish you would put that much work into school.”
“Okay, mom. This will be the year,” she said, poking her tongue out.
“Yeah, you need to keep hanging out with Elizabeth. If she’s going to get you to do better in school and stop fighting as much... yeah,” Alyssa said as they pulled into the driveway of a small house. The garage was open and inside of it a young opossum was sitting at a set of drums, waving at the two in the car. “You go have fun, but behave. I will be back at about four-ish,” Alyssa said, waving to the opossum.
“Okay, mom. Love you,” Chris said as she got out, going around to the back passenger door to get her guitar.
“I love you too, sweetie,” Alyssa said, waving to her daughter as she shut the back door and walked towards the garage. A moment later she backed the car up and headed towards the Stouffers residence for their planned coffee meet.
It was a little past ten when Alyssa pulled her Jeep up to the intercom in front of the Stouffer’s front gate and pressed the button. A moment later the gate opened and she drove forward.
Both Terrence and Julia, stepped out of the front door as Alyssa pulled her car around the curved driveway and parked in front of the Stouffer’s house. A moment later the engine turned off and the yapok stepped out of the Jeep.
Terrence was dressed in his usual slacks and polo shirt while Julia had worn a knee-length skirt and a women’s polo shirt that matched her husband’s. “Hi, Alyssa,” Julia said, stepping down the stairs to greet the yapok.
“Hola,” Alyssa said, waving to the two mustelids. “So, do we want to go someplace or just stick around here?”
“Well,” Terrence said with a quick glance at his wife. “We’ll probably be a bit more comfortable here, and Julia just bought a new espresso machine to replace our old one over the weekend while you all were at the farm. Is that okay with you?”
“That sounds muy bueno to me,” Alyssa said as she shut the car door, pressing the button on the key fob as she walked around the jeep. “Might end up a little fluffed, but I’m good with that,” she said with a snicker, walking up to the steps.
“Well, we do have decaf, but personally I can’t stand it,” Julia said, leading the way back into the house. Terrence followed the two of them in, closing the door behind them.
“Welcome to our home,” Terrence said as they walked into the foyer. The massive staircase loomed in front of them.
“That’s the library, and further back is my office,” Julia said, pointing to the left, “and that room’s the entertainment room,” she continued, motioning to the right. “The dining room is straight ahead under the staircase. If you’d prefer someplace a bit formal, we can sit in the dining room, or if you’d prefer casual we can sit in the entertainment room. Or if you really want to relax, Terrence has a den in the basement with a bunch of old furniture and a pool table and bar. We play board games and card games and stuff down there.”
“I like the sound of the den. Relaxing, coffee, games, and friends,” the yapok said smiling. “I’m resisting the urge to make a poker erótico joke,” she snickered, glancing around the house, taking in the sight of the large house. “Dios mío, este lugar es elegante.”
“No strip poker with the kids in the house,” Terrence quietly said with a smirk as he led them under the staircase landing on the far side of the foyer, pulling open the door to the dining room. “Elizabeth’s upstairs in her bedroom, playing video games. Charlotte’s out visiting a friend of hers, taking advantage of that new driver’s license. She said she’d be back before lunch, but I have no idea exactly when,” he said, turning the corner in the dining room and opening the door right next to it. A staircase led down into a small basement.
Julia stepped past him, twisting a dial on the wall, causing the basement lights to brighten enough to see, but dark enough to feel homey. Just as she’d said, there was a pool table to one side next to a liquor bar, and on the other side were several overstuffed couches and recliners around a fairly large coffee table. A bookcase with several board games and card games stood against the wall nearby. Julia continued downstairs, taking a seat on one of the couches near the coffee table.
“I’ll go fix some coffee while you make yourselves at home,” Terrence said, still standing at the top of the stairs. “How would you like yours, Alyssa?”
“Wow, this is nice,” Alyssa said, glancing around the basement, before turning to Terrence. “Black. Just a little sugar,” she said as she walked downstairs, heading to one of the chairs at the table. “I’m not too picky with my coffee.”
“That much I can do,” he said. “But if you’d asked for a caramel macchiato latte frappuccino venti or something, I’d have to drive to the nearest Starbucks and have them make it to go,” he said with a smile. “I’ll be down to join you two in a minute. Black, one lump?”
“Dos lumps,” she said, smiling.
Terrence nodded and disappeared from the top of the stairs, heading into the kitchen to fix coffee for the three of them.
Alyssa turned back to Julia. “It’s nice to get to sit down and really get to talk to you two, and namely thank you for letting Elizabeth come with us and everything. Over that trip, I noticed a few things... Elizabeth might just be the kind of friend that Chris needs.”
“Oh?” Julia asked. “I mean, we were more than happy to see Elizabeth getting out of the house, but... what do you mean by ‘the kind of friend she needs’?”
“I’m not sure how... well-behaved she was or how she acted here, but Chris has a wild streak that’s a mile long. She tends to get in trouble: fights in school, vandalism, that sorta thing,” Alyssa said leaning back in the chair. “I don’t really like to think about it, but I believe that it’s because of our... family situation.”
“Huh... Well, she behaved well when she was here, from what Charlotte said. I have to admit, I wasn’t watching them the whole time; just glancing out the window from my office when they were in the pool,” Julia said, slipping her shoes off before leaning against the arm of the sofa and tucking her feet under her. “However, I’d sort of guessed there were some family issues going on when her father came by at around nine in the evening the day Chris first came over, asking if she was here. I had no idea why he’d think she was here, unless she’d never been out here before and it was the only place he knew she’d been.”
“Actually, that’s exactly what it was. It was the first time Chris had ever been to her father’s,” Alyssa confirmed. “I’m a single mother, and I can’t exactly afford day-care, so Chris is a latch-key kid. Her father just recently came back into the picture. He’s trying to be a part of her life, and she’s not really too keen on that. Chris had an argument with her father and left the house. He didn’t know where she’d gone, but figured it couldn’t be far as she was on foot.”
“That reminds me... How did they meet? I just assumed they knew each other from school,” Julia said, leaning forward slightly.
“There is a little... umm... story to that, actually. They may have passed one another in school, but yeah, that’s how they met,” Alyssa said, taking a deep breath. “Chris’s step-brother and step-sister apparently dared her to jump into your pool; spun her some yarn about it being a test or rite of passage for the locals.”
“So... Her step-siblings dared Chris to jump in the pool, and she actually did it? Is that how they first met?” Julia asked, slightly worried. “I mean, we have the alarm system on any time Elizabeth’s not going out in the backyard. I guess Elizabeth was going to be going swimming and turned off the alarm just before Chris jumped the fence.”
Alyssa shook her head and sighed. “Dumb luck. Chris won’t admit it, but she wants to be accepted by people and will do things to fit in without thinking about the consequences of her actions. That’s why I’m happy that she and Elizabeth are hanging out. Elizabeth’s good behavior seems to be rubbing off on Chris.”
“Oh,” Julia said. “That makes sense.”
“So you can see where I’m coming from. As for the father thing, we did have a long talk, and she is going to try to be more accepting of him.”
Julia nodded. “If her father wants to be a part of her life, that’s only natural. But if her step siblings dared her to go jump in someone’s pool, they might not be the greatest influence on her, especially if she has a ‘wild streak’ as you put it. She needs someone who will tame that wild streak a bit and is accepting of her without any effort on her part,” Julia said. “So... I think you’re right. Elizabeth might be exactly the kind of friend she needs. She’s lonely now that her best friend is gone and she’s a good-natured kid, though a bit shy and somewhat naive.” Julia took a deep breath, then continued. “Honestly, by all rights she should be the most spoiled brat on the planet, so we sort of count our blessings that being naive is the worst of her problems. We didn’t want to do anything about that out of fear that it might change her good-nature. Luckily she’s getting better in that regard, because of what happened last school year.”
“Well I can see Chris returning the favor of being helpful. She is the type of person that if someone messes with or does something to hurt one of her friends, she will stand up for that friend. She’s extremely protective,” she said, pausing and taking a deep breath. “I can see where your worry sits with Elizabeth, now that I’m aware of it. What happened last year?”
“Uh... Two things happened, actually. First, our maid Charlotte was assaulted by one of the boys at her school for refusing to date him. She wound up in the hospital and needed major facial reconstruction. She’s actually getting new teeth this week to replace the ones she lost. Second, Elizabeth’s best friend Alexandrea was bullied and then later beaten so badly she was hospitalized when it came out at school that she was a hermaphrodite,” Julia said with a heavy sigh. “Honestly, I’d be worried the same might happen to Chris, if I were you.”
“I have that same fear with Chris,” she said, taking a deep breath. “I would think about moving or something, but there is no way that we can afford it. Then again, I think that having met Elizabeth, she wouldn’t want to leave,” she said, sinking back into the chair. “At least for the most part, Chris knows when to not jump into something that could get her killed.” It took a moment before it hit her. “How do you know that Chris is a herm?”
“Elizabeth told us,” Terrence said, coming down the stairs with a small platter in hand. “I guess that after swimming they took a shower together, still in their swimsuits, and Chris slipped and fell. Elizabeth realized it when she went to help Chris up.”
When he reached the bottom of the stairs, he walked over and set the wooden platter down on the coffee table. Three identical coffee cups sat on it, two obviously made with cream, the other black. There was also a small sugar dish and a few spoons in the center. He picked up the two with cream in them and handed one to Julia, then sat down next to her, leaning back and crossing his legs while taking a sip.
“Okay, that’s a weight off. I was worried how you would react when I told you Chris was a herm,” Alyssa said, sighing a little as she reached for the tongs, dropping in her sugar before stirring. “Falling in the shower... Seems she takes after me, being a klutz. Looking back, now I realize why you told me about Elizabeth being in season.”
“Exactly,” Julia nodded, then took a sip of her coffee. Then her face scrunched up. “Ugh, you jerk,” she said, smacking her husband’s arm. He grinned and snickered as she leaned forward and grabbed the tongs, dropping three lumps of sugar into her coffee, then picked up one of the spoons to stir it in.
After Terrence got his snickers under control he explained. “Yes, that’s why we mentioned that. We didn’t think Elizabeth would be quite so... um... precocious, considering she’s only nine, even if she does go into seasonal estrus. That turned out to bite us in the tail this past spring when she started fooling around with Alexandrea.”
“I can see that being a challenge of sorts. I know that the two didn’t get to pull anything naughty. I kept an eye on them,” the yapok said, snickering. “I also made sure Chris was too exhausted for any kind of nocturnal activities.”
“That reminds me,” Julia asked. “How old is Chris? Elizabeth said she went to Byrom, but she looks... awfully big for an elementary school student.”
“She’s twelve,” Alyssa said, looking down at her coffee cup. “She ended up failing a grade due to some medical issues, so this will be her last year there. She ended up getting really sick and it took a little while to find out that she had gotten a tick stuck to her tail. I hope that her age isn’t an issue,” she said, thinking about her conversation with Chris the night before.
Terrence and Julia glanced at each other for a moment. “No. Elizabeth’s going to be in fifth grade this year, so they might even be in the same class. She’s one year ahead of where she should be. So was Alexandrea,” Terrence added.
“So, if Chris is twelve, I assume she’s started puberty already,” Julia mused. “That’s gotta be rough as a hermaphrodite. Having to deal with aunty flow and random erections in the middle of class... Alex was outed as a herm at school because of the latter.”
“Gracias a Dios, I’m glad that I didn’t have to deal with the sudden boners… But Chris seems to be handling it well,” Alyssa said, trying not to snicker at her unintended pun about erections and ‘handling’ them.
Terrence sighed. “Life would be so much easier if kids didn’t have to go through puberty. Maybe that crazy tigress had the right idea, going with the flow rather than fighting the rain or whatever metaphor it was she used. Good sense tends to go out the window when hormones come out to play. I’d be a lot more comfortable with Elizabeth having an IUD than relying on good sense, since she’s clearly demonstrated that she’s lacking in that regard.”
“Terrence! You know good and well that’s not an option yet. Elizabeth’s only nine,” Julia said, indignantly.
Alyssa’s eyes went a little wide remembering something that Chris had told her about the blowjob in the shower. “Dios, por favor, deja que uno de ellos tenga sentido común o los terminaré,” she muttered to herself, thinking of the two cubs.
“Sorry,” Terrence said tersely, apologizing to his wife. “I guess that whole incident with the Andreyevs kind of skewed my perspective. Elizabeth acts a lot older than she is.” He took a sip of his coffee, looking somewhat embarrassed. An awkward silence filled the room for a few moments.
“For Chris, the whole puberty thing... that happened last December. Wet spots and snail trails on pillows,” Alyssa said with a snicker before going quiet, thinking. She made a mental note to ask Chris if they had done anything more than just a blowjob, and make sure to pick up some condoms for her. With what Terrence had just mentioned about lack of common sense and with how much the little stoat knew about sex, she felt like there was something that wasn’t being said. She was wondering more and more about what this incident with the Andreyevs was.
Alyssa continued “And I tend to agree with Terrence. Hormones will cause kids of any age to get into things that could cause a whole host of troubles. I could see an IUD as being something that would be helpful for Elizabeth, just in case they decided to, uhh, do something. ‘Cause let’s face it, kids are going to experiment... I mean if my mamá or abuela knew some of the things I did, I would have a permanent imprint of their chanclas on my face.” She tilted her head in thought before talking again. “You know, if Elizabeth had an IUD, when she goes into seasonal estrus, that would allow her to have sex. Having sex could possibly trick her body into thinking she’d become pregnant and kick her out of estrus. It comes down to the whole mind over matter thing, in a way. The body is both the smartest machine and dumbest computer at the same time.”
Terrence shot a quick glance at his wife, then frowned for a moment at Alyssa before he nodded. “You might be right. I don’t know if just any sex would work though; it might have to be sex with someone of the same species. I suppose it’s worth a shot though,” he said, speaking slowly and deliberately before shrugging. “I’m pretty sure she’d prefer having sex to taking pills, if she’s like someone I know,” he joked, turning to his wife with a knowing with a smirk.
Julia smacked her husband lightly again. “Behave,” she chastised before turning back to the yapok. “The anemia is from estrogen toxicity, which is caused by the seasonal estrus-” she started to explain.
“Elizabeth explained all that to me,” Alyssa interrupted. “It’s a shame the jill-jab doesn’t help out with it. I’m going to sound like a bad parent, but Chris and Elizabeth are both awfully close in more than one way...” She trailed off.
“Not as bad of a parent as Raenne. She actively encouraged the two in their shenanigans,” Julia said, shaking her head. “No, I take that back. That’s being unfair to her. She simply didn’t see anything wrong with cubs that young having sex, as long as they used protection.”
“Um...” Alyssa muttered, ears tinting a little with blush. “Again, I’m going to sound like a bad mom, but I think that I would prefer knowing that she is playing around with someone and is safe about it, rather than sneaking around and risking getting into God knows what kind of trouble,” the yapok said reaching for her cup, sipping the now-cold coffee to try and hide her nervousness.
“Hmm… I suppose I can see where you’re coming from,” Julia mused. “You can’t watch them all the time. Maybe it is better if you know who they’re having sex with and that they’re safe about it...” She went silent, then took a sip of her own coffee. “That was probably Raenne’s reasoning, even if she didn’t say it,” she said, glancing up at her husband.
Terrence said nothing for a few more moments, sipping his coffee. When he spoke, it was quiet and very deliberate. “I’ll schedule an appointment with a gynecologist, then.”
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