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Yerba Maté
by IndigoNeko and TaintedThylacine
Chapter 7
Saturday, September 5th, 2015
While Chris was waiting in Elizabeth’s bedroom for the little stoat to return, time felt like it had slowed to an utter stop. The tween opossum had dressed in a gray band shirt and a pair of jeans, and was digging through her bag, wondering if she had done the right thing to go along with the young stoat’s plan. Finally she found the white can she was looking for and popped the tab, taking a sip of its contents in the hopes that it would wake her up and get her ready for the upcoming conversation that was going to take place.
The ticking of the antique clock on the wall was interrupted by the faint sound of running water from elsewhere in the house. A few moments later the doorknob turned and the door opened with a quiet click. Elizabeth stood in the doorway, wearing her white nightgown, an odd expression on her face. After a moment, she walked in and stopped again, glancing around the room like she didn’t know exactly what to do next, her fuzzy tail twitching anxiously.
“Elizabeth?” Chris asked, looking up. “Sooo... do I need to call my mom? Or should I grab my stuff and start running?” she asked worriedly. She reached into her pocket for her smartphone with her free hand, getting ready to call her mother.
“Running? What? Why? No, nevermind that. But if your mom could come over, that would be good. I just... I should probably get dressed too,” the young stoat said, blinking her big black eyes and then walking over to the dresser. She pulled out a simple green shirt and a blue plaid skirt and some undergarments, closed the dresser and walked back out of the room.
“Okay,” Chris muttered anxiously, a shiver running up her spine. Taking a deep breath, she dialed her mom’s home phone, waiting for the older water opossum to answer. A few rings later, the call connected.
“What is it sweetie? Is something wrong?” Alyssa asked, a bit concerned to be called by her daughter so early in the morning; she’d expected to have a leisurely morning reading her romance novel. “I didn’t think that you would want to come home for a while still.”
“It’s nothing bad,” the younger marsupial reassured her mother, taking another deep breath. “I was just wondering if you could come over. Elizabeth says Mrs. Julia and Mr. Terrence should talk to you about something important.”
“What did you do?” Alyssa asked suspiciously, knowing her child’s habit of getting into trouble. She rolled her eyes with exasperation as she got off the sofa, setting her book down. “You know that you can tell me anything,” she added as she walked towards her bedroom to start getting dressed.
“It’s nothing bad,” Chris repeated, adding “I hope,” in a near whisper. “Just... get dressed and come over. It’s important for me and Elizabeth.”
“Okay sweetie. I should be there in like twenty minutes,” her mother said. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Chris replied before hanging up and flopping back onto the trundle bed she’d slept on last night. “God, I hope I didn’t make a goof,” she muttered to herself.
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Charlotte was more than a little surprised to find that the Stouffer family were already awake when she headed downstairs and even more surprised that they were already dressed. All three of them, along with Elizabeth’s new friend Chris, were sitting on the sectional in the entertainment room. Terrence was in his usual slacks and polo and Julia wore a long skirt and blouse. “Is something wrong?” the teenaged doberman asked, her hackles going up, suddenly wishing she’d changed out of her pajamas before heading downstairs.
“No, nothing’s wrong,” Terrence replied, glancing over at his daughter. He wasn’t quite sure that was actually the case. “Chris’s mother is coming over though, at Elizabeth’s request. We’ll be heading down to the den to discuss things after breakfast, I think,” the business-ferret explained, looking back up at Charlotte and leaning back against the sofa.
“Oh, and I updated Chris’s list of allergies. She had a bad reaction last night, and we wound up taking her to the hospital,” Julia added, leaning forward as her husband leaned back. “She’s fine now though,” the stoat said reassuringly.
“Oh no...” Charlotte muttered, her tail curling between her legs in shame as she covered her muzzle with one paw. She turned to the young yapok. “I’m so sorry, Chris; I should have asked. I thought you were only allergic to beef.”
“Well... Beef, goat, deer, pork... any mammal meat, actually,” Chris explained to Charlotte. “I kinda forgot to tell you that. So only poultry and fish for me meat-wise,” she added, trying her best to keep calm as she waited for her mom to arrive so they could discuss whatever it was that Elizabeth had deemed so important.
“I’m so sorry. I promise I won’t make anything for you with meat in it again, unless it’s fish or fowl,” the doberman apologized again, embarrassed that she’d made someone sick. “Um... Are pancakes okay for breakfast? And I assume you two want coffee?” Charlotte asked, looking over at Terrence and Julia.
“Yes, that’s fine. I’ve already started some coffee going with the espresso machine,” Terrence said. “I got down the bisquick and stuff for you. Julia was going to start cooking, but I figured you like to, so...” the ferret’s voice trailed off as he shrugged.
“Um... I do,” Charlotte confirmed. “Okay, then. I’ll... just... go get everything started,” she said, still somewhat flustered. The teenaged doberman walked past them into the kitchen, fleeing the awkward atmosphere. It was obvious that something had happened, or they wouldn’t have gotten up so early, and she wanted nothing to do with whatever had occurred. Drama was great in movies, but not so much at home.
“So, Alyssa should be here in... five minutes or so?” Julia asked the young yapok, trying to fill the uncomfortable silence. “Does she normally have anything for breakfast?”
“We normally just have a bowl of cereal or something,” Chris replied, looking at the older stoat. “Or if we are going to school, we’ll stop and get something on the way,” she clarified, clutching the white beverage can in her paws.
“Would she want to have pancakes as well, you think? Or just coffee?” Terrence asked, leaning forward so he could meet the yapok’s eyes. “We normally have just coffee and toast.”
“Well... ” Chris started, taking a quick breath, “To be honest, mom would never pass up free food. Coffee’s a good idea too,” the young marsupial said nervously.
“Speaking of why she’s coming... Did Elizabeth tell you what she plans to do?” Terrence asked, glancing at Chris and then back over at his daughter suspiciously. The little stoat-ferret hybrid stared at her lap, picking threads of loose fur off her skirt.
“I kinda have no idea. All that I know is that she has a plan, so I’m just going with the flow,” Chris admitted, lifting the can to her muzzle and finishing what was left in it.
“Apparently Elizabeth knows something about you and your mother that she thinks is important that we know, and knows something about us that it’s important that you and your mother know. She believes, quite strongly I might add, that this is a poor state of affairs,” Terrence explained, staring at his daughter and waiting for her to meet his eyes. When she didn’t look up, he turned his gaze back at Chris. “So, she wants us to share our secrets, so to speak. Only she’s promised not to, so it’s up to us to do so.”
“Okay,” Chris said with a nod, her leg twitching slightly as she began tapping one heel against the carpet. “I know what she wants us to share, so I... I’m just a little nervous about this.” The opossum was about to say something else when her phone went off. After glancing down at it, she looked back up at the two adults and said “Mom is pulling in now.”
“Charlotte? Can you open the front gate?” Julia called out, leaning forward again so Charlotte could hear her in the kitchen.
“Yes, ma’am,” the doberman replied.
Julia got up and walked out of the entertainment room, heading to the front foyer. She returned a minute later with Alyssa in tow, stepping across the entertainment room and sitting back down on the sectional between her daughter and husband.
“Okay, what did she do?” Alyssa asked as she was led into the entertainment room.
“Mom!” Chris protested. “I didn’t do anything for once,” she stated with an aggravated huff.
“Well if that’s the case, then Mrs. Julia or Mr. Terrence will tell me that,” Alyssa said blandly, looking at the other parents, then took a seat next to her daughter.
“It’s true. As far as we know, she didn’t do anything,” Terrence confirmed with an amused smile. “However, Elizabeth thinks we all need to have a talk. So... if you’re not too busy today, I was thinking we could have breakfast and then head down to the den.”
“Charlotte’s making pancakes, and we already started some coffee,” Julia added. “Did you want either? Or maybe some cereal?”
“Pancakes and coffee would be great right about now,” the older yapok said with relief, leaning back against the sofa with a sigh. “I’m a bit worried about what kind of talk Elizabeth thinks that we need to have though,” she added, looking down and noticing the can in her daughter’s paws. She reached out and took the can, shaking it slightly, then frowning with disappointment that it was empty. “Well, so much for that. You didn’t save me any,” she said accusingly at her daughter, trying to mask her anxiety with levity.
“Coffee’s done,” Charlotte called out from within the kitchen.
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After breakfast had been eaten and the dishes put away, Charlotte went upstairs to get dressed while Julia led everyone else downstairs to the den. Next to the staircase was a pool table and a mini-bar. A pair of overstuffed leather sofas and chairs sat around a long low table on the far side of the basement along with a small bookshelf stacked with some board games, card games, and several very expensive-looking glass sculptures.
Terrence walked over to the mini-bar and took down a bottle of Bailey’s, uncapping it and pouring a small amount into his second cup of coffee. “Do you want any?” he asked, looking over at Alyssa.
“I’d rather have whiskey on the rocks,” she joked with a little snicker, looking at the wide variety of bottles on the shelves behind him.
“Bit early in the morning, I’d think,” Terrence replied with a grin, then frowned. “On the other hand, we might need it. With what Elizabeth wants us to share, I can only imagine what she wants you to share.”
“I guess it’s time for this talk then,” Alyssa said nervously before letting out a resigned sigh.
Julia glanced up the stairs, making sure the door was closed before sitting down on the overstuffed couch next to Elizabeth. Terrence did the same, sipping at his spiked coffee.
“So... about that... Elizabeth wants us to have a talk. Why?” Terrence said, glancing sideways at his daughter.
“I promised not to tell anyone, so... I can’t,” Elizabeth said, hanging her head. “But last time someone found out about it, a lot of bad stuff happened and mom wound up in the hospital. I don’t want that to happen again, and I think if we share them at the same time, it won’t be so bad.”
“Princess, we can’t simply tell people about it,” Terrence said. “It didn’t turn out that bad in the end, last time that is, but-”
Elizabeth clenched her paws as she interrupted her father for the first time she could remember. “It’ll be okay this time! I mean, it’s for good reason, right? I’d die otherwise. Chris and Mrs. Alyssa will understand, I promise.”
Terrence looked across the coffee table at the two yapoks, uncertainty in his eyes, then back down at his daughter. “Well, you may be right...”
“Hijo de puta,” Alyssa muttered to herself, looking at her daughter as she realized just what the little stoatling wanted them to talk about. A wave of worry and fear washed over her as she turned back to the other parents.
Julia hung her head, unable to meet Alyssa’s gaze. Terrence, on the other hand, met them firmly. He nodded for a moment, as if confirming things to himself, then started explaining. “Well, I suppose you don’t remember, but last time we talked you mentioned alternate treatments for the, umm, medical issues that our daughter has. About the jill-jab and such?”
“I do. The whole false pregnancy thing?” Alyssa confirmed, cocking an eyebrow at the ferret. She let out a little squeak as she felt Chris’ hand on hers. “I have an inkling as to where this is going,” she said, lifting her coffee mug to her lips and taking a long sip.
“Well... Yes. As a nurse, you probably do,” Terrence said with a sigh. “Elizabeth nearly died when she was only three months old. At first we thought it was a rash and so did the clinic. It wasn’t a rash though; she’d gone into estrus because of a heritage trait. Turns out that feral stoats can go into heat within a few weeks of being born. Eventually she became lethargic, and we convinced them to do a blood test, which is when we found out that she has another heritage trait. Feral ferrets that stay in heat too long develop estrogen toxicity and eventually aplastic anemia, which is where their body stops making blood. They gave her an emergency transfusion to keep her alive and then started investigating possible treatments. The jill-jab, for example, triggers a false pregnancy, which ends the estrus, which lowers estrogen levels, which fixes the estrogen toxicity, which cures the anemia.”
“Unfortunately for Elizabeth, the false pregnancy didn’t end her estrus. It came right back, and the jill-jab isn’t approved for extended or repeated use...” he trailed off, taking a breath before continuing. “She’d become anemic again while they were seeing if the jill-jab worked, so they gave her another transfusion using the last of the blood they had available. Her being a hybrid and all, her blood type isn’t readily available. We asked the hospital if they’d perform a hysterectomy, but the hospital administration refused because she was anemic and they had no more matching blood on hand.”
Terrence didn’t say anything for a moment, not wanting to outright say what he’d done. “Perhaps we do need some whiskey,” the ferret said, standing up and walking over to the bar and pulling down a bottle of Macallan Rare Cask. After grabbing a pair of lowball glasses from the shelf above and pulling open the mini-fridge, he used a pair of tongs to pick out a few cubes of ice and dropped them in each glass. He popped open the bottle and poured the glasses over halfway full, then carried one over to the yapok. “Hope you like this. It’s one of my personal favorite whiskeys. Honestly though, I’d prefer a decent bourbon to good whiskey any day.”
“Sounds good,” Alyssa said, taking the glass with a “Thank you.” The yapok lifted the glass up, sniffing at the liquid. Her whiskers twitched at the strong, chemical smell of the alcohol, before taking a sip and shivering from head to tail tip. “This is really good,” she said, taking another small sip before leaning back in her seat.
Terrence took a seat again and downed half his whiskey in one gulp, gasping as it burned its way down his throat. His tail fluffed up a little, then he continued to explain with a slightly harsher voice. “While the hospital was trying to track down any other places that would have possible matching blood donors, Dr. Nez suggested one possible treatment as a last ditch effort: triggering a false pregnancy naturally,” he said, looking up at Alyssa. He paused for a moment, waiting for the look of understanding to dawn.
“Mr. Terrence, what does that mean?” Chris asked, trailing off as she thought of what to say or how to say it. The younger yapok played with the tip of her tail that she had brought to rest in her lap some time ago.
Terrence looked over at the younger yapok. “She was dying, and we didn’t have a choice, so instead we had to trick her body into thinking it was pregnant by... By actually attempting to get her pregnant...” the business-ferret’s voice trailed off and he hung his head in shame, having told his family’s dirty, dark secret. He’d told the tale three times now in his life, and it hadn’t gotten any easier in the telling; if anything it had gotten worse.
Chris’ eyes went wide as she heard all of this, all that she wanted to do at this point was to hold onto Elizabeth and not let go of her. Her mother was the one that broke the silence, “I guess it’s safe to say that the ‘treatment’ worked?” She asked, glancing down at her claws, idly chipping away at the paint that was on them, making a mental note that she needed to get Chris to repaint them.
Terrence shook his head. “Not... exactly,” he said, then explained so that Chris would understand. “At first we thought it worked, but a few days later Elizabeth went back into heat again. We still don’t know why. Dr. Nez had suspected that would happen, so he had me get an operation to ensure I couldn’t actually get her pregnant. Pretty sure she’d have exploded if she actually got pregnant that young,” the ferret joked, trying to lighten the mood. It didn’t work, and he shook his head. “Regardless, we’d found something that worked, if only temporarily. With repeated treatments, it lowered her estrogen levels enough to allow the anemia medications to work. It took years for her to recover from the damage that first heat did.” The old ferret sighed. “So... there it is, our dirty little secret,” he said, his ears folding down slightly, his tail wrapping around his leg.
Alyssa nodded, taking a deep breath. “Well, at least there’s something that works, short as it may be.” She glanced at her daughter, seeing the tears that had formed in the corners of her eyes. “Well, I guess it’s our turn to tell a secret,” Alyssa started before squeaking as she felt Chris pressing close to her side, trying to hide. The older yapok lifted her glass and slugged back what was left before starting to speak, her whiskers standing on end thanks to the strong drink. “Chris and I are... Well, we have a similar relationship, though it’s not one of medical necessity. It’s one of love,” she said, looking at the empty glass and waiting for things to fall apart like she had always imagined it would after having a conversation like this. The room was silent for a few moments, the only sound being the clink of ice cubes from Alyssa’s glass.
“I guess you two have more to lose than we do,” Terrence muttered, thinking of what might happen if their respective secrets were revealed to the world. At least they had the excuse of medical necessity; Alyssa had no such excuse.
Julia took a deep breath, looking over at the younger yapok. “Chris?”
“Yes ma’am,” Chris said softly, still too worried to meet the older stoat’s eyes. For a moment her mother worried that her daughter might pull an opossum and pass out on her. Eventually she looked up, meeting Julia’s gaze. “You- you can see why- why I’m so nervous,” she said.
“Yes, I suppose I can,” Julia said. “I just wanted to ask... umm... your mom doesn’t pressure you into having sex, does she? Is it something you want to do? And enjoy?”
“Mom would never push me into something that I don’t want to do,” Chris stated emphatically, leaning forward a little. “If I say no to messing around or something, she won’t force it or anything. I... I do it with her cause I want to; I do it with her cause I love her.” she said, blushing and squeezing her mom’s hand a little tighter. “Please don’t say anything to anyone else.”
“I won’t. I just had to make sure it wasn’t abuse,” Julia explained, going silent.
Terrence stood up. “I need another drink,” he said, walking back over to the bar and pulling down a bottle of Bacardi 151.
“I think that I could use another one too,” Alyssa said, leaning back against the sofa and resting her head against the cushion.
Terrence poured himself another half glass and threw it back, then poured himself yet another. Feeling a bit better, he came over and set the bottle of Bacardi on the coffee table in front of Alyssa, then sat back down next to his wife and daughter. “How did it start?” he asked. “Incest isn’t something that just... happens.”
Alyssa poured herself a shot of whiskey before picking up the glass and holding it up. “Here’s to secrets... or something,” she said, knocking back the drink. “It’s always been just the two of us, through thick and thin; her father only really came into the picture a few weeks ago. It all started with her first heat-”
“Oh God, Mom. Not this story,” Chris protested with a huff, wishing that she had fur on her tail. At least then she would have something to hide behind.
Alyssa continued speaking right over the top of Chris’s protests. “We live in a one-bedroom apartment; I couldn’t afford a bigger one at the time. We have two beds though. I came home after work one day and laid down...” she paused for a moment, glancing sideways at her daughter, then continued “...on a damp pillow. It turned out that she had been humping pillows. That’s why she would hole up in the bedroom when she got home. The babysitter didn’t know what she was up to. That led to the talk...”
“Mooooooom! You’re having too much fun embarrassing me.” Chirs whined out, blush clinging to her ears.
“Of course I am. Anyway, she’d been using my pillows cause they scratched the itch and they smelled like me. That’s when I learned how much of a crush she had on me. We ended up spending the better part of the night talking about it: how when she was around me, she could feel butterflies in her belly. How she had dreams were we kissed and how it made her feel like she was on top of the world. Typical puppy-love stuff... and totally inappropriate for a child to think of their mother. I told her as much and that she should forget about it; it was wrong. Only she didn’t. Three days later, the babysitter had something come up and Chris had to stay home after school alone. I came home and the house was dark except for a pair of candles lit on the dining room table, flower petals strewn all over the floor... and smoke billowing out of the kitchen. If I hadn’t taken the batteries out of the fire alarm a month earlier and forgotten to replace them I’m sure the fire department would have been pulling up right about then.”
Chris had given up protesting at this point and was curled up with her face buried between her mom and the cushions, her tail tip twitching and thumping against the sofa.
“Anyway, after I put out the fire in the oven with a fire extinguisher and managed to calm Chris down, I figured that she’d done enough to at least earn a kiss, but afterwards she was to forget about it. That was a mistake,” the older opossum stated, shaking her head. “Where she learned to kiss like that, I’ll never know. I gotta say, I got downright heated from that. I figured... what was one more? That turned into like ten more. Luckily I managed to stop myself and salvaged what I could of dinner. Only, I couldn’t get it out of my head. It took a few days, but eventually I guess... I managed to convince myself that it wasn’t that bad, as long as we didn’t actually have cubs together. Anyway, that’s the long and skinny of it.”
“Well, It’s not as bad as I thought,” Terrence stated, thoughtfully. “But honestly, you probably shouldn’t have gone down that path. Incest is illegal for several reasons. Not only can it harm the cub directly, as well as risking pregnancy and potential complications from that, and the possibility of inbreeding... there’s psychological effects that can appear later: dependency, difficulty forming normal relationships later in life, and more. It’s something we’ve been worried about for years with Elizabeth,” he said, taking the bottle off the table between them and pouring himself yet another shot.
“Honey, if you drink anymore...” Julia protested, worried for her husband.
“Don’t worry, angel. This is my last,” Terrence replied, reassuring his wife.
“Oh trust me... I’m fully aware of what can happen with this,” Alyssa said, reaching out and pouring herself another shot as well. “As for getting knocked up, that won’t happen. IUD for me, and I’m not sporting anything extra, so I can’t knock her up,” she explained, taking a deep breath. “I know that it needs to stop, but... I feel like it’s helped us bond,” she said, slouching back. “I was hoping that things between her and Elizabeth would help with the dependence thing,” she added, slugging the shot back and shivering a bit as the drink burned its way down her throat.
“Let’s hope so,” Terrence agreed with Alyssa, before turning to his daughter who had sat quietly on the couch between him and Julia for the past several minutes. “Anyway... Is this what you were hoping we’d talk about, princess? Or is there something else?”
Elizabeth shook her head. “No. This was all. Did... I mean, this wasn’t so bad... was it?” she asked timidly, her whiskers twitching a bit as she spoke
“Not that bad, she says,” Chris muttered, rolling around, and covering her face with her paws, using the webbing between them to hide her face. “This has to have been the single most embarrassing day of my life.”
Terrence laughed, then tossed back the last of his drink, then shook his head. “Embarrassing, certainly, but it wasn’t that bad. Now I think I need some time to process everything,” he said, standing up and tilting a bit to one side. “If you don’t mind, I think I need to go upstairs and lay down.”
Julia stood up as well. “I... uhh... yeah. I’ll go with you, honey,” she said, walking with him, holding his paw and pulling him towards the lift when he would have started towards the stairs. “Let’s take the lift, Terry.”
“Probably a good idea,” Terrence agreed, shaking his head slightly and blinking. “That stuff went straight to my head.”
“You did have nearly three glasses of whiskey,” Julia pointed out as she gently steered him towards the lift.
“Would it be okay if I nick the sofa for a few hours?” Alyssa asked, smiling a little. “That stuff had a little more kick than I’m used to.”
“Feel free,” Julia said. “If you want to lay down on an actual bed, there’s a guest bedroom on the second floor. First door down the left hallway. We’ll be in our bedroom; it’s down the opposite hallway from the guest bedroom.” With that, Julia and Terrence stepped into the lift and hit the button for the second floor. The door closed after a moment.
“I think that I’ll be fine here, ” Alyssa said with a slight smile. “Thank you, Chris. Run along... and behave. Love you,” she added as daughter hugged her.
“Love you too, mom, even if you do embarrass the crap out of me,” Chris said before standing up and turning to Elizabeth. “So, umm, I guess we go back to your room or something?”
“I guess so,” Elizabeth said, standing up as well. “I should call Alex. I owe hir an apology. I... uhh... yeah.” The little stoat’s tail hung limp, practically dragging on the ground.
“I can be right there with you if you need me. Or I can wait outside and give you some privacy,” Chris said, putting her hand on the smaller stoat’s shoulder. “You can do it, and I’m sure that shi will forgive you,” the yapok said, smiling warmly as the two made their way out of the den via the lift.
After heading back to Elizabeth’s room, the little stoat turned her computer on for Chris before going downstairs to call Alex on the phone outside her parents’ bedroom.
Killing time, the yapok pulled up one of the sites that she was familiar with, it was a site that had nearly any and all lyrics for songs old and new, sometimes even tabs. Looking at the tabs for songs could only hold her attention for short times, though. Eventually she wound up closing it out and opening the familiar Steam application and looking through the list of games that the stoatling had, settling on one called ‘Never Alone’. The art style was the first thing that caught her eye, but apparently it was also story heavy, pulling her in deeper as the narrator started speaking. Stories were one of her weaknesses, and she soon tuned everything else out.
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Standing at the base of the stairs, Elizabeth eyed the phone receiver, her ears flat against her head and tail tucked. She didn’t really want to call Alexandrea; she was worried by the thought of putting the tigress through the turmoil that telling hir might cause. Alex was probably still sad after their last conversation, and telling the tigress that she’d cheated on hir might be too much for Alex to bear. Still, she had to apologize. The little stoat only hoped that the tigress would eventually forgive her.
Sighing, Elizabeth walked over to the phone, hoping this wouldn’t be too painful. She hoped that Alex would be up by now; the tigress usually slept in late, but the time in Colorado was an hour earlier than it was in Oregon. Picking up the receiver, she tapped in the same number she always had, grateful that Alex hadn’t had to change hir phone number when shi had moved. The phone rang... and rang... and rang. She was worried for a moment that it might go to voicemail, but it didn’t. “Lexi?” Elizabeth asked when the phone finally picked up. The silence on the other end of the line was unusual... and worrisome.
“Yes, Elizabeth?” Alex eventually asked.
Elizabeth had never heard the tigress sound so... formal. It was also the first time she could remember Alex ever calling her by her full name. The little stoat felt her drop, her tail flopped against the tile floor. Their conversation last night must have affected the tigress more than she’d expected. “I... uhh... can we talk?”
“Of course. We’re talking right now, aren’t we?” the tigress on the other end pointed out.
If not for Alex’s painstakingly polite tone, Elizabeth would have suspected shi was being sarcastic. Or maybe the politeness was a form of sarcasm. The little stoat had never heard Alex speak like that before. It was like she was speaking to a robot; it was very disconcerting. “Well... yes, but... I mean, you’re not busy, are you? You don’t mind talking right now?” the stoat asked cautiously.
Alex sighed. “No, I’m not busy. No, I don’t mind talking right now,” shi said, sounding a little bit more like hirself, albeit a bit tired. “I thought you’d be playing with your new friend though. You two did have a sleepover last night, didn’t you?” shi asked.
“Umm... yes, we did,” Elizabeth confirmed, relaxing a bit now that Lexi was at least speaking normally again. “She’s upstairs in my room right now playing on the computer. But I wanted to call you to... Well, I wanted to apologize...” The little stoat said, her voice trailing off. It was surprisingly hard to admit that she’d done something wrong. Especially something as wrong as mother said it was.
After a few seconds Alex asked “Apologize for what?”
“For... For cheating on you,” the little stoat stammered out. Once she’d admitted it, the words came tumbling out as if a dam had broken, releasing a flood of words “I- I’m sorry. I was taking a shower with Chris after we went swimming the weekend we first met, and I found out she was a herm like you, and I- I asked to see it, and well... things happened,“ she said, choking up again as she realized she didn’t want to say exactly what she’d done.
Alex didn’t respond for a few seconds, so Elizabeth pushed on, apologizing to fill the awkward silence. “I should have called you then, but I didn’t-”
“What things?” The tigress interrupted, her voice wavering.
Elizabeth picked her tail up off the floor and held it to her chest. “Just... You know. Stuff,” she extemporized before realizing that she owed Alex the truth. “I... I licked her boy parts a bit and played with her flower...” she admitted, her voice trailing off as a loud thump came through the phone, followed by wailing. “Lexi?” she asked nervously. “Are you okay?”
“Why, Lizzy? Why?” Alex cried, clearly in tears. “Don’t you love me?”
The little stoat had no idea why Alex had suddenly started crying, but did her best to console the tigress on the other line. “Of course I love you!” Elizabeth protested. “I’ve always loved you! I love you more than anyone else, even Mother and Father...”
“But sex is supposed to be special! It’s something you do with those you love the most, not something you do with someone you’ve just met,” the tiger cub yelled on the other end of the phone line. “How can you say you love me when you’ll have sex with someone you just met?” On that last word, Alex’s voice broke and shi burst into sobs.
“Lexi! Lexi, I do love you! I promise, I love you more than anyone,” Elizabeth tried to explain, almost in tears herself at the realization of how hurtful it could be to cheat on someone. “I’m so sorry, I really am. I didn’t know sex was that special; I didn’t know that cheating was that bad...” The little stoat held her tail tighter, wishing that it was Alex she was holding instead.
Four months ago, when Alexandrea and Elizabeth had first decided to go out, neither of them had known what cheating meant, with respect to relationships. Cheating was when you glanced at someone else’s quiz in class. Neither of them had known, really. It was just a word. Now... Now Elizabeth knew what it meant in a way that most other people never could and knew what pain it could cause.
Elizabeth waited as Alex sobbed, each harsh sound tearing at her heart. There was nothing she could do on her end to comfort her best friend in the whole world... to comfort Alex for the pain that she had caused by playing with someone in the shower, without having even the slightest clue that it might be hurtful. It was like stabbing someone without knowing that she was even holding a knife in the first place. The little stoat felt utterly miserable, tears forming at the corners of her eyes.
Once Alex’s sobs had quieted, Elizabeth tried again, trying not to start crying herself. “Lexi, I’m so sorry. I really didn’t know sex was that special; I have to have sex to keep from getting sick. And I swear, I didn’t know cheating was that bad, honest. I’d never, ever, have done anything with Chris if I’d known. I really do love you. I love you more than anyone else in the whole world. You’ve been my best friend for as long as I can remember; my whole life. I... I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I never, ever want to hurt you. Never, ever again,” she said, trying to comfort the tigress as best she could. “Please forgive me?” she begged. “Please?”
Alex took a deep breath, then replied “It... it’s okay, Lizzy,” shi said between sniffles. “I- I believe you. It... it hurts, but... I know you didn’t mean to- to hurt me.” The little tigress took another rattling breath before finishing. “I forgive you.”
“Lexi... Is there anything I can do for you?” Elizabeth asked, still miserable about the pain she’d caused her best friend.
“No. I’ll be fine,” the tigress said. “I was wrong; I should have realized that you don’t see sex the same way I do, cause you’ve had to do it all your life, just to live. I’m just being stupid. I just... nevermind. I just need some time to think, okay?” shi said hoarsely.
“Okay,” Elizabeth whispered, her voice starting to get hoarse as well. “But you’re not stupid, silly kitty, and you’re not wrong. Mother got really mad at me when she found out about what I’d done with Chris; she threatened to ground me for a year. Sex is something you should only do with people you’re in a relationship with... with people you love.”
Alex went quiet, the seconds ticking by. Elizabeth was trying to think of what to say next when the tigress asked “Last night you said you wanted to be in a relationship with Chris, right?”
Elizabeth nodded, letting go of her tail. “Uh-huh.”
“Why? What makes her so special?” the tigress asked. Elizabeth would have expected the question to be angry or sarcastic, but... it wasn’t. Lexi sounded genuinely curious.
The question also caught her off guard. She knew, in her heart of hearts, that if everything went well with her plan, Chris and her mom would be the perfect match for herself and her own parents. She knew how taboo incest was; what had happened with Alex’s family was proof of that. But since Chris and her mom did it, they wouldn’t think badly of Elizabeth and her parents for having to do it. And surely Mother and Father wouldn’t think badly of Chris and her mom for it. But she couldn’t tell any of this to Alex; she was sworn to secrecy. Which was the entire reason for this morning’s crazy spur-of-the-moment plan, which so far had gone pretty well.
“I... uh... I mean, she’s interesting, she loves video games, and music. She swims well. She’s cool, and...” the little stoat extemporized. Just as she was about to run out of things to say, it struck her just how similar, in a lot of ways, Chris and Alex were, despite their differences in species, background, and interests. It was the fact that Chris, like Alex, was neither girl or boy. Another girl would be fun to play with periodically, but Elizabeth quickly got bored of playing house, playing dress-up, playing with dolls, brushing her fur, painting her claws, or other truly girly stuff. A boy, on the other hand, would have been too into baseball, cars, football, guns, wrestling, and other stupid boy things. It really was that simple; the truth was right there, plain as day. “She’s a lot like you. How could I not like her?”
Several more seconds went by in silence, then Alex quietly asked “Can I come see you two?”
Elizabeth nodded again, this time a bit more quickly, her tail swaying back and forth. “Like over Christmas break? Of course, silly kitty,” she agreed, realizing only after the fact that mother and father would have to agree to such a thing. “I wish you were here right now,” she added wistfully.
Alex cleared hir throat. “I... can I call you later?” the tigress asked, voice still near a whisper. “I don’t feel like talking much more right now.”
“Yes. Anytime,” the little stoat whispered back, her tail going limp again as she realized the tigress was still sad. “Best friends, forever. Right?”
“Best friends, forever,” Alex replied.
The phone line went quiet and Elizabeth took a deep breath, then set the handset back on its base. She stared at it for a few seconds, then turned to head back upstairs. It was a struggle to take every step. She felt utterly exhausted, even though she hadn’t done anything physical today. Talking with Alex had been emotionally draining. Eventually she reached the top of the stairs and pushed the door to her room open and stepped in.
The yapok’s ears twitched a little as she heard the door opening behind her, causing her to pause the game and look, smiling a little at the sight of Elizabeth. “So... how did it go?”
Elizabeth pushed the door closed behind her and leaned against it with a sigh. “Alex forgave me, but... It was a long talk. I just want to lay down,” the little stoat said, resting her head against the door with a dull thud.
“Well, that’s good,” Chris replied, getting up and walking over to the stoat. “I’m here if you need to talk or anything,” she said, holding her arms open.
“Thank you,” the little stoat said, falling into Chris’s arms with a sigh. “Can we go lay down?”
“Sure sweetie,” Chris agreed, hugging the stoat tightly before taking Elizabeth over to the bed and helping her up before climbing up as well and laying down next to her. “There we go.”
Elizabeth squirmed a bit, making herself comfortable before pulling her pillow down to lay on with one paw. After a moment she let out a great big sigh, then rolled over and hugged the yapok, holding her tight. “Today’s been a long day.”
“That’s one way of putting it,” Chris said, smiling ruefully and holding onto the small stoat. “But I think that it’s for the best,” she added, leaning in and rubbing against Elizabeth’s cheek, playing with the girl’s whiskers.
“Yeah, probably,” Elizabeth agreed, going quiet for a bit. “Shi wants to meet you, you know,” she added.
“I’m okay with that,” Chris replied, nodding. “I kinda wanted to meet her. Like I said, she seems really cool,” the yapok said softly.
“Shi is,” Elizabeth confirmed. “Did you know shi taught me how to swim?” the little stoat asked.
“And now you’re teaching me,” Chris said with a smile. “I think that the three of us could be good friends. I’m happy that things worked out there,” she added, taking a breath.
The room was quiet for several minutes, except for the quiet hum of the computer fan and the tick of the antique clock hanging on the wall. As Elizabeth snuggled happily against the bigger girl’s side, Chris draped her tail over them.
“Elizabeth, can we talk?” the yapok suddenly said, breaking the comfortable silence.
“Of course. We’re talking now, aren’t we?” Elizabeth replied, inadvertently mimicking what Alex had said earlier.
“I know, but... I have something that’s kind of bothering me,” Chris said, her ears folding down. “You... you know about my mom and I. Well, I wanted to know how you felt about that, and if, with your dad... if it’s like me and mom. Or if it's just for medical reasons.”
The little stoat gently pushed Chris back a bit, then sat up, frowning. She grabbed the pillow, set it against the headboard, then scooted back against it and crossed her legs. “A serious talk, huh? You mean... do I have sex with father just because I want to? Or because I have to?”
“Ye- yes,” The yapok whispered, sitting up as well, her tail curling in her lap as she started playing with the tip. “I know that I sound like- like trash for questioning it,” she said, looking down at the white coverlet. It was clear from the faltering in her voice that there was a lot playing through her mind, the faintest sight of a tear falling from her muzzle adding to the picture.
“I don’t think bad of you for asking. I mean, I wanna know about you and your mom too. As for me and father... that’s... umm... complicated. When I was a cub, father mated with me once a week when I was in heat so I wouldn’t die. I don’t remember much, but I do remember that mother held me afterwards. After I was, I think.... five or six, maybe? It started feeling good, so I asked if he would mate with me more often. He wouldn’t though,” she said, taking a short breath.
“Anyway, it was, umm, summer before last, I think, that I finally convinced mother and father that it didn’t hurt at all, and that I really enjoyed it. Maybe I was just annoying enough that they gave in. I don’t know. But father finally let me mate with him every other night or so. They even let me sleep with them, rather than in my room.” Elizabeth took a deep breath, then continued.
“I knew what felt good for me and I assumed those things felt good for mother too. I wanted to make her feel good too, so I kept asking until mother gave in and let me play with her too. They stopped letting me do anything with them when my heat ended last winter, but we started again when my heat came back last spring. I just sleep in their room now with them, unless it’s a sleepover. So... at first it was just because I had to. But now, it’s also ‘cause I want to,” the little stoat finished, taking a deep breath. “Does that explain it?”
Chris took a deep breath and gave a little nod. “So, it’s a lot like me and my mother,” she said, reaching up to rub at her cheek. “H- How do you feel about what mom and I are... have been doing?” she asked, her voice cracking slightly. “And... be honest, please?” She had moved from playing with the tip of her tail to messing with the webbing on her paws, rubbing at the faint outline of a silly little pen doodle she’d drawn while bored earlier that week.
Elizabeth reached over and put her paw on Chris’s shoulder. “Remember back at the ranch? I already said I think that incest isn’t bad, unless you’re trying to make cubs. I remember... Alex and I got caught having sex and shi was yelling with hir mom and shi said ‘Sex is the opposite of wrong. Why would helping someone else feel so good be wrong? Especially someone you love?’”
The little stoat sighed, and shook her head before continuing. “Anyway, if it’s anything like what I do with mother, I’m sure it’s lots of fun. It makes me happy to make mother and father feel good, and I like it a lot when they make me feel good. Mating with them is like, the best thing ever. Better than pizza, or ice cream, or Birthday presents-” Elizabeth looked like she could go on forever.
“Does... does having sex with your parents or with Alex make you feel a... a warmth in your chest?” she asked, bringing a paw up to her chest. “Like, more than just the mating?” Chris was mostly at a loss for words and the ones that came out seemed like she was just speaking in circles.
“Well, yeah,” Elizabeth agreed, like such a thing was obvious. “It’s different though. I love my mother and father, but it’s more like... like sitting under a blanket when it’s cold outside; they make me feel safe and relaxed. Mating with mother and father is kind of like swimming: it’s a bit of work, but I know it’s good for me, and it feels good too. And when we finish mating, it’s like... when you’re done swimming, you can climb out of the pool and lay down on a pool chair and fall asleep in the warm sun. Actually, I usually do fall asleep after mating with them,” Elizabeth said with a smile. “With Alex, it’s... different. I love hir too, but shi makes me feel like I’m doing something... naughty. Like stealing from a cookie jar. My tummy feels a little strange and my heart beats faster. When we have sex, it’s like... like I’m flying. It’s exciting, and maybe a little scary. When we finish, it feels amazing... but I don’t want to sleep; I just want to do it again. Does that make sense?”
“It does,” Chris said, taking a deep breath. “For you and your mom and dad it’s... clean fun. With Alex it’s more than that,” she said, finally looking up, her cheeks matted down with tears. “It’s just that... I have those feelings for my mom, like the ones that you have for Alex.” The yapok’s voice held a mix of sadness, fear, and worry. “Is that... is that wrong?” she asked before looking down with a whimper.
“No! I don’t think it’s wrong” Elizabeth said, leaning over and hugging the yapok tightly. As she did, Chris’ tail wrapped around her. “ I’m glad you love your mom that much. There’s nothing wrong with loving your parents that way. Having sex with someone is just another way to show your love for them. Anyone who says it’s not doesn’t know what it’s like to have sex with someone you truly love.”
“I-I…” Chris stammered in the stoat’s embrace. “But... What if mom changes how she feels ‘cause of what your dad said? What if she thinks that we’re having sex cause I’m dependant and not ‘cause I love her?”
“Chris, Mother and Father worry about a lot of stuff that doesn’t matter,” Elizabeth explained. “I’m sure that ‘dependency’ stuff is just another needless worry too. Besides, if you’re aware of it, you can do something about it. Right?”
“Y- yes,” Chris whispered. “I guess... I guess that we just have to talk about it,” she said, taking a deep breath. “I think that I would be hurt if it ended, but mom will still love me and I will still love her,” she said, a faint smile showing on her muzzle. “I’ll have you around as a friend...”
“Definitely. I’d like it to be more than friends, though,” the little stoat whispered, leaning in and giving the yapok a gentle kiss on the lips. She was shocked when Chris pushed her away.
“Whoa chica. We just met like two weeks ago, that’s moving fast even for someone with a reputation like mine,” Chris protested, sitting up and looking a little alarmed at how fast this was going. She recalled some of the ‘horror’ stories that some of her friends told her about their dates.
Elizabeth looked confused. “But... All of this was because you had to know I mate with my mother and father, just like I know you do with your mom. So that we could be in a relationship. Otherwise it would have been cheating. I mean, don’t you want to-”
Chris held a paw up, interrupting the little stoat. “Look, I can see were you’re coming from, but there were better ways to do it. I thought I was going to play ‘possum or cagarse de miedo.” The yapok sighed. Elizabeth blinked at the Spanish phrase, confused. Just as she was going to ask what it meant, Chris continued speaking. “And I do like you, and I definitely want to go out with you at some point, but we just met. I mean, I’ve had friends that jump into a relationship like that, and it didn't go well. I didn’t know that Liberty had such a mean left hook.”
Elizabeth was even more confused at this. “But... why? And who is Liberty? And what’s a left hook? ” she asked, frowning slightly. This conversation wasn’t going at all how she’d imagined it would, especially since Chris had already admitted that she had a crush on her.
“Liberty is a friend of mine, she started dating Brett and they just didn’t fit. She found out that Brett was cheating on her, ‘cause he didn’t like her like he did when they first started dating.” Chris paused for a moment, thinking of how to phrase it so that the younger stoat would understand. “So, people are like puzzle pieces, and when they date, it’s like they come together, but sometimes people try to force two pieces together and it doesn’t work. They don’t fit as well as they thought once they get to know the shape of the person’s piece. Oh, a left hook is where you swing your left arm out and punch someone in the side of the head.”
“So Liberty punched Brett in the side of the head because he cheated on her,” Elizabeth said after a few seconds of trying to figure out what Chris was saying. It was becoming more and more apparent that cheating on someone was just as serious as her mom had said it was. “And he cheated on her because he didn’t like her as much as he thought he would. But why didn’t he just break up with her first instead of cheating on her?”
“Cause that would have been the smartest thing to do and people don’t always do the smartest thing. Me and Nadia think it’s ‘cause he wanted to look good. I mean, if you’re dating a cheerleader and getting popular ‘cause of it...” Chris trailed off for a moment. “But yeah, people do dumb things in the heat of the moment, and I don’t want that to happen with us...”
Elizabeth frowned again, pouting slightly. “I guess that makes sense, but...” She tried to think of a counter-argument, but couldn’t come up with anything. “So we just... see if we fit together before we decide to be in a relationship...” Her voice trailed off and a moment later she let out a frustrated sigh.
“That’s right. Think of it like pre-dating,” Chris said, leaning back a little and smiling at the stoat. “So nothing will really change. We can still hang out and all that, make sure we fit. You know if you were a puzzle piece I would say that you’re a center piece that has all the other things that slot into it.” She snickered to herself at the thought that she had.
The little stoat blinked. She was pretty sure that the yapok was making a joke at her expense, but there was a small seed of truth to it. “Speaking of other puzzle pieces...” Elizabeth said hesitantly. “I still love Alex too. I don’t think I could stop loving hir. Shi’s been my best friend almost my whole life. I think you’d get along with hir, too. Is it okay if we maybe... do stuff with hir if shi ever comes to visit? Please?” she asked, practically begging.
Chris reached up and gently touched the stoat’s nose with her finger-pad. “We’ll see when that comes up. But for now, that’s a little too far into the future. I’m not like Nadia and I don’t have any tarot cards. One step at a time. Sound fair?”
Elizabeth forced a smile, her dark eyes glistening. “Okay,” she said. At least Chris hadn’t flat out rejected the idea. “Is it okay if we still cuddle together, even if we’re not... not dating?”
“Of course,” Chris replied with a smile, holding onto the stoat. “I’d like that a lot; it would make me happy,” she said, nuzzling against the stoat’s cheek. “And cuddling is the best way to find out if I fit into your piece,” she whispered, kissing the stoat on the cheek.
Elizabeth blushed and looked down. She was getting so many mixed signals that she didn’t know what to think at this point. She gasped as a thought occurred to her. “Oh, umm... do you think it might help if we go talk to your mom? She probably needs a hug and some cuddles too, if she had the same thoughts you did about that dependency thing.”
“I think that would be a good idea,” Chris said, carefully sliding off of the bed, adjusting her clothes.
Once Elizabeth was off of the bed and had her hand, the two cubs slipped out of the room and over to the lift, heading down to the den where Alyssa was still resting after that morning’s talk.
Down in the den, the older water opossum was laying on the sofa, arm draped over her eyes. It was clear that she wasn’t asleep from the twitching over her hairless tail; her mind was running too fast, even with the slowly fading haze of the alcohol. The sound of the elevator coming down caused her to sit up, rubbing her eyes on her sleeve. She looked up at her daughter and her friend as they stepped out of the lift.
“Hey sweetie,” Alyssa said, forcing a smile. “Is everything okay? Are you ready to go home or something?” she asked, trying to hide her emotions behind the wall of resolve that mothers were known for.
“Nothing like that,” Chris said, walking over to the sofa that her mother was sitting on. “I- We think that it would be a good idea for us to have a talk,” the younger water opossum said, sitting next to her mother and setting her paw upon her mother’s.
“What about?” Alyssa asked, her smile a bit less forced as she felt the paw squeezing hers. “You know that you can tell me anything.”
“Well it’s... It’s about us,” Chris said, taking a deep breath. “Mr. Terrence said some things and I know that it got us both to thinking. That’s what I wanted to talk about.”
The sofa shifted a little as the little stoat sat down with them, next to the older yapok. Alyssa spoke up, “Sweetie-”
“Mom, no matter what happens, I will still love you,” Chris interrupted. “I know that you will love me no matter how much of a fu- Err, mess up I am,” she continued looking up at her mother. “I guess, what I’m trying to say is that... I will alway love you, but if you think that it would be best for things to stop between us, then I’m okay with that too.” She paused, taking a deep breath. “I just wanted to tell you that I- that we don’t think that there is anything wrong with it. I mean I know that at some point I’ll move on and all, but we’ll still love each other,” Chris said, her gaze never leaving her mother’s eyes, even through the tears that were starting to fall.
“My Angel...” Alyssa started, smiling at her daughter and taking a deep breath. “That... that is a weight off of my chest. That what we’ve been doing hasn’t... that it didn’t mess you up,” she said, reaching up and brushing a tear from her daughter’s cheek. “And you just showed me that you are growing into a fine young woman.”
“You don't really have to stop mating,” Elizabeth said quietly. “I mean, as long as you two know about that dependency stuff...”
“After this little talk, I don’t think that I have to worry about her being emotionally dependent on me. She’ll find that one person out there that will take care of that,” Alyssa said, smiling at Elizabeth before turning back and brushing the tear from her daughter’s cheek. “Though she’ll still be a momma’s girl for life.”
“I mean when you have a milf of a mom like I do, it’s hard not to.” Chris smiled, leaning in and kissing her mother on the lips.
“Just wait till we get alone, I will show you a milf.” Alyssa reached up and booped her daughter’s nose. “Especially when puse ese bozal travieso a trabajar para calling me that.”
Elizabeth was thoroughly confused by the conversation, half which made no sense to her and the other half of which was in Spanish. Another thought occurred to her. Mother and Father had definitely told part of the story earlier, but not all of it. She had to make sure that they knew. Otherwise, it might be cheating; she wasn’t completely sure what cheating was, so better to be safe than sorry. “Umm... Ms. Alyssa?” she asked, trying to get the marsupials’ attention.
“Sweetie, you only have to add the ‘Ms.’ when your parents are around.” The mother yapok gave the little stoat a wink. “And what is it?”
“Umm... Mother and father were telling the truth, but they didn’t tell you everything. I just wanted to add that, well... It may have been just to keep me alive at first, but now... Well, mother and father and I love each other like you and Chris love each other,” the little stoat said. She was going to add more, but Alyssa interrupted her.
“So it started out as a way to keep you alive, but it turned into more? I...” Alyssa took a deep breath, leaning back against the sofa. “You know with the way that today is going, I’m not going to question it,” she paused again. “I’m half expecting someone to come out with a camera and say something about taking a seat.”
Elizabeth blinked, not quite knowing what that meant, but she hadn’t really finished, so she pushed on. “So now that you know, I wanted to ask, well... Chris doesn’t want me to stop loving mother and father, and I don’t want you to stop loving each other, but... Would it be okay if Chris and I be, um, girlfriend and hermfriend at some point, eventually?”
Alyssa paused, looking from the stoat to her daughter. “Yes, I would be fine with you two being girl... herm... mates,” she said, poking her tongue out. “But yes, you two have my blessing, ” she said, pulling the two into a hug. “Chris, I’m sure I don’t have to tell you; you know to take care of her. And Elizbeth, take care of my little angel, at least when the time comes and you two officially start dating.”
“Thank you, Ms. Alyssa,” the little stoat said, quickly lifting her muzzle to Alyssa’s cheek, giving her a kiss and returning the hug. “I will.”
The mother yapok let out a little squeak. “Careful; Chris might get a little jelly of kisses,” Alyssa said with a little snicker. “So I take it that was all that you two wanted to talk about? I’m sure that you two have things that you want to do...”
Elizabeth nodded, turning and nudging Chris and whispering.
Alyssa got up, wobbling slightly as she leaned down and wrapped her arms around the two and giving them a big hug. She held them for a moment or two before letting them go. The yapok watched the two cubs head up the steps that led to the living room. No doubt they were going to play video games or something.
As they reached the top of the stairs and closed the door, Alyssa turned back around. The world seemed to spin for a moment. “Oh Dios mio,” the yapok muttered, losing her balance. Thankfully the sofa was behind her and caught her. “I’ll... I'll just close my eyes a little,” she murmured before laying down and quickly nodding off.
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Later that night, long after Chris and Alyssa had left, the door to the master bedroom squeaked slightly as Elizabeth pushed it open, stepping inside. Her father, lying on the bed in his boxers, looked down from the television that was hanging next to the door, meeting her eyes and smiling. She clicked the lock on the handle and nudged the door closed behind herself, unaware that it didn’t fully shut.
As Elizabeth walked into the room, her father looked over to the nightstand and picked up the remote, using it to turn off the television. Now that the TV was off, Elizabeth could hear the shower running, explaining where her mother was. As she walked over towards the bed she pulled her nightgown over her head, carefully folding it and setting it on the edge of the bed.
Terrence watched as his daughter climbed up onto the bed, naked as the day she was born, walking on her paws and knees across the bed until her head was next to his on the pillows. She rolled over, her back against his side and snuggled up against him. He ran his paw over her shoulder, ruffling her fur and feeling the slight dampness from the shower she’d taken earlier. “I’m sorry things didn’t turn out as you’d planned,” the ferret whispered.
“It’s okay,” the little stoat replied. “She was right; we just met. I just... I guess I missed Alex and was trying to... to... I dunno...”
“Find someone to replace her?” Terrence suggested, smoothing the fur along on his daughter’s shoulder. “To fill the void she left behind when she moved?”
Elizabeth was quiet for a moment as she thought about it. “I guess. I don’t think anyone can replace hir, though.” the stoat mused, then frowned when she remembered their conversation earlier. “And I think I hurt hir yesterday when I told hir I wanted to be in a relationship with Chris, and I definitely hurt hir today, when I apologized for... for cheating on hir. I think I broke hir heart,” she said, her voice quavering.
The ferret winced. He hadn’t known his daughter was going to tell her best friend about that part, or he’d have advised against it, and said as much. “It might have been better not to tell hir about that; I know how much it hurts to find out someone’s cheated on you. But at least you were trying to do the right thing by apologizing,” Terrence said, trying to comfort his daughter, rolling over and pulling her against his chest as he wrapped his arm around her. “Everyone goes through heartbreak at some point. How’d shi take it? Did shi hang up on you or...?”
The little stoat shook her head, feeling a little better. “No, I mean... not until later. Shi got really upset and was crying, and I told hir I really did love hir and that I didn’t know it was that bad, ‘cause I have to have sex. Then shi asked why I liked Chris, and I... I said it was ‘cause they’re so alike. How could I not like her, ‘ya know? Anyway, shi asked if shi could come see us over Christmas, and said shi’d call me back later.”
Terrence let out a sigh of relief. He’d seen childhood friendships end over far less than that. He had to give Alex some credit for keeping cool and listening to reason, something he’d never have expected from a ten-year-old. “Well, that’s a good sign. If shi hasn’t called you by tomorrow after dinner, call hir back, tell hir you miss hir and you still love hir. Maybe you can get hir to play that game you like with you... Minecraft or whatever it is. Eventually shi’ll be back to hir normal self.”
“I hope so,” Elizabeth replied, going quiet. “Thank you, father.”
“You’re welcome,” the ferret replied. “Just... Please don’t make me tell anyone else about your medical condition. I don’t think I can do it again. Every time I tell that story I remember what it was like when you were a baby, lying motionless in your crib and barely even breathing.” He squeezed her tight against his chest.
The little stoat didn’t reply, laying her arm over her father’s. His breath warmed the fur on her neck. A minute later, the sound of the shower stopped, followed by the muted whirring of fans. Julia stepped out of the bathroom a minute later just as naked as her daughter, her fur still fluffed from the fur dryer.
“Did you take your medicine?” the older stoat asked, pointing at the cup on the nightstand next to a handful of small varicolored pills.
Terrence lifted his arm as his daughter sighed and rolled over, crawling across the bed. He rolled over as well, getting out of bed and quickly shucking his boxers before turning back around and taking hold of the coverlet, pulling down the corner. He stopped as his daughter made a loud humming noise, clearly trying to get his attention despite the mouthful of pills she was trying to swallow.
“What, you wanted to play or something?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at her as she gestured to him to stop.
She quickly nodded at him, swallowing the rest of the pills in her mouth. “Uh-huh,” she said, adding “Please?”
Terrence looked up at his wife, who was standing there looking back and forth between them with her hands on her hips. She met his eyes and gave a slight shrug, then narrowed her eyes as a slight grin formed at the corner of her muzzle. She turned around and walked over to the closet.
The ferret turned back to his daughter. “I guess we can,” he said, feigning resignation. He sat down atop the coverlet and pushed himself a bit towards the center of the bed.
Elizabeth rolled her dark eyes at her father’s joke, then finished the cup of water, setting it down as her mother returned from the closet with a latex glove hanging from one claw-tip, which she dropped on the nightstand. The younger stoat looked up at her mother with a quizzical expression.
“I know how much you like putting that paw of yours inside me, but I don’t want to be picking clumps of sticky fur out of my vagina,” Julia explained. “So put that on before you do, okay?”
The younger stoat looked at it confused for a second before it registered what her mom was saying and then she flashed her mother a grin. “Okay,” she said happily before rolling back towards the center of the bed. Her father was sitting with his back against the pillows and his arms crossed behind his head. She lay down next to him with her head on his waist. His penis was still hiding in its sheath, so she reached over and gave it a gentle squeeze, pulling the furred skin down slightly to expose the pink tip. She pursed her lips over it and wet the tip of her tongue before running it across the tip of his member. His length began to swell within his sheath under her fingers, slowly coming out of hiding. Her tongue cradled his length as it grew within her muzzle, opening it wider to keep her sharp teeth from scraping his sensitive skin. Elizabeth felt the bed move slightly as her mother crawled across the bed behind her, sitting against the pillows next to her husband.
Julia leaned against her husband, making herself comfortable before turning her head and giving him a kiss. “You know, we don’t really have many friends. Alyssa seems like she could be pretty fun to have around. She’s funny and down-to-earth, and it seems she shares at least some of your tastes in alcohol. She plays poker, too. Strip poker, if she wasn’t joking about that too. Best of all, we don’t have to hide anything from her...”
Elizabeth smiled to herself as her plan finally bore fruit, then tuned her parents’ conversation out as she nursed at her father’s penis. It continued to swell within her mouth until his glans pushed against the back of her throat. She held still, feeling it throb against the insides of her muzzle in time with his pulse. Once she’d gotten the timing down, it was easy to make out the sound through her ear pressed against his waist. She closed her eyes and focused on the sound, the soothing rhythm of his heartbeat helping her relax. After a few seconds she inhaled through her nose, her father’s natural musk barely detectable after the shower he’d taken earlier. At peace once again, she pushed her muzzle a bit further, feeling the tip of his member press past her tonsils. She ignored the familiar sensation telling her to gag, arched her back a bit to straighten her neck, then pushed his length further down her throat, a few inches past her tonsils.
Several months ago, Alex had convinced hir father, David, to play with them like this. That had been a one-time thing, sadly, as Alex’s mother had been very upset when she’d found out. On the bright side, Elizabeth had learned that she could swallow large objects past her tonsils, provided she tilted her head back like she was doing now.
Terrence couldn’t get over the fact that his daughter had somehow learned to deep-throat him. Or the fact that she liked having her cervix penetrated. It was like she was made of hormone-infused play-dough. His wife smirked at him as she reached over and lay her hand on their daughter’s throat, feeling the bulge of his glans make its way down the tiny girl’s throat. And tiny she was, even for a stoat; her growth stunted thanks to that damned anemia. He groaned in pleasure as she began to swallow around his length.
As the little stoat began swallowing around her father’s length, she felt a hand on her throat, just under her jawline. That was probably Mother; she liked to watch or feel Father’s penis moving around inside Elizabeth’s tummy too. She smiled to herself, knowing she was making them both happy.
Julia usually didn’t pay that much attention when their daughter gave her husband a blowjob, but this time she was sitting right next to him and saw the little girl arch her back slightly before pushing further down on him. Raising an eyebrow, she’d leaned over to watch, amazed when she realized that Elizabeth’s nose was pressed up against his sack; she hadn’t just stopped at his sheath. Unable to believe it, the older stoat lay her paw against their daughter’s chin, tracing down her throat until she felt the end of her husband’s length, halfway to the girl’s collarbone. “Elizabeth?” she whispered. “Are you... are you okay? That doesn’t hurt?”
The little stoat raised her paw and gave a thumbs up. Seeing as her muzzle was occupied; she couldn’t even hum an affirmative.
“Well, okay then... but don’t forget to breathe,” the older stoat said, leaving her hand on Elizabeth’s throat, feeling the girl swallow around her husband’s length. She turned to Terrence, whispering “You know your dick is halfway down her neck, right?”
He smiled, and Julia felt his member swell, making their daughter’s throat expand slightly, like a furry condom stretched tight around his length. Julia flushed with arousal; she had a thing for watching the bulge his penis made in their daughter’s belly, but she’d never seen, much less felt him in Elizabeth’s throat before. She could feel most of his dick, given how slender their daughter’s neck was. She felt her nethers tingle at how hot this was, and reached her spare hand down between her legs, rubbing her clit.
Elizabeth continued to swallow around her father’s length every so often until she felt like she had to take a breather, and pulled back, taking a deep breath. She started to lean forward again, but her mom’s hand on her throat stopped her.
“One moment, Princess,” Julia said, blushing slightly. She usually didn’t suggest anything when it came to Elizabeth’s nocturnal activities, letting their daughter do whatever it was she wanted, but right now she really, really wanted to see Terry’s dick going in and out of Elizabeth’s throat, having never realized just how deep she could take him orally. “You’re sure that doesn’t hurt?”
The little stoat shook her head. “Uh-uh. I mean, it’s a little uncomfortable, but it doesn’t hurt. And I know he likes it, so...”
Julia smiled. “I kind of like it too. Watching, I mean. I didn’t know you could take him quite so far. Do you think... would you be willing to let your father, umm... I don’t know how to say this politely,” she said, turning to her husband with an anxious expression.
“Face... effing?” Terrence asked, raising an eyebrow.
Julia nodded. “I just don’t know if there’s a polite term for it.”
The ferret shrugged. “I don’t know... Actually, yes I do. Throat-swabbing. Do you want to try that, Princess?” he asked, turning to look down at their daughter.
Elizabeth shrugged. “Sure?”
Terrence smiled, then pushed himself upright and slid sideways a bit and stood up next to the bed. “Lay down on your side with your muzzle hanging over the side of the bed. It’ll be just like what you were doing, only I’ll be moving. Make sure you breathe through your nose when I pull out. Tap my leg if you want me to stop, okay?”
The tiny stoat did exactly that. Her father bent his knees and put his paw under her head, then gently pushed his penis into her mouth. She could feel it slide across her tongue and the roof of her mouth, then push against her tonsils. She swallowed slightly, then felt him push further and further down her throat until his fuzzy sheath was resting on her tongue and his balls were draped over her nose.
Julia stared wide-eyed as she watched the bulge of her husband's glans move down Elizabeth’s throat, causing the cub’s entire neck to swell. It stopped less than an inch from their daughter’s collarbone. She could make out the entire outline of his penis starting just under the tiny girl’s chin all the way down her neck, barely obscured by Elizabeth’s fluffy white fur. It was one of the hottest things she’d ever seen.
Terrence had to admit, he’d never thought about doing this but it was definitely at the top of the list of most arousing things he’d ever seen. He gently pulled his length back after a second, watching as the bulge of his dick slid back up his daughter’s neck. When he reached her tonsils, he felt a rush of warm and then cool air pass over the tip of his length. Reassured that Elizabeth was breathing just fine, he gently pushed back in, watching the lump travel back down her throat almost into her chest.
After watching her husband push his member down Elizabeth’s throat a few times, Julia reached out and laid her paw on their daughter’s neck once again, feeling her husband’s length moving in and out of the tiny stoat’s throat. Her other paw was already busy frantically rubbing between her own legs.
“God. Princess, you’re so tight. I’m not going to last long,” Terrence said. “Is it okay if I cum down your throat?”
Elizabeth held out a paw with her thumb up. To be honest, she was kind of glad he wasn’t going to last long; she was pretty sure her throat was going to be sore tomorrow despite how slow he was going. She took a quick breath through her nose as he pulled out, then swallowed as he pushed back in again. Swallowing as his tip passed her tonsils made it much easier. The familiar urge to gag was there, but she simply ignored it, as usual. Her mother’s hand on her neck was comforting, at least.
Terrence gently rocked his hips back and forth, enjoying the unusual texture. Parts of her throat seemed soft and slippery, others seemed a bit stiff, like cartilage. The rippling sensation that went from the base of his dick to the tip every time she swallowed only added to it. He wasn’t sure it was something he’d do on a regular basis, though. Another ten or so thrusts, and he felt the base of his penis tense, his orgasm about to hit. “I... I’m cumming,” he warned as he pushed his length as deep as he could.
The tiny stoat tried not to move as her father pushed his penis even further down into her throat, the tip of his sheath almost to the base of her tongue and the skin between his sheath and tummy pressed up against the crease of her lip near her cheek. His balls were draped over her muzzle, and she could feel them draw up as he began to pump his seed straight into her stomach.
Julia could literally feel her husband’s shaft twitching through the soft fur and tight skin of their daughter’s neck. The sensation was amazing... and indescribably erotic. Her hips began to buck as her orgasm hit; the frantic frigging having paid off, her fingers practically a blur as they ran over her folds and button.
Terrence continued to ejaculate for a good fifteen seconds as his penis forced squirt after squirt of warm, white semen down his daughter’s esophagus and straight into her stomach. Even after it ended, he held still for several more seconds, waiting for the sensitivity to fade a bit before slowly pulling his shaft out of the tiny stoat’s throat. He continued to hold her head up, leaving just his tip in her mouth as he looked down and met her eyes. She closed her mouth around his tip and suckled gently on it for a moment. As much as he wanted to go again, he was a bit too sensitive, and slowly pulled the rest of the way out, his penis flopping down as the tip left her lips. “Thank you, Princess,” he said, squatting until his head was at the same height hers was before giving her a kiss on the forehead. “That was wonderful.”
“You’re welcome,” Elizabeth said, flushing slightly. It wasn’t like she’d actually had to do anything, really. But her throat was definitely a bit sore, and she knew it would probably be sore tomorrow as well. She felt her mother lay down next to her as well, kissing the top of her head.
“Yes, thank you Princess.” Julia added. “It was very, very sexy. I’m sure you’re going to be sore though, and it’ll probably be worse tomorrow. Let me go get you some Tylenol,” she said, rolling back across the bed and heading into the bathroom.
“Your mother’s right. That was definitely sexy,” Terrence said with a smirk, giving his daughter another kiss. “We don’t have to do it again if you don’t want to. Especially if it makes you sore; I don’t ever want to hurt you, Princess.”
The little stoat flushed even more. Alex had called her sexy, but she didn’t remember either of her parents ever doing so before. It made her tummy feel a bit funny, and her flower tingled. Being a bit sore was a small price to pay for being sexy... but she’d hold off on making any decisions about doing this again until she found out just how much it hurt tomorrow.
Terrence stood up again, helping his daughter back to the center of the bed before laying down on it himself. A moment later Julia walked back into the bedroom with a small glass of water and a pair of pills, both of which she handed to her daughter.
Elizabeth quickly downed the pills with a few swallows of water before handing the glass back to her mother, who put it down on the nightstand and then handed her the latex glove. The little stoat struggled a little to get the glove over her paw; latex didn’t go over fur easily and it was easy to tear if one wasn’t cautious. But given how large the glove was compared to her paw, it wasn’t as difficult as it could have been. Once it was on, her father handed her the tube of coconut oil lube they used for most things, squirting a generous portion of the paste onto the glove before handing the tube back and using a finger to spread it all over, especially the back of the glove. Her body heat was more than enough to melt it, even through the layer of latex.
Meanwhile her mother lay back down on the bed, her head near the nightstand and her butt near the center of the bed where Elizabeth was sitting. The little stoat smiled and leaned forward, sticking her butt in the air and getting on her elbows between her mother’s legs. Given how wet Julia’s flower was, she didn’t even need to bother with any kind of foreplay; apparently Mother hadn’t been kidding about finding their earlier activity sexy. Elizabeth reached out with the gloved paw and ran her fingers over her mother’s slippery vulva, then straightened her fingers and pressed her finger-tips into the crease below her mother’s button. It spread easily enough, and her fingers disappeared into her mother’s folds.
Terrence climbed behind his daughter, scooting his knees between her spread legs and gently brushed her tail to one side, positioning the head of his lube-slick penis between his daughter’s nether-lips. They were just as smooth and pretty as they’d always been. By sight alone he’d still have believed she was still a virgin, rather than a cub who been having sex every few days from spring till fall since she was old enough to speak, and been regularly inseminated since she was an infant. That reminded him... “Princess? Do you want me to push through your cervix again?”
Elizabeth turned her head to the side, looking over her shoulder at him. “Please, father? Just be gentle, until it relaxes a bit. Like last time.” After her father nodded an affirmative, she turned back to her mother, looking up at the older stoat. “Mother, do you want me to do the same for you? You said it didn’t hurt last time, so...”
Julia pursed her lips a bit, looking thoughtful, then answered “No, you’re right, it didn’t.” It hadn’t actually hurt, per se, since she’d accidentally fallen asleep with that canine dildo lodged knot-deep in her pussy. She figured it must have stretched her cervix open overnight, and she’d been sore as hell for the next day or so afterwards. Not quite as sore as when she’d had her husband try fisting her, but close. “Just be gentle; don’t force it,” she added. “You really shouldn’t stick anything through it; it’s there to protect your womb after all.”
The little stoat let out a gasp as her father’s length spread her own petals apart. “I know, but it feels really good when father squirts inside it,” she said, gently rotating her paw from side to side as she pressed further into her mother’s flower.
“Right, but unfortunately your father isn’t long enough to squirt in mine. And as you grow up, eventually he probably won’t be able to squirt in yours anymore either,” Julia said, a little sadly. She looked up at her husband. “I really wish he could squirt in mine. And knock me up.”
“I’m getting a bit long in the tooth to be raising another cub,” Terrence muttered as he began gently pumping his length in and out of his daughter’s passage. “Besides, even if I got the snip reversed, how would I take care of Elizabeth? Knocking her up isn’t exactly an option.”
While it wasn’t an option, the thought was still hot as hell, and Terrence felt his penis flex at the thought of knocking up both his wife and daughter. He pulled back a bit and then pushed his length back into his daughter, his glans pressing firmly against her cervix. It didn’t give much, so he pulled back out to repeat the process.
Julia frowned, making a mental note to look up possible solutions. Right now though, she was more focused on the fact that her daughter’s paw had made it all the way up to the girl’s wrist inside Julia’s pussy. “God that feels good, Princess,” the older stoat said with a soft moan, reaching her own paws down to squeeze at one of her breasts while her other paw gently rubbed her clit. Her daughter met her eyes and gave a smile before looking back down to focus on the task at hand.
The little stoat grinned to herself as she continued to push her forearm further inside her mother’s warm passage. It was different wearing a glove though; not as wet. As her mother’s lips reached a few inches past her wrist, she finally felt her fingertips reach the end. She was familiar enough now with her mother’s insides that she knew exactly what to feel for, finding the nub of her mother’s cervix in short order. She paused as she felt her father’s tip press firmly against her own, concentrating on relaxing to let him inside.
“Are you ready, Princess?” Terrence asked as he pressed his length into her. With her bent over doggystyle, her passage was noticeably shorter than usual... and consequently easier to reach her cervix. He pressed against it, waiting for it to give way. His daughter nodded, and he pressed a little more firmly, feeling it begin to yield. Both of them gasped as they felt it suddenly open, accepting him inside her womb. The ferret held still for a moment, his hips tight against hers, letting her get used to it. “There, I’m all the way inside you,” he said. “Let me know when you want me to keep going.”
Elizabeth didn’t say anything for a few moments, twitching slightly as she focused on relaxing the tight ring of muscle deep within her tummy. It wasn’t exactly easy to control, but she was getting better over time. After another fifteen or so seconds, she felt it begin to relax and nodded. “Okay. Just be gentle.”
“Always, Princess,” Terrence said as he pulled back again, feeling her cervix roll off his glans. He pulled almost all the way out of her before gently pressing in again, feeling her cervix resist slightly before giving way again, letting the last few inches of his length inside. “God, you’re so tight. It feels so good.”
“Yeeessss,” Elizabeth agreed, moaning. It had been terribly uncomfortable at first, but the more often they did it, the better it felt, almost like she was slowly turning pain to pleasure. It was worth it though; when he squirted inside her, it was the most intense form of relief she’d ever experienced, like a dab of aloe lotion on a sunburned nose, only better.
Meanwhile Julia was frantically rubbing her clit, envious of her daughter and husband. She truly did wish he could do the same thing to her. She was getting close though, maybe even close enough to... “Princess? Do you think you could try, umm.... Doing that with mine? Maybe at the same time as your father does it with you?”
The little stoat looked up at her mother. “Okay,” she agreed. She rotated her wrist again and straightened her middle finger out, pressing against the center of the smooth ring of her mother’s cervix. Once she found the tiny divot, she pressed her finger-claw against it, grateful that she’d spent a few minutes dulling and polishing her claws earlier. “Try to relax a bit,” she instructed.
The older stoat tried, frantically rubbing her clit so as to mask the uncomfortable sensation. Eventually she felt her daughter’s finger slip deeper inside. “Oh, there it went.”
“Yep,” Elizabeth confirmed. “Keep trying to relax, and let me know when you want me to try moving it in and out... I’ll try to match Father’s pace.”
“It... it’s fine. Just be gentle,” Julia said, waiting. It was definitely a bit uncomfortable, but it was still erotic, knowing she was feeling approximately what her daughter was... though her husband’s penis was definitely thicker than her daughter’s finger.
Elizabeth began to move her entire arm in and out of her mother’s passage in time with her father’s movements. Sometimes Father would pull out until he was just outside of her womb before pushing back inside. Other times he would pull all the way out, rubbing his tip against her clit before going back inside. The little stoat tried her best to do the same, rubbing her thumb against her mothers clit when her father did the same to hers.
A few minutes passed in relative silence, the only noise being soft panting and the soft squelch of Elizabeth’s paw in her mother’s passage and her father’s penis in her own. Suddenly Terrence spoke up. “I’m getting close, Princess.”
“Okay, father,” Elizabeth said, turning her head slightly to flash him a smile. She was glad he’d kept the pace slow; it had been challenging to match his pace while fisting her mother.
Julia was starting to understand why her daughter and husband preferred the slower pace. It was relaxing as well as arousing. Still, she wasn’t nearly at the point of orgasm, so she quickened her own pace, rubbing her clit and switching her other hand to one of her uppermost breasts, tweaking her nipples.
Moments later, Terrence let out a moan, pressing as far into Elizabeth as he could. His penis twitched a few times and then squirt several jets of semen straight into his daughter’s womb. He held still as she began to twitch around him, her cervix alternating between contracting and relaxing about an inch behind his glans.
The little stoat was expecting it, and pressed her fist deep into her mother one last time, her finger sliding past her mother’s cervix. Her father’s warm liquid gift filled her insides, soothing the ever-present itch of her heat. The relief was practically instantaneous, and the slight tingle spread rapidly across her entire body, making her twitch as her orgasm hit at almost the same time. She let out a moan of her own, much higher pitched than her fathers.
Julia watched, frantically rubbing her clit as her husband and daughter shared their climax. The sensation of her daughter’s finger curling slightly within Julia’s womb was enough to set the older stoat’s orgasm. Her hips bucked slightly and her tail began twitching. She panted heavily as her own climax washed over her; one of the most intense orgasms she’d had in the past month. As it began to fade, she relaxed into the pillows she was laying on, suddenly exhausted.
After several seconds had passed, Terrence slowly pulled his length out of his daughter, her cervix sealing his deposit within her womb. He licked his lips, watching her gaping pussy slowly close as he sat back on his ankles. “Princess, I still don’t know how you can enjoy that, but I’m glad you do,” he said, gently patting her butt. He looked up at her head when she didn’t respond. She was face down on the bed between her mother’s legs, arm still buried in the older stoat’s pussy. He raised his gaze a bit further, to Julia’s face. He snorted in amusement; both of them had already fallen asleep.
Trying not to wake his daughter, he wrapped his paws around her hips and lifted her a bit before laying her back down on her side. Sighing, he rolled over to his side of the bed, collapsing against the pillows. For a moment he wondered if he should grab a blanket for them, since both Julia and Elizabeth were atop the covers, then decided against it; they’d be fine with just their fur. The old ferret closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep.
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Charlotte waited until she was absolutely certain Terrence had fallen asleep before reaching out and pulling the master bedroom door closed with a click. The panties in her other hand were literally soaked with her juices; she’d been using them to keep from dripping on the floor as she masturbated to the spectacle of her employers’ nocturnal shenanigans.
She still couldn’t get over the fact that adorable little Elizabeth had literally taken her father’s entire dick down her throat; Charlotte had been able to clearly see the bulge travel down the little girl’s neck from all the way out in the hallway. She also couldn’t get over the fact that the cub had literally asked her father to penetrate her cervix... and that Julia had asked Elizabeth to do the same to her. She had thought that sort of thing only happened in hentai cartoons; it wasn’t supposed to be possible. Except clearly it was.
The teenaged doberman stumbled down the hallway, holding the clump of wet fabric between her legs, hoping it would catch most of the moisture dripping from her spade. It was the most awkward twenty feet she’d ever walked. Eventually she reached her bedroom and stepped inside, closing the door behind herself. First she’d need to get her panties in the sink, then get herself into the bath. Actually... scratch that... the first thing she needed was to get her vibrator. She had no doubt that the scene she’d just witnessed would provide fodder for her imagination for months.",
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