Revelations by IndigoNeko

Chapter 35 – Last Straw

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Tuesday, June 16th, 2015

A young stoat peered around the corner into the room that her mother used as an office. It was more of a studio than an office, with one entire wall dedicated to showcasing her mother’s clothing designs, and another wall dedicated to holding rolls of textiles and other supplies that the older stoat used in her craft. 

“Mother?”

“Come in, princess”, Julia replied, standing at the work bench with a large sheet of butcher’s paper. “I’m just sketching out some patterns. Simplicity wants to buy the pattern for that dress I made for you a few months back. The one with the ribbon bow around the neck and waist.”

“Oh. I liked that one. Too bad it doesn’t match my summer coat,” Elizabeth said, walking into the office and sitting down on the chaise lounge near the door. She sat and watched as her mother continued to sketch on the butcher paper, periodically pulling over pieces of fabric and tracing the outline of them. After a few moments, the little stoat realized with a pang of sorrow that the pieces of fabric were actually parts of the dress that mother had been referring to. 

“So what brings you down here?”, Julia asked, breaking the silence. “I thought you were playing video games or something.”

Elizabeth leaned back against the padded chaise. “Well, I was playing Minecraft with Lexi... but shi said shi needed to go lay down cause hir chest was hurting again,” she explained with a sigh.

“It’s not hir fault,” the older stoat pointed out.

“I know, but I haven’t seen hir in over a week. It feels like forever,” she said, flopping sideways on the chaise lounge.

“Okay, okay... I’ll call Raenne and see when you can go over there”, Julia said. “In the meantime, why don’t you go swimming? You could use the exercise, and Charlotte could use some fresh air.”

Elizabeth let out a long sigh, then rolled off the lounge and onto her feet. “Okay.”

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The teenaged doberman girl started at the sudden knock on her door, quickly closing the lid of her laptop and tugging her skirt back down to cover herself. There hadn’t been much to do around the house and driver’s ed classes didn’t start for another week. So the teenaged doberman had spent most of the last week lounging in her bedroom watching hentai while she wasn’t trying to work up the courage to call Hikari.

After seeing what the Stouffers did in the privacy of their bedroom with their daughter, the hentai she used to watch seemed downright boring. It had taken a bit of searching, but eventually she’d come across an entire genre of hentai that she’d never imagined even existed: lolicon. Some of it was downright sick, but she had found a few decent movies that were reminiscent of what she’d seen the Stouffers do. Which was exactly what she was watching the moment that someone had knocked on her bedroom door.

“Come in!”, the doberman girl said once she’d made sure her skirt was covering her lack of panties. 

The very last thing that Charlotte had expected was to see her employer’s nine-year-old daughter come strolling into her bedroom without so much as a stitch of clothing on. For a moment, the canine’s breath caught in her throat and she felt her pulse begin to race until she realized that Elizabeth was just wearing the white string bikini that Julia had made for her a few weeks ago. 

The fabric of the swimsuit matched the girl’s white fur so closely that unless you were looking for the thin white straps hidden underneath the brown fur on her back and sides, it was easy to mistake her for wearing nothing at all. Once Charlotte realized that Elizabeth was in fact wearing a swimsuit, she took a deep breath to get her racing heart back under control. “I take it you want to go swimming and Julia’s too busy to keep an eye out for you?”, the doberman asked.

“Yes, please!”, the young stoat nodded vigorously. “That is, if you don’t mind.”

Charlotte sighed. She’d been frustratingly close when Elizabeth had knocked on her door. That could wait till later though. “Okay,” she said, grabbing a graphic novel off her nightstand and rolling off the bed.

“Thank you!”, the little stoat said, bouncing back out of the room as the teenage canine got up and followed her downstairs and out to the backyard pool.

=^.^=

Terrence Stouffer sighed as he loosened his tie and then knelt to undo the laces on his shoes. It had been a very long day, since the various shareholders in Pacific Biotek had wanted to discuss their potential options regarding a rival firm that had apparently copied their design for a vascular wall reinforcement mesh. The meeting had started at 4 PM as a last minute conversation and had run until almost 7 PM. He’d only just finished dinner and it was already nearing bedtime.

After the ferret had finished taking off his shoes and tie, he walked over to the bathroom, fully intent on taking a long, hot, relaxing shower to hopefully take some of the stress out of his shoulders and dropping pieces of clothing along the way. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror on the way to the glass shower stall. He wasn’t too bad looking for a guy in his mid 40s. He kept fairly trim, mostly through watching his diet. There was definitely some grey showing in his pelt though.

The older stoat pulled open the shower stall and flipped on the hot water, waiting a few moments for the water to warm up before stepping in with a sigh. He simply stood there, muzzle turned to let the stream of hot water wash over his face for a few minutes, turning a little to ensure he was completely soaked before grabbing the shampoo and soaping up. 

Twenty minutes later, he was starting to feel a little more like himself. He flipped off the water and turned on the dryer vents, waiting until his undercoat was mostly dry before stepping out and grabbing his bathrobe off the hook. After wrapping himself in it and tying the sash around his waist, he stepped back out into his bedroom.

Julia was already in bed, lying naked atop the covers. The older stoat felt familiar a stirring in his loins as he gazed upon his wife’s beautiful form. He’d always been fond of the female form, especially those with perfect teardrop-shaped breasts. Julia had not two, but a total of six of them, each pair slightly smaller than the last. 

Terrence was unable to resist the lure of those perfect breasts any more than he had been the first time he saw them, and found himself walking slowly towards the bed and undoing the sash around his waist, letting his robe drop to the floor behind him. 

Julia smiled as she saw her husband’s obvious interest, his black eyes glinting in the dim overhead light. By the time he reached the side of the bed, his manhood was already showing pink and steadily growing. She’d been hoping he’d be up for a bit of play this evening despite how drained he’d looked when he’d walked in the front door less than two hours ago. 

“Julia, I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” the older ferret said as he climbed onto the bed and knelt over her, putting his paws on the bed next to her shoulders, “but I’m so glad that I did it.”

He leaned down and kissed her, tilting his head slightly. Then lay down atop her when he felt her arms wrap around his back, pulling him tight against her. For a moment he simply lay atop her, nuzzling her neck, until he felt his length brush against the crease between her thighs.

Julia felt it too, and spread her legs a bit more, simultaneously leaning up and kissing his cheek with a smile. That was the sign he’d been waiting for, and the older ferret pressed slightly, his length slowly sliding into her. 

Just then, the door to their bedroom opened with a click and the sound of wood brushing against carpet. Their daughter Elizabeth stepped into the room, closing the door behind herself with yet another click. 

Both parents looked back at each other from the momentary distraction, then Terrence gave Julia another kiss, then resumed thrusting. Their daughter didn’t say anything, simply pulling off her nightgown as she walked over to the bed, folding the garment and laying it at the foot of the bed. 

“Oh no you don’t, young lady,” Julia interrupted as the little stoat began to climb up. “You have pills to take first,” she added, pointing to the small cup filled with pills of varying sizes that was sitting on the nightstand.

The young girl sighed, then walked around the bed as her parents continued mating, picking up the glass and walking over to the bathroom. She poured the pills out into her paw and filled the glass with the faucet, taking each pill with a gulp of water, then setting the glass down on the counter. Then she walked back out into the bedroom and climbed up onto the bed, lying down next to her mother. 

Terrence leaned over and gave his daughter a kiss even as he continued to mate with her mother. Elizabeth smiled, returning it, then leaned over and lay her arm across Julia’s chest, resting her paw over one of her mother’s nipples and gently toying with it, rubbing the pad of her finger over the firm nub. 

Julia smiled, turning her head and giving Elizabeth a kiss as well. Then she turned her head back and relaxed into the pillow, luxuriating in the attention Terrence was giving her. They didn’t do missionary very often, but there was nothing wrong with it. An orgasm was already starting to creep up on her, with a sensation of something about to happen, like a string being wound too tightly and about to snap. 

Another two minute passed in relative silence, except for the soft, wet sounds of their copulation, the quiet panting, and the occasional gasp. Then Julia’s back arched as her orgasm finally hit, making her moan and shudder. Terrence continued to thrust for a few moments, then stopped, pulling his length free from her womanhood. 

“Thanks, honey,” Julia whispered. “I needed that.” 

“I figured. I’m sorry I’ve been so busy with work the past few days,” the older ferret apologized, sitting back on his haunches, his length still standing straight up and glistening in the dim light. “I’ll see if I can take a day off on Friday. We can go do something. Maybe go hiking.”

“Oh, I’d like that,” Elizabeth piped in, still gently rubbing one of her mother’s nipples. 

“Sure,” Julia added. “I don’t have any meetings that I can think of on Friday. It’d be nice to get out of the house.”

“Done, then.” Terrence said, then looked over at his daughter. “Did you want a go as well, princess?” 

Elizabeth nodded, pulling herself into a sitting position and then reaching up to the shelf above the headboard and grabbed the bottle of lube. While her father climbed over to his normal side of the bed, she squeezed some of the coconut oil onto her finger-pads and handing the tube to her father. While he did the same, she rubbed the paste between her fingers until it softened, then moved her paw between her legs, pressing her fingertips against her flower and rubbing it around to make sure she was slick. 

Terrence ran his lube-covered paw over his length a few times, setting the bottle back atop the shelf once he was sure he was sufficiently lubricated. Having sex with a nine-year-old cub required a lot of lube to make things fit, even though he’d been mating with her since she was an infant. The peculiar mix of heritage traits she had made it necessary, to keep her from becoming anemic.

“So, how do you want to do this, princess?”, he asked.

“Can you mate with me from behind again, like you did last week?”, she asked plaintively, getting on her hands and knees in the middle of the bed and waving her tail at him. “I liked that a lot.”

“Sure, princess,” he said, moving up behind her. He wrapped his hands around her waist, lifting her up a few inches so she was the right height, then pressed the tip of his length against her girlhood. “Ready?”, he asked.

“Uh-huh,” she nodded, looking back her shoulder at him. “Can you put it all inside me again?”

“Okay, princess,” he said, his length flexing at the question. “I’ll do that for you every time, if that’s what you want.”

“Uh-huh!” the little stoat said enthusiastically, adding “please” as an afterthought.

“Okay then,” he said, pressing firmly against her. His length slowly slipped inside her immature passage as it stretched to accommodate his size. After the first inch or so was inside, he began making short thrusts to speed things along, getting slightly further inside her with each one. 

Elizabeth wasn’t especially fond of her hips being held up as she was, her knees hanging inches above the bed, but she loved mating with father no matter what the circumstances. Having his hard penis move deeper and deeper inside her flower was wonderful, filling her insides in the most delightful way. 

Then she felt him bump up against the end of her passage. That part wasn’t so fun, at least until it opened up and let him inside. She’d already figured out how to control it a bit, and concentrated on relaxing it. The little stoat wasn’t completely sure if that helped or not, but it seemed to. 

The older ferret felt it too when he reached the end of her vaginal canal. He stopped with the short thrusts, replacing them with deeper ones that went all the way from the entrance to her passage until the very end, pressing gently for a second before pulling back and repeating the process.

Elizabeth’s pants turned to moans as her father pressed against her cervix with every thrust. It was a strange combination of pain and pleasure, but knowing how good it would feel when he squirted all the way inside her womb, soothing the constant irritation of her summer estrus, she was more than willing to put up with it.

It wasn’t more than about twenty thrusts before Elizabeth’s cervix gave way, opening to accept the head of her father’s penis. Terrence stopped thrusting the moment he felt it, pressing his length as far into his daughter as he could. He could feel the tight ring of flesh clamp down just behind the crown of his penis, twitching slightly. That was enough to set him off, the older ferret blowing his first load of the evening straight into his daughter’s womb. 

Elizabeth let out one last deep moan as she felt her father’s sticky gift coat the deepest parts of her insides, soothing her heat. All at once her orgasm hit, wracking her tiny frame. Her arms gave way beneath her, and she fell onto the pillow beneath her with a soft thump even as her climax continued. 

Terrence held onto her hips, his length still deep inside her, twitching as he sprayed semen straight into her uterus. If it hadn’t been for the vasectomy he’d had shortly after her birth, there was no way his little girl would have escaped becoming pregnant.

After his length finished twitching, he pulled himself out of her and gently lowered her hips to the bed, helping her roll over onto her back. Her eyes were already closing. Leaning over her, he whispered “Sleep well, princess.”

“Love you, father,” she whispered back, already on the verge of sleep.

Terrence leaned back on his haunches, glancing over at his wife. She’d already rolled over onto her side and was clearly fast asleep, her chest rising and falling peacefully. Looking back to his daughter, it was obvious that she’d fallen asleep too. He wasn’t particularly tired yet, and still kind of horny.

The older stoat looked over his daughter again, remembering the last time they’d had sex. He wondered if she’d sleep through being mated again. Probably. Especially if he was slow and gentle. Usually he had to rub her nose to wake the little girl up unless she’d had a full night’s rest.

Deciding to take another go, the older ferret reached up and grabbed the bottle of lube, putting a bit more on for good measure and setting it back down. Then he gently spread his daughter’s legs, pulling her knees up and to either side, exposing her beautiful, messy pussy. He gently rubbed it, pulling her outer labia apart and running his thumb around the inner labia and then up over her clit a few times. Her eyelids didn’t so much as flutter. 

Scooting up, he straddled her tail and draped her legs over his thighs, positioning the tip of his dick against her spread pussy, then pressed into her once again. This time he took it slow, drawing out each thrust. His daughter’s cervix gave way almost immediately, popping up around his glans. He pressed as deep as he could go, feeling the tight ring of flesh move further up around his dick, then pulled back until it slid back over his glans and then out until only the tip of his length was left within her.

It was strangely erotic, fucking his daughter while she was asleep. His penis throbbed at the thought, and he gently but firmly slid his length back into her again, pressing against her cervix again until it gave way around the tip of his length and pushing as deep as he could into her. Then he pulled back out, nearly all the way out of his daughter’s passage before slowly thrusting all the way back into her womb. 

The thought of being so deep in his daughter was intense, and the sensation of the tight ring of her cervix rolling over his glans even more so. With how slowly he was moving his length in and out of her tight little pussy, the room was almost silent but for the soft whistle of his wife’s breathing and the quiet noises his daughter was making.

After a minute or so, he decided to mix things up a bit and pulled his length out, sitting back on his haunches and arching his back with typical mustelid flexibility to inspect his daughter’s sex. 

The edges of Elizabeth’s vulva glistened with lubricant, and her prepubescent labia were swollen with arousal. He used his fingers to spread them apart, exposing the rich pink of her inner lips and the hole that lead to her innermost sanctum. It gaped open slightly, closing even as he watched. It still amazed him that something so tiny could spread so wide, accepting his length with only a little effort. He rubbed his thumb-pad against her little clit, watching as the whiskers on her face twitch involuntarily.

He lifted his hips again and took hold of his shaft, rubbing the head around her vulva, coating it in the lubricant there, glistening in the dim light and watching as her pink flesh rippled under the pressure he was applying. Satisfied, he pressed the tip of his dick against her tiny hole, watching it slowly stretch open under the pressure before the crown disappeared inside of her. 

He slowly forced his length into his daughter, her taught flesh sliding over the skin of his member until he came to the end of her passage once again, waiting until it gave way once again and rolled over his glans. With how intense the sensation was, he figured he’d have no problems cumming just from that slight movement alone, and pulled back just until the ring of her cervix rolled off the tip of his length before pressing back in again. He continued fucking her cervix with slow, short motions, and it was only a minute or so later when he blew his load for a second time, squirting over and over for several seconds, coating the insides of his daughter’s womb with semen. This time he was absolutely certain that she climaxed after he came in her, despite clearly being asleep.

Her insides continued to twitch around his length even after he finished squirting. The eroticism of blowing his load straight into his daughter’s womb while she slept was enough to keep him hard as stone. Just as the last time he’d fucked her while she was asleep, he felt a strange sensation at the base of his penis, like he needed to come again. After the post-climax sensitivity began to fade, he pulled back again, feeling the end of her passage pop closed, and pressed into her once more. Her cervix opened almost effortlessly after the repeated abuse it had suffered.

Feeling somewhat guilty, Terrence gave in and began moving his hips back and forth for a third round.

=^.^=

Thursday, June 18th, 2015

The gorilla sitting behind the judge's bench looked up from the computer monitor that was sitting next to him, meeting the eyes of the parents, attorneys, and the children sitting in the room. After a few moments, he spoke. “I don't see it necessary in this instance to set a new date for a disposition. Rabten Metok has already pled guilty to Assault 3. I hereby sentence him to one month in a juvenile detention facility, in addition to six months on probation. Since both Sara McCauley and James Waldman are the ones responsible for the chest injuries, I find them guilty of the charge of Assault 2. I also find them guilty of Obstruction of Justice. However, the prosecution did not provide sufficient evidence that the defendants were actively attempting to commit murder, or that the injuries were life-threatening, though serious. I believe that these two defendants need counselling and should be confined to a juvenile detention facility for two months to help them grasp the severity of their actions, in addition to two years on probation...”

Raenne felt her jaw drop as the judge continued to drone on, detailing exactly how the counselling and detention worked. The three kids had nearly killed her daughter, and were getting off with a two month sentence? She was seriously thinking about interrupting when she felt the paw of the pangolin sitting next to her on her arms. He was shaking his head at her, then leaned over to whisper in her ear.

“Consider it a win that you got full restitution. None of them have a criminal record, and the judges usually don't     give sentences that will interfere with a child's schooling if they can help it. If they didn't have a school record for physical altercations, I doubt that the judge would even give them juvenile detention,” the lawyer whispered.

The tigress grit her teeth, and held her peace. The rest of the adjudication hearing, which she'd since learned was the proper term for a trial that didn't involve a jury, passed without event other than the glares that she got from some of the other parents. She ignored those; if they'd raised their children right they wouldn't be here in the first place.

She didn't ignore the three kids glaring at Alex, though. It was obvious they thought shi was the one responsible for all this, and she had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach that they were going to try to take revenge of some kind. She glanced over at David, wondering if he'd seen the same looks the other children were giving Alex, but he was paying attention to the judge. Sighing, she made a mental note to talk to him later tonight.

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Raenne locked the door behind them as the three tigers stepped into the front foyer, then watched as Alex made hir way upstairs. Sighing, the older tigress followed her husband down the hallway to the living room and sat down next to him after he flopped down on the couch. She didn't say anything at first, simply leaning against her husband and closing her eyes. The hearing had lasted almost four hours; far longer than she'd have expected it to last. According to her lawyer it was shorter than most.

“What's eating you, love?” David asked after a few moments of silence, wrapping his arm around his wife.

The tigress sighed. “I've got a bad feeling about all this, is all.”

“How so?”

“Those kids are only going to be in juvie for a couple of months,” Raenne explained, “and from the way they were looking at Alex in the courtroom, I'm pretty sure they intend to make hir 'pay' for all this.”

“That's ridiculous,” David scoffed. “ They're the ones who got themselves in trouble, beating up a kid who hadn't even done anything wrong in the first place. Robert and Daniel were the ones who started this whole thing, picking on Lizzy and Alex. They got themselves expelled; it certainly wasn't anything Alex did. Then that girl Sara and her two pet bullies decided to go after Alex again. It's absurd. Why would they go after Alex a third time when shi literally has done nothing to them at all?”

“Because that's not how bullies think. In their mind, Robert and Daniel were justified in what they did, so they blame Alex and Lizzy for getting those two expelled. They felt justified in beating Alex up, and now they're blaming hir again for getting them in trouble with the law. I've seen the same thing before, only with gangs and... um...nevermind.”

David was silent for a bit, wondering what exactly Raenne had seen, but decided not to press the issue. When she felt like telling him, she'd tell him. Getting back on topic, he asked “So, what? How do you get them to see reason? It's not like we can sit the kids down and explain to them that it's their fault they're going to juvy. For all I know they're already there.”

“That would be pissing in the wind,” the tigress muttered. “Love... I'm really worried.”

“I was thinking about this a few weeks ago...” The white tiger paused, then continued, “You know how people see herms out here. Why not move to some place that's a bit more accepting of them: Colorado, for example. That would solve two problems at once–”

“And create a third one.” Raenne interrupted. “It's not like we can convince Lizzy's family to move. That would break Alex's heart.”

David sighed. “I went through that as a kid. It's rough, and shi'll cry for a while, be depressed for a couple months, but eventually shi'll get over it. Moving once won't hurt hir, that much I can promise. Moving multiple times, though... After you've been through the whole moving thing two or three times you stop bothering to make new friends, since you know you're going to lose them anyway.”

Raenne looked up at her husband, a little startled, then hugged him. “That explains a lot.”

The white tiger nodded. “Yeah. I don't exactly have many friends, do I?”

She shook her head. “No, you don't.”

“That's okay. I have you and Alex. That's all I really need.”

Raenne smiled, reaching out to take his other hand and resting it on her belly. “And soon we'll have one more.”

David smiled, and gave his beautiful wife a kiss. “Yes, we will.”

The two tigers were quiet for a couple of minutes, simply enjoying each other's company. Then David broke the silence, asking “So... are we moving?”

Raenne nodded after a few seconds. “I can't see any other solution that doesn't put hir at risk. So... explain to me why you think Colorado is a good choice?”

David pursed his lips, then began explaining. “Well, I'd prefer living in one of the more liberal states since they tend to be friendlier towards herms. California or Washington would be perfect, except that the cost of living is absurd. We could move out towards Maine, but I know Alex wouldn't like that; there's nowhere to go snowboarding. That really only leaves Colorado...”, he began explaining.

=^.^=

A little later, David leaned over his keyboard, staring at the computer screen to make sure he had everything correct. After a few moments, he hit the button at the bottom of the web page, updating his profile. After this, it was just a matter of waiting for people to email him regarding job offers. Luckily mobile app developers were still in high demand, especially those who could write apps for both of the major mobile platforms, he thought to himself.

With everything finished, he closed the browser window and hit the power button on his laptop, turning it off. Then he stood up and stretched, then stepped out of the small office and into the living room. His wife glanced up at him from the couch, and then turned off the television. “Well?”, she asked.

“I've updated my online profiles. I'll probably start getting emails in the next day or so,” he said, walking over and sitting down next to her. “Then it's just a matter of weeding through the contractor recruitment spam to find real job offers.”

“Just don't quit your current job until you have an offer letter, hun.” Raenne said, leaning against her husband. “I've heard horror stories of people who quit their current jobs ‘cause they thought they'd landed another job, then show up for work and get told that the company had hired someone else.”

“I have too. I’ll wait until I get a signed offer letter before I submit my resignation,” he replied, wrapping his arm around her shoulders, lightly rubbing the fur on her upper arm. “I just hope we're making the right decision with this.”

“We are,” Raenne replied with absolute certainty, leaning her head against his shoulder. The sense of dread that had been slowly growing over the past two weeks had vanished the moment David had stepped out of the tiny side-room they'd been using as an office.

David raised one eyebrow, glancing down at his wife. The combination of relief and conviction in her voice was palpable. “So... when are we going to tell Alex?”

“There's no point in worrying hir. Let hir enjoy the time shi's got with Lizzy while shi can. We can tell hir when you get the job.”

“But... what if I don't land a job out in Colorado before the school year starts?”, David asked.

“You will,” Raenne replied. “But I'll start looking into home-schooling requirements just in case.”

“I thought you said you couldn't do home-schooling,” the white tiger pointed out.

“After the cubs are born, I can't,” she confirmed. “But I seriously doubt it'll take you nine months to land a job out in Colorado. You were the one who said that whole area around Denver and Colorado Springs was turning toward high-tech industry.”

“True. Okay then,” he said with a quiet sigh of relief. Then he leaned down kissed the top of his wife's head.

Raenned turned and looked up at him. “You missed a spot,” she said, pursing her lips.

David snorted in amusement and kissed her again, bumping noses. “Again?”, he asked.

“Yes,” she replied. This time they took their time, touching noses and lips together. After a couple of seconds, Raenne broke the kiss, rubbing her hand across his thigh and glancing down at his waist.

“In the living room?”, David asked quietly. “What if Alex-”

“–Sshh,” Raenne interrupted. “Shi said shi was going to take one of hir pills when shi got home and go lay down. Shi's probably already asleep,” she added as she pulled the leather strap out of his belt loop and gave it a tug.

“I suppose it doesn't matter anyway,” the white tiger mused. The worst that could happen was that Alex might come down and ask to join them. He felt himself start to harden at the thought of that even as his wife finished with his fly button and started to pull the zipper down.

“Hold up a sec,” he said, leaning against the back of the couch and lifting his hips, then pulling his suit pants and boxers down with a pop as the snaps over his tail gave way. He sat his bare butt back on the couch cushion before he realized his wife wasn't moving, sitting there glaring at him. “What?”

Raenne huffed. “You know damn well I was trying to draw that out, getting you out of your clothing bit by bit.”

“Oh. I... um... shoot,” David stammered. He hadn't exactly thought of that; only that he was getting turned on and that his pants were quickly becoming uncomfortable. “Sorry, love. I didn't think of that, honest. My dick turned on and my brain turned off.”

The tigress rolled her eyes with a sigh. Unfortunately, it was probably true, she thought to herself. David had demonstrated remarkably poor judgement in the past few months when it came to sex. “I suppose I'll forgive you then,” she said, a hint of exasperation in her voice.

“Can I make it up to you somehow?”, he asked hesitantly.

“Mmm. Yes,” she replied after a moment of hesitation, leaning back against the couch. “Remember the couple of nights when Alex decided to join us in bed?”

David nodded, feeling himself stiffen even further as he remembered their various threesomes. The tip of his feline member began to peek out of his sheath, showing pink.

“You certainly didn't mind giving Alex a bit of oral attention then, and it's been an awful long time since you've given me any,” she said pointedly.

“Oh. You're right. It has been, hasn't it?” he asked rhetorically. “We should fix that,” he added, moving his hand behind her neck and pulling down the zipper of the dress she’d worn to the hearing. 

The orange-furred tigress leaned forward a bit, letting him pull the zipper tab down. Honestly, she was glad to get out of the blasted thing; tight dresses looked great, but could get terribly warm when one had long fur. 

“Stand up, love,” her husband whispered into her ear, followed by a kiss to her cheek. Not objecting, Raenne pushed herself up off the couch and turned her back to him so he could pull the zipper tab the rest of the way down. She took a deep breath when the pressure on her chest eased and he pulled the shoulder straps down, peeling the dress off her and letting it fall to the carpet.

David wrapped his arms around her from behind, leaning his head over her shoulders and giving her another kiss. “As beautiful as you are in a tight black dress, you look even better without one,” he whispered, one hand slowly moving down her front until it brushed over the hem of her panties. 

“And as handsome as you look in that dress shirt,” she replied, turning around, “you look better without it.” With that, she quickly undid the top three buttons of his shirt before he started assisting with undoing the bottom buttons. He quickly shucked the shirt, letting it fall to the floor next to his other garments.

“Looks like I’m underdressed. Or you’re overdressed,” the white tiger muttered, looking down at himself and then over to his wife. “Mind if I fix that?” he asked, stepping closer and reaching up behind her chest.

“By all means,” Raenne replied, stepping into his arms and hugging him, running her paws down his back and over his tight butt, squeezing it while he undid the clasp of her bra. After a moment, he tugged at the straps, pulling her bra off. It fell between the two of them, catching on David’s now fully-erect member. She couldn’t help but smile, plucking it off and dropping it atop the growing pile of fabric.

David ran a hand under her chin, lifting her muzzle up before planting yet another kiss upon it. Then he slowly ran his paws down her sides as he crouched in front of her, gazing at her silk panties for a moment before reaching behind her and quickly undoing the snap fastener, then slipping his claws over the hem. He looked up, meeting her eyes for a moment before slowly pulling her panties down her hips. 

Once past her thighs, the thin silk panties fell to the floor. The white tiger didn’t hesitate for a moment, reaching around her and one of her cheeks in each paw and pulling her towards him even as he pressed his muzzle against the cleft between her legs. Her spicy and slightly musky scent inundated his nostrils for just a moment before he pressed his tongue against her.

The sounds of panting and moaning filled the air as the two felines pleasured each other, eventually winding up sprawled naked on the couch cuddling each other. Neither of them noticed their daughter appear in the hallway several minutes later, or saw hir faint smile before shi disappeared back down the hallway to retire to hir room.

=^.^=

Saturday, June 20th, 2015

Alex put hir phone down and looked up at the exam room door as it swung open, revealing Dr. Nez. The river otter smiled and stepped in, holding his hand out, first to Alex's mom.

“Good afternoon, Raenne,” he said, shaking the older tigress's paw, then turning to the younger tigress on the exam table to shake hir paw as well. “...and Alex. I understand you need some stitches removed, and to have this cast taken off as well.”

“Yep,” Alex replied, watching as the doctor pulled a stool with swivel-casters out from under the counter on the far side of the room.

“Well, probably best we start with the stitches. Go ahead and pull your shirt up and lay down,” he said, pulling out a few tools from one of the drawers underneath the counter, along with a couple of cotton balls and a bottle of alcohol.

Alex did as the doctor instructed, pulling hir shirt up. Shi didn't realize how cold the room was until the chilly air brushed across the nearly-naked skin where they'd shaved hir during the operation. The paper covering on the exam table crinkled as shi lay back.

Dr. Nez pulled on a pair of latex gloves, then sat down on the stool. After adjusting his lab coat, he leaned forward to look at Alex's side. “Looks like you're healing nicely. Unfortunately, they'll have to open this back up to get the plate out in a couple of weeks,” he said, anointing the cotton ball and wiping down the line of stitches.

The little tigress flinched slightly at the chilly touch of the wet cotton, followed by the cool metal against hir skin as the doctor deftly snipped the stitches along hir side. After a few moments the river otter set the scissors down next to hir and lifted a long-handled pair of tweezers, using them to tug the stitches out one by one, periodically wiping down Alex's side with the alcohol-infused cotton.

“So, now that school is out, do you plan on doing anything over the summer?”, Dr. Nez asked as he worked.

“Umm... I had been planning to go on a date with Lizzy, but that was before those kids broke my ribs. She's going to be coming over to my place tonight though, so...” Alex trailed off, not having thought that far ahead. Meanwhile, Raenne set down the magazine she'd been reading, glancing up at her daughter on the exam table.

“Oh? Tell me about Lizzy... I think you mentioned her last time you were here. Is she someone you've known for a while?”, the otter asked.

“Yeah, we've been best friends for years now,” Alex said. “Actually, I think Lizzy's parents mentioned you at the barbeque...” the tiger cub trailed off, glancing at hir mom for confirmation.

“You're right; they did,” Raenne said, nodding. “Do you happen to remember Terrence and Julia Stouffer, and their daughter Elizabeth?”

“Oh, yes,” Dr. Nez exclaimed, looking up from his work. “I've known Elizabeth since she was only a few months old. I haven't seen her for over a year now though. Is she doing alright? She's always been a bit... um... frail.”

“She's doing good,” Alex replied, the paper crinkling underneath as shi relaxed again. “Actually, since she started swimming, she's been getting better.”

“Excellent. I'm glad she's doing well,” he said as he tugged the last stitch out and wiped Alex's side one last time. “There's a small amount of seepage in a couple of these, but I think you'll be fine without a bandage. Now let's get this cast off,” he said, scooping the stitches off the exam table and depositing them in the biohazard bin, along with the cotton swab and his latex gloves. He then picked the tools up and setting them into a bin next to it labelled 'Sterilization'. Finally, he turned back around and offered his hand, helping Alex back into a sitting position as shi tugged hir shirt back down.

“If you don't mind a bit of advice,” the doctor said, turning back to the counter and rummaging through the drawers looking for a medical saw, “Even though we're going to take this cast off, your leg still isn't fully healed, and it won't be for several months. You stretched the ligaments in your foot and ankle pretty badly. So if you're going to take Elizabeth out on a date, make sure you wear the walking cast I'm going to give you. And you definitely don't want to do anything physically active with your ribs the way they are, or it'll slow down your healing.”

Eventually the otter found the cast saw in a bottom drawer, pulling it out and plugging it into an electrical outlet. “Okay, try not to move please,” he said, wheeling himself back over to the front of the exam table and picking up Alex's leg and resting it on his knee. He turned on the cast saw with a loud whine and began making a series of small cuts down one side of the cast and then back down the other side. After checking to make sure he'd cut all the way through on both sides, he put Alex's leg back down and then set the cast saw down on the countertop and grabbed a pair of scissors from another drawer, turn began cutting through the gauze at one of the incisions he'd made.

A few moments later, he pried the cast open and gently pulled it off. “There you go. Now, don't stand on it... I'll be back in a bit with the walking cast for you,” he said, standing up. The otter put the tools away, then deposited the cast in the waste basket next to the door and stepped out with a swish of his lab coat.

Raenne stood up and walked over to the exam table, putting her hand out to stop Alex as shi leaned forward to scratch at the matted fur of hir leg. “Here, I'll get it. We can wash your leg when we get home,” she said, sitting down on the stool and taking Alex's leg. She quickly fluffed the fur out by running her claws up and down Alex's leg, grateful that she'd filed her claws smooth a few nights ago.

Alex sighed and fell back against the exam table, then started purring as hir mom soothed the itches that had been bothering her for the past three weeks. “Ooh, that feels good.”

A knock at the door heralded it being pulled open once again, followed by Dr. Nez stepping back into the room with a long box in his paws. “Here we are. It should fit just fine with a bit of adjustment,” the otter said, setting the box down and pulling the top open as Raenne got up from the stool and sat back down on the chairs to the side of the room.

The otter sat down on the stool Raenne had just vacated, then began fitting the walking cast over Alex's leg. “Bet it feels wonderful to have that cast off,” he said, noticing the fluffed fur and flashing Raenne a quick grin.

“Wonderful,” Alex said, still lying flat against the exam table while the doctor fitted the hard plastic boot.

“Well, just be gentle when you wash it after this. And wear this walking cast any time you're going to be putting pressure on it for the next month. Take it easy with walking for the two weeks. No more than 5 minutes at a time, 30 minutes a day. And no running or other vigorous activity for two months; you've got to give those ligaments time to fully heal... and I think this is all set. Just undo the velcro straps to take it off,” the otter said, standing back up and offering a paw to help Alex sit up once again. “Tell Elizabeth that I said 'Hi', okay?”

Alex nodded. “I will,” shi said as shi hopped down off the exam table, cautiously taking a few steps with the hard plastic walking boot.

“Oh, and Raenne...” he said, stepping a bit closer to the older tigress as she stood up. “I know you mentioned that you'd given Alex 'the talk', but...”, he whispered, “it might be a good idea to go over it again just in case. While Alex might not be capable of bearing cubs right now, shi can certainly sire them, and getting Elizabeth pregnant would be a very bad idea, for numerous medical reasons.”

Raenne nodded. “Oh yes, I'm well aware,” the older tigress replied, watching as Alex took a few steps, getting used to walking again after nearly a month on crutches.

“Okay then. You two be safe, and I'll see you again in a month or so to get Alex's stitches out a second time, and for another blood test to make sure we've got the dosage right on those hormone blockers,” the otter said, holding his paw out to give Raenne a parting handshake.

“Oh yes,” the older tigress replied, shaking his paw. “When should I start thinking about getting an ultrasound?”

“Well... From what I understand you're only what... two weeks in? It's possible to detect the embryo as early as six weeks. If you want, we could schedule an ultrasound for when you and Alex come in next. Charon is a top-notch sonographer as well as a gynecologist. You remember her from your last visit?”, the otter asked.

Raenne nodded.

“Excellent. Just talk to the secretary at the front desk on your way out; she'll be happy to schedule an appointment for you. Anything else I can do?”

Both Raenne and Alex shook their heads. “Thanks Dr. Nez,” Alex added, pulling the door open and stepping into the hallway outside the exam room.

The otter smiled. “You two be safe. I'll see you next month.”

=^.^=

Raenne walked over and pulled open the front door, revealing the tiny stoat who had just rung the doorbell. “Hi Lizzy. Come on in. Alex is upstairs in hir room. Don't give hir any hugs; hir ribs are still broken, okay?”

“Yes, Mrs. Andreyev,” the little mustelid said, stepping inside as the older tigress waved out at the burgundy Lexus sitting in the driveway and then closed the door again.

Elizabeth took her shoes off and then hopped up the stairs, trying to take them two at a time like Alex usually did. She was panting by the time she reached the top step. She tugged at the hem of the thin summer dress she was wearing, then turned and walked over to Alex's room. “Hey Lexi,” she said as she reached the end of the hallway, peering into the younger tigress's room.

“Hey Lizzy,” Alex replied, waving at hir best friend from the comfort of the pile of pillows shi was sitting against. “Check this out,” shi added, pointing at the large flat-screen television mounted on the far wall that hir dad had installed earlier.

“Whoa... That's a big TV,” Elizabeth said, staring at it while walking towards the bed. “Wait... is that one from your living room?”

“Yep. Dad brought it up here for me, so I wouldn't have to go up and down the stairs so much. He even brought his game console up here for me to play,” shi replied, setting down the remote. “I was just going to start watching Last Exile. It's that anime that Charlotte let me borrow.”

The little stoat climbed up on the bed and sat down against the pillows, next to Alex. “I thought you weren't going to wear skirts again,” she said, poking the pleated black skirt that the tigress was wearing, before leaning back into the pile of pillows.

“Well... not to school. It's really comfortable to wear around the house though,” shi replied.

“Oh. That's too bad; you look good in skirts,” Elizabeth said, leaning against Alex and giving hir a quick kiss before turning to watch the TV. “I haven't seen this, I don't think.”

“Oh... It's really good. I'm pretty sure your parents would be okay with you watching it...” Alex trailed off, grabbing the remote and going back to the main menu so they could both watch it from the beginning. “Maybe if you like it, you could ask Charlotte if she's got anything else like it,” the tigress added as the anime started playing.

Elizabeth didn't say anything. Honestly, she didn't really care about the anime; it was enough that she got to snuggle with Lexi once again.

After Alex finished fiddling with the remote and got the anime playing, shi set the remote back down. “Oh, and... Dr. Nez said to tell you 'Hi'. Mom and I were at the doctor's earlier, getting my cast removed.”

“Oh. He’s been my doctor for forever. How is he?”, Elizabeth asked.

“Good,” Alex said, going silent again for a moment. Then shi remembered something that had been on the back of hir mind for a while now. “So... would you, um, maybe want to go on a date some time? Next weekend maybe?”

The little stoat next to hir went still for a moment, then reached out and took hir hand. Elizabeth held hir paw tightly and leaned over to give hir a kiss. “Of course, silly kitty. I'd love to go on a date with you.”