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Yerba Maté
by TaintedThylacine and IndigoNeko

Chapter 9

Sunday, November 1st, 2015

“What was it you wanted to talk about?” Terrence asked as he and Julia sat down in their favorite chairs in the basement den. Alyssa sat down across from them at her usual place on the couch, but Elizabeth and Chris remained standing.

They had only returned from the Day of the Dead celebration a few minutes ago. Terrence had thought that Chris and Alyssa would be headed home after the celebration, but the two cubs had informed them that there was something they wanted to talk about as a group... again. Hopefully this time it wouldn’t be as stressful as the last ‘talk’ they’d had; he didn’t want to go into work tomorrow with a hangover.

“Don’t worry; it’s nothing like the last time that we were all down here having a talk,” Chris said, letting out a sigh, her tail twitching with excitement. “We just wanted to announce that Elizabeth and I talked about it at the church and we decided to officially start dating.”

The little stoat took off the festive skull mask she was wearing and nodded happily, taking Chris’s paw in hers.

“You know, this took a lot longer than I thought that it would, given how you keep talking about Elizabeth,” Alyssa said, a smile appearing on her pointed muzzle.

Elizabeth smiled, leaning against Chris. “She was just waiting to make sure we were a good fit for each other.”

Julia and Terrence both glanced at each other, then back at their daughter. “Well, let’s hope that you find that you are a good fit for each other then,” Terrence said, nodding.

Julia smiled, adding “Good. Now if you don’t mind, I want to go get changed. Wearing something this garish isn’t exactly my style,” gesturing at the red and gold dress she’d worn to the chapel, a relic from her college days. She’d found it in the back of her closet while trying to find something suitable for a Day of the Dead celebration, and had been shocked to find it still fit.

Alyssa looked over at Julia. “That dress doesn’t look bad on you. I think that you look good in something long and flowing.”

“Thank you,” Julia said, standing up and twirling around. “I just don’t go for bright colors, is all. This was from my college days. I think I got it for a party or something. I’ve got plenty of other long dresses, though.” 

“Would you two like to come back down here for coffee or something after you get changed?” Alyssa asked, glancing over at Terrence as well.

“I’m not sure about coffee, considering how late it is, but a drink sounds like a good idea. I’ll be back down in a minute or two,” Julia said, turning towards the lift, her black-tipped tail swishing behind her.

“I’ll join you. I prefer polo shirts to dress shirts, so I’ll get changed as well,” the old ferret said, standing up to join his wife as she walked over to the lift. “We’ll be back down in a minute,” he added as he stepped into the lift with his wife.

“Sounds like a nice way to keep the evening going,” Alyssa said as she waved to the others as the lift door closed. “What about you kids? I’m sure that you don’t want to hang out with a bunch of old farts like us.”

“Well, I was thinking that Elizabeth and I would go back to her room and just hang out and play games or just goof off,” Chris said looking from her mother to her now girlfriend, her tail still wiggling with excitement.

“Games sound like fun,” the little stoat said, turning from Chris to Alyssa. “Actually, um… Since we’re dating now, would it be okay with you if Chris and I mate with each other? Maybe before she goes home?” Elizabeth asked, without a trace of embarrassment. “Mother and Father said it would be okay, once we’re dating.”

Alyssa blinked for a moment. “Well it’s okay with your parents and I don’t mind, but I think that it’s a little late for you two to start getting frisky. It is a school night.” The mother Yapok said, glancing at the clock on her phone.

“Mooom,” Chris said, pouting as she folded her ears back and did her best impression of puppy dog eyes.

“No ‘moooming’ me out of it this time. It’s late, and you don’t get enough sleep as is. You two can have all the fun that you want next weekend,” Alyssa said, giving her daughter the ‘Mom Look™’.

Elizabeth frowned forlornly, her whiskers drooping. “Yes, Ms. Paige. I mean... Alyssa,” the little stoat corrected herself. “We can go practice that new song for the band while they talk about boring adult things,” she added, taking the older girl’s paw and heading for the stairs.

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Saturday, November 7th, 2015

Alyssa stepped into the Stouffer’s front foyer, a few steps behind the two children, and closed the door behind herself. The two children were still excited over the ‘success’ of their most recent band practice, having spent the entirety of their short trip back from Nadia’s house raving about how awesome it had been.

“You were so cool, Elizabeth,” Chris said as she walked through the foyer with the little stoat, practically walking on air. “You’re going to be an awesome singer.” The yapok’s tail twitched behind her. 

A hint of blush peeked through the fur on the stoat’s cheeks at the praise. “I hope so. I really do. Can you imagine, being up on stage in front of hundreds of fans, all of them screaming for an encore? That would be the best!”

“You do know what that is right?” Chris asked, a devious smile growing across her muzzle as she and Elizabeth walked to the lift.

“An encore?” Elizabeth asked, faltering as her brow furrowed. She nervously ran her paw down the front of her pine green dress, suddenly worried that she’d used the wrong word. “I thought... It's when someone asks for more. Right?”

“Nope… An encore is them asking for you to throw your panties out into the crowd.” Chris said, her smile growing more.

“Chris! It’s not that, Elizabeth. You had it right. It’s where they ask you to play the song again,” Alyssa said as she playfully bonked her daughter on the head, between her big, round ears.

The little stoat flashed a smile at Alyssa, then turned and glared at Chris for a second. “Meanie. And here I was thinking we should go do sexy things in my bedroom. Now I’m not so sure,” Elizabeth said, a devious smile appearing on the little stoat’s muzzle.

“Well, it looks like someone is in the dog house,” Alyssa teased as she turned to make her way down to  the den. “You’re going to have to do something for your girlfriend to make up for it.”

“Moooom,” Chris huffed before turning to Elizabeth. “I’m sorry. I will be nice. I will... umm, throw you my panties.”

“Gross. I don’t want you to throw your panties at me,” Elizabeth said with a sigh of exasperation. Then she remembered her parent’s injunction. “Umm... is it okay if we do sexy things?” the little stoat asked Alyssa, making sure to obtain permission.

“It is,” the yapok mother said, smiling at the two. “Do you two need condoms or anything?” she asked, smiling a devious smile.

“Mooom!” Chris protested, her ears flushing pink with embarrassment.

“No, ma’am,” Elizabeth said, shaking her head slightly. “Mother and Father made me get an IUD after they found out about what we did in the shower.” 

“Well then, you two run along,” Alyssa said, smiling. “Oh, and if you want to really get her going, wiggle your tongue between her tips. That will get her wiggling and moaning-” 

“Mooom!” Chris yelled, blushing bright red and hiding her face behind her webbed hand.

“Love you too,” Alyssa added with a smirk.

“Come on,” Elizabeth said, pulling Chris over towards the lift by the hem of her t-shirt. “Let’s go!”

“Oh, to be young again,” Alyssa said with a snicker, watching them as they stepped inside the lift. They made a strange pair: one clearly high-society ermine wearing a dress worth more than most people’s entire wardrobes and a scruffy water-possum in torn jeans and a weathered band shirt. She shook her head. “I wonder what Charlotte is fixing for dinner,” she muttered, heading towards the kitchen, her nose and whiskers wiggling as she got close, trying to pick up any hints as to what the canine was cooking.

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Elizabeth dragged Chris all the way from the lift to her room, pulling the door open and dragging the yapok inside, then shut the door behind them. Just as she was reaching up to take hold of the collar of her shirt, she paused, remembering what Alex had said. Her hands fell as she looked at the yapok a few feet from her, suddenly worried that she had done something wrong.

“Chris?” she asked, a slight quiver in her voice. “I... I just remembered something. Something important. I really like you, and I think I might love you. I just don’t know yet if I do or not. I know I love mother and father, and Alex, but... how do I know if I love you too?” Elizabeth asked, the stoat’s ears lowering in shame.

“Well,” Chris said, a bit disconcerted by the little stoat's sudden change in behavior. She paused to think, turning around and stepping over to Elizabeth’s bed and brushing aside the canopy curtain. “You remember what you told me about feeling like you were dipped in honey, when you were with Alex?” the yapok asked, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Do you feel anything like that? Like you could just stay in my arms, even if we didn’t mate? Just snuggle together and forget all the bad things that ever happened to you?” The yapok took a deep breath. “Or maybe feel kinda like you can take on the world? ‘Cause that’s how you make me feel. So I think that’s what I think love would feel like...” she said, her voice trailing off, curling her tail around and sitting it in her lap.

“I... uhh... No, not exactly. It feels... When I’m thinking of snuggling with you, it makes me feel a little warm inside. Like... like sitting beside a campfire at night,” Elizabeth said, struggling to find the words. 

“That sounds right,” Chris said, leaning back onto the bed, remembering something she’d read in one of her romance novels. “I would be happy to take the time to stoke the embers, and let this grow into a blazing bonfire... one that would keep both of us warm, happy and safe,” she said, smiling at the sappy sentimentalism that had made for a perfect response. “So if you want to just snuggle, then I’m fine with that too. Whatever makes you happy, sweetie,” she added.

“I... uhh... Thank you. I guess if that feeling is love, then I think I definitely love you a little, and I think I could love you a lot,” the little stoat said, walking over to the bed and sitting down next to the yapok. “Could... could we snuggle? Please?”

“Of course,” Chris said, smiling as she scooched up onto the bed, pulling some pillows close for them. The yapok lay down, patting the area in front of her.

Elizabeth climbed up on the bed and rolled over, coming to a stop on her back next to Chris. “Would you hold me?” she asked.

“Sure,” Chris said, wiggling against the smaller stoat, resting one arm over her and the other under the pillows. “Like this sweetie?” She said in a near whisper, tail absentmindedly wrapping around the little stoat as well.

Elizabeth took Chris’s paw in one hand and rolled over onto her side, pulling the yapok’s chest against her back, then scooted back slightly. “Closer? Please?”

“Like this?” Chris asked, wiggling a little as she pulled herself closer to the little stoat. Her chest pressed against Elizabeth’s back, her arms and tail holding the little stoat tight. “This- this is really nice,” She said blushing, a soft rumble growing in her chest as she started purring.

“Yeah… it is,” the little stoat said, giving a happy sigh. “Mother and Father hold me like this, when we’re laying down. Like in bed, or reading on the couch.”

“You know,” Chris said softly, “your fur’s really soft… and smells nice. I could really get used to this.”

“I could too,” Elizabeth said, closing her eyes and sighing. “You know, I still feel really bad for what I did to Alex a couple months ago. I never wanted to hurt hir,” she said, her ears folding back against her head.

“I’m sure that she knows that you didn’t mean to,” Chris said, taking a deep breath. She moved her paw up to stroke the stoat’s cheek fur.

“I hope so…” Elizabeth said, relaxing. The feel of Chris’s paw on her face was comforting, and made her feel a bit better about things. She only wished she could do the same for Alex. 

“I’m sure that she knows you still love her,” the yapok kept stroking her cheek, holding her close and tight. 

“I do, and she does. I just wish…” Elizabeth’s voice trailed off. “It doesn’t matter. If wishes were fishes…” the little stoat said, sighing. “I know you probably get tired of me talking about Alex all the time. I’m sorry.”

“I don’t mind at all,” Chris said quietly. “If it makes you feel better to talk about her and everything, then do it. I will be happy to sit here and listen to you. I mean…. I’m your girlfriend, and part of that is making you feel better in whatever way that I can.”

“Thank you,” Elizabeth said, letting out another sigh as the tension slowly left her. It was strange that Chris could purr, she mused. One didn’t normally think of marsupials as being able to purr. Cats could purr. Tigers supposedly couldn’t, but Alex had.

“Snuggles are like, the best,” Chris whispered, interrupting Elizabeth’s thoughts.

“I agree. Snuggles are the best,” the little stoat said with a happy sigh. “Oh, that tickles,” she added as she felt Chris’s hand brush against a spot just below her chest. 

Chris snickered a little as she let her paw rest right at the spot. “Oh, is a Noodle ticklish?” Chris asked as she let her paw tips ever so lightly fluff and play with the fur under Elizabeth’s dress.

“Nooo… I don’t think so… It just… felt weird,” the little stoat said, reaching down and pulling up the hem of her dress. Then she ran her paw up under it, to where Chris’s paw was and rubbed at her fur there. “Huh… I think…”

“Well, that’s interesting,” Chris said, sitting up to get a better look. “I like your undies, they’re cute.”

“Huh? Oh, thanks. But I think… I think I might have extra nipples, like Mother does,” she said, rubbing under her fur. “Feel this,” she said, taking Chris’s paw and pulling it under her dress, pressing the yapok’s paw against the bare fur of her chest. “Under your middle finger? Does that feel like a nipple to you?”

“Ummm... It... it does,” Chris said, glad that she was laying behind the stoat, given the fact that it felt like her ears and cheeks were on fire with blush. She rubbed her finger against the little nub, before moving it along the stoat’s chest, finding one of the other ones in the right spot. “It looks like you do, and you have an even number of nipples,” she said with a little huff, reminded that she had an odd number of nipples in her pouch.

“Huh… maybe… “ Elizabeth muttered, feeling further down her tummy. “I think I might have as many as Mother does… yeah… there’s another,” she said, looking down. 

Chris was somewhat taken aback. “Ummm, well, I... I guess that means there’s more to play with,” she said, blushing and running her paw over the stoat fluffy torso, counting them. “I counted three pairs of nipples,” she said with a little snicker.

“That’s the same as mother has,” Elizabeth said, parting the fur near her waist to look at the last pair that Chris had found. “Huh. Do you think I’ll get one pair of breasts? Or more? Cause mother has three pairs of breasts.”

“Well, I would think that you would end up like your mom,” Chris said, getting a little lost in thought. “I mean… I ended up like my mom. Same number and everything,” she said, smiling down at the stoat and watching her look through her fur, shifting her hips back just a little.

“Hmm. Maybe. I hope so. I like playing with Mother’s. It’s more fun than just two, I think,” she added. “Do... Do you like, um, playing with your mom’s? I mean, if you don’t want to say, you don’t have to.” 

Again, the poor yapok felt the heat of blush washing over her. “I do,” Chris said, smiling and wiggling a bit. “They are fun to play with and she makes cute squeaks. I, umm... I’m not sure what ones I like more, the ones on her chest or the ones in her pouch.”

“She has them in her pouch too?” Elizabeth asked in amazement, twisting around slightly to look the yapok in the eyes. “Are they like… just nipples? Or actual breasts hidden inside?”

Chris couldn’t stop blushing as Elizabeth looked at her. “Yes. We both have nipples in our pouch. They’re just nipples, but they are super sensitive and stuff,” she said, smiling. “Sometimes she likes to slip her paw in my pouch and tease them if we’re watching a movie or snuggling or something.”

The little stoat rolled over, facing her new friend. “Can I feel inside your pouch?” she asked. “I mean, if you’re okay with it...”

“I wouldn’t mind,” Chris said, rolling onto her back and undoing the button on her jeans. “Just be gentle,” she added as she wiggled a little, pulling her jeans down and lifting her shirt up, showing off her flat tummy and panties. “The opening is right... here,” she said, taking the little stoat’s paw and guiding it to the opening to her pouch. “Feel it?” she asked.

“I... yeah. Oh, wow, it’s warm,” she said, pressing her paw into it a tiny bit, feeling the opening widen as her paw slowly went in. “Huh. It’s dry. I kind of thought it might be wet, like... well… umm...” she trailed off, a little embarrassed.

Chris shivered and panted as she felt Elizabeth’s paw teasing its way into her pouch. “It’s actually water-tight,” she said, smiling at the stoat. “You can get your whole paw in there. There are five nipples in it,” she trailed off, the smallest movements from the stoat sending shocks through her.

The little stoat was quiet, feeling around inside the fleshy pouch, trying to find where all five of the aforementioned nipples were. It was definitely strange, and different from anything else she’d ever felt before. Once she’d found all of them, she ran her finger-pad over one, watching Chris’s face.

“Oh God,” Chris squeaked as she felt Elizabeth’s finger-pad teasing each of her nubs, blushing and gasping softly. It was clear that she was enjoying the feeling of the paw in her pouch and the fingertip teasing her, and despite herself willing things to be innocent with her body, it didn’t last. She could feel the stirring need in the pit of her belly growing.

“Wow, they really are sensitive, aren’t they,” Elizabeth said, pulling her paw back out after a few more moments of rubbing and tweaking the tiny nubs she’d felt. “Mine aren’t nearly that sensitive,” she added, looking down, seeing the growing bulge in Chris’s panties. “Oh. I didn’t think they were that sensitive.”

“They are, and having someone really special playing with them just makes it better,” she said blushing, and squirming slightly. “I guess that’s why mom called them fun buttons,” she added with a smile. “Sooooo… I guess you found one you like the most,” she said, having no idea what to say at this point. With all the things happening, she was having trouble thinking with her bigger head.

“I just like watching your face when I touch them. Your nose scrunches up a bit and your whiskers wiggle. It’s cute,” Elizabeth said. “Well… Now I know why your mom calls them fun buttons. Do you… um… do you want to mate now, maybe? I’d feel kind of bad leaving you like that,” she added, pointing at the yapok’s crotch.

Blushing furiously, she nodded. “That would be great… but if you’re not ready to do it or anything, I can slip off to the bathroom and handle it,” she said, reaching out and running her paw along the stoat’s cheek. “Is that something that you want to do?”

“No... I mean, I do! Only, it… I don’t know what it’s going to be like, cause you have, well, two tips, and they’re pointy. So it’s… I dunno,” the little stoat said, confusedly. “Just… go slow? Please?”

“As slow as you want,” Chris reassured the little stoat, smiling. “And don’t worry. The tips are really soft and all, so they won’t, like, poke holes in anything,” she added, giggling. “Mom had to explain that to me once. It’s… like a normal thing for us. Just that it’s going to tease two places instead of one, if that helps.”

“Oh. Okay,” Elizabeth said, reassured. She quickly sat up and pulled the skirts of her dress out from under herself, then grabbed the collar and pulled it all the way off, dropping it to one side of the bed. Her training bra followed a moment later. The stoat reached back and undid the snap on her panties, then she tucked her thumbs under the hem of her panties and rolled to the side while pulling them off, dropping them atop the dress on the floor. She brushed her paws down her front, smoothing her pure white fur, happy that she’d finished shedding the last of her boring brown summer coat. Waiting for Chris, she scooted a bit further up the bed, kneeling just in front of her pillows.

The little show of the stoat stripping didn’t help the tightness in Chris’ jeans. She sat up, pulling her shirt and training bra up and off, letting them fall to the side before laying back and working her jeans off. One day she was going to stop wearing skinny jeans or at least wear ones with easier to reach tail clasps. With a little sigh she got the button undone and started wiggling out of her jeans and panties, adding to the growing pile. “It’s... it’s a little different being naked in front of you. Now that it’s okay and all,” she said with a bashful smile, her shaft standing proudly out of her sheath. “Umm, is there anything that you want me to do? You know, to get started?”

“Is there... Oh! Do you like licking?” the little stoat asked, squirming slightly. “I really like licking people, but… I don’t want you to squirt in my mouth this time. If you don’t want to lick me, that’s okay. I’ve got some coconut oil I can use.”

“I- I do. I want to taste you,” Chris said as she crawled up to Elizabeth. “Lay back,” she ordered, softly nudging her, before pressing her lips against the stoat’s mouth and letting her tongue slip in. She carefully explored the strange new territory, taking in all of the strange new flavors, even shivering a little as her tongue slid over the younger girl’s sharp fangs. She was a little surprised that Elizabeth knew how to kiss so well; the stoat’s tongue danced with her’s and even slipped into her own muzzle.

The kiss felt like it lasted ages, felt like sparks tickling her tongue, sending shivers through her body. Eventually Chris broke the kiss, and started kissing a slow trail down the stoat’s body, hitting and teasing a nipple or two on her way to the treasure that she was after. Elizabeth rolled onto her back, lying against the pillow behind her.

Soon the trail of kisses came to an end right above the younger girl’s slit. The yapok’s long, slender tongue lashed out, going to work. First teasing and playing with the little nub at the top, before starting to lick from base to end, even getting brave enough to dip into her honey pot. Elizabeth gasped in pleasure, breathing heavily as the yapok’s tongue teased the inside of her flower.

Chris’ purring grew louder as she kept licking at the stoat’s flower. The taste was something new to her: creamy, sweet with just a little nip of saltiness to it. She wasn’t sure but she would have sworn that she could taste peaches. Getting bold in what she was doing, she pressed her tongue into her depths, letting her tongue wiggle around, seeking out the smallest, rough spot that she knew would make her moan and wiggle. Paws slowly came up and slid along Elizabeth’s belly, stopping when they found a pair of nipples to play with as she worked with her tongue.

Elizabeth was fighting back gasps, breathing deeply as Chris finally pulled her tongue out of her flower. “That- that was… Wow. You’re good with that tongue...”

“Really?” she asked, blushing. “Th- thank you. So, um… ready for more? Or…”

“Yeah! Er… I mean… Yes, please. I want to know what you feel like in me…” she said, squirming slightly as she looked down at the yapok. The yapok she was starting to have real feelings for; not just that feeling of warmth in her tummy, but one in her chest as well. 

“Just... Lay like that,” Chris instructed, sliding up to the smaller stoat. “Let me know if I’m going too fast or something,” she said, shivering a little at the gentle warmth radiating from the girl’s nethers caressing the sensitive skin of Chris’s shaft. “Ready?” she asked, rubbing the tips of her bifurcated member along Elizabeth’s petals.

Elizabeth nodded quickly, looking down between them at the yapok’s strange looking member. For a moment she was sort of frightened; it looked so spiky, even though she knew what it felt like in her hand: firm, but squishy at the same time. She took a deep breath and relaxed as Chris nudged the petals of her flower apart, pressing into her. 

Chris let out a soft moan as she started sliding into the stoat’s depths, feeling the warmth surrounding her member. “Oh God. Elizabeth...” she panted as more and more of her male-hood sank into the stoat. “Is everything still okay? Nothing hurting?” she whispered as she hilted herself in her lover and held herself there. “Just tell me when you're ready.”

Elizabeth reached up and wrapped her hands around Chris’s head, pulling her down and pressing her lips against the older girl’s muzzle for just a moment, then pushed her away again. “It’s wonderful. You’re not too big for me,” the stoat whispered reassuringly. “Go for it,” she said, concentrating on the feeling of the oddly shaped shaft; she could feel both tips stroking against her insides. 

“Okay,” Chris said with a smile, taking her time as she pulled out, purring and watching the look on the stoat’s face. She pulled back all the way to the tip before pushing right back in. The first few times, she kept her pace slow to enjoy it before gradually speeding up. The yapok was soon panting and moaning as she began making love to the stoat in earnest. “Oh God. This feels so good,” she said as she panted and leaned forward, holding Elizabeth tight.

“Yeah, it does,” the little stoat agreed, concentrating on the feelings coming from her flower. “Can- Can you go... a little slower?” she asked between gasps after Chris sped up. “Father and I... really like... going slowly. It’s more... intense... in the end.”

“I can,” Chris said softly, still holding onto the smaller stoat, her hips slowing to a smoother, more rhythmic thrust. “Elizabeth, Than... thank you,” she said between pants, then pressed her lips to the stoat’s again, her tongue again slipping in and starting the passionate dance as the two made love, all the while Chris’ paws slowly took in the feel of her lover’s body, slowly roving over every little rise and fall, every muscle and bit of fluff.

Elizabeth wound her tongue around Chris’s as the yapok continued to thrust into her over and over. It was a new experience; something she’d never done before. Mother and father never used their tongues like that and she hadn’t thought to do so with Alex, given the feline’s velcro-rough tongue. She could already feel her insides tingling, especially with the stimulation of Chris’s two spiky tips sliding against the inner walls of her flower. If Chris could last long enough, she knew that this orgasm was going to be really, really strong.

During the time that Chris and Elizabeth’s lips were locked, the yapok’s paw had been sneaking its way lower and lower, winding its way between the stoat’s legs. Once it reached its destination, her fingertip began rubbing slow circles around the stoat’s love button. Breaking the kiss, Chris leaned over, kissing softly at Elizabeth’s neck and shoulder and lightly nipping at her fur, gently nibbling the skin underneath with her front teeth.

Elizabeth gasped as Chris began to rub her button, and again more loudly as Chris nibbled at her neck, wrapping her own paws behind the yapok and running her paws through the bristly fur on her back. “Chris? Chris, I… I think… I’m getting close,” she said between pants, pressing her muzzle against the fur between Chris’s shoulder and neck. “Tell me.. when you.. squirt. Okay? I wanna... feel it... inside me.”

“I- I will,” the yapok said with a moan. “I’m getting close now,” she whispered as she kept up the pace. She caught herself wanting to go a little faster, and she slowed back down, her fingertip still playing with her lover’s button. “Oh God. This-” she moaned, pulling herself against the stoat. “I’m about...to cum,” she whined. Her thrusts shortened a little as she tried to keep from climaxing, not wanting this to end just yet. She only lasted a few more thrusts before realizing she couldn’t keep her orgasm at bay. “I’m cumming,” she moaned, trying to continue thrusting as the tips of her male-hood started to spurt her watery seed into her lover. “This feels... so good,” she said, panting.

Elizabeth bit back a moan of her own as she felt Chris’s boy-juice pulse against her insides, hitting two places at once instead of just one. The sensation was just enough to tip her over the edge of her own climax, her insides squeezing tight around the yapok’s member. Without even realizing it, she opened her mouth and began keening as her own orgasm washed over her, leaving her entire body twitching like she’d been hooked up to a live wire. After a moment, she clamped down on Chris’s shoulder with a pair of very sharp bicuspids, completely unaware she was doing so.

Chris let out a squeak as she felt the fangs sinking into her shoulder. She held her lover tight even as Elizabeth’s jaws stayed clamped onto her. Slowly as she started coming down from her orgasm, her tips twitching one or two more times before it was completely spent, Chris’ load filling the little stoat. “El….Elizabeth,” she whined as she panted softly.

Once the little stoat realized what she’d done, she immediately pulled her mouth off the yapok’s shoulder. “Oh no! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bite you! I’ve never bitten anyone else before,” she said, horrified. Then she squeaked when she looked at her friend’s fur. “Oh no, you’re bleeding! I’m sorry,” she cried, panicking.

“It wasn’t that bad,” Chris said, trying to reassure the smaller stoat. She reached up, gingerly poking at the spot where she’d been bitten, feeling a little trickle of blood. “It might need a bandage, that’s all,” She said, reaching out with her other paw and stroking her lover’s face. “Don’t worry about it, okay?” she said, smiling. “This will be a little memento of our first time,” she added before leaning in and kissing her lover on the lips.

Elizabeth returned the kiss somewhat hesitantly, then pulled back. “We need to get you some bandaids,” she said hurriedly. “Quick, I’ve got some in the bathroom.”

“It’s not that bad. I mean, I won’t bleed to death before putting my pants on,” Chris said, pulling out of her lover’s embrace, shivering as the cold air chilled her damp member.

“But you’re bleeding!” Elizabeth protested, squirming to one side and rolling off the bed, semen dripping down her legs. She grabbed the yapok’s paw and pulled her off the bed, hurrying over to the door and yanking it open, then darting down the hallway with Chris in tow.

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Charlotte finished grinding the coriander, salt, fennel, and pepper in the stone mortar, then dusted the spices over the tuna steaks she’d cut earlier. The teenaged doberman finished prepping the steaks by pouring a few tablespoons of olive oil over them, then checked the temperature of the cast iron skillets to make sure they were hot enough, sprinkling a tiny bit of olive oil on the skillets. They were just hot enough that the olive oil started smoking. Perfect. 

The doberman quickly picked the steaks up and set them into the skillets, one by one. “These are about an inch thick, so to keep them rare I’ll only cook these for about a minute and a half on each side. Then I flip them,” she said to Alyssa, her tail wagging, waiting the prescribed amount of time before doing exactly that. “And once we’re done, plate them, sprinkle them with some lemon juice, and we’ll be ready to eat.”

“I do have to say, you have this down to an art,” Alyssa said, smiling and watching the doberman working her magic. The yapok’s nose twitched, and she added “and it smells so good. I’m going to have to borrow the recipe from you.” 

“Oh, I got this off the Food Network. Jamie Oliver’s food tube channel,” Charlotte said, moving the steaks onto the plates they had laid out on the counter, along with the grilled vegetables and white rice. That done, she leaned over and hit the intercom button. “Terrence, Julia, dinner is ready,” she said, waiting a moment for their reply. Then she hit the intercom again, for Elizabeth’s room, saying “Elizabeth, Chris, dinner is ready.” Both Charlotte and Alyssa waited for a few moments, but no response came. “Huh...” she muttered, hitting the button again. “Elizabeth? Chris?”

“I’m willing to bet that they passed out,” Alyssa said, getting up off the stool next to the kitchen island. “I’ll go check on them,” she said, turning and heading towards the foyer.

“Thanks,” Charlotte said. “I’ll get this on the table while you do that. Elizabeth’s room is on the third floor.”

Stepping out of the lift when it arrived on the third floor, the older yapok started down the hall to Elizabeth’s room, stepping up to the door, lightly tapping on it. “Chris? Elizabeth? Are you two okay in there? Sleeping? Or still getting it on?” After standing there for a moment or two, giving them time to answer, she covered her eyes with a webbed paw and slowly opened the door, poking her head into the room. “Dinner,” she said.

When she got no response, Alyssa lowered her paw. The two cubs were naked as the day they’d been born, snuggled up atop the covers amidst a pile of discarded clothing. She shifted a little as she looked at the two children; she had seen her daughter naked plenty of times, but this was the first time that she had seen Elizabeth in the fur. She was a little surprised by how white Elizabeth’s fur was, save for a faint mask around her eyes and the black tip of her tail. Her eyes wandered down the girl’s fluffy white chest and down to her cunny, the only bit of skin visible through her fur save for her little black nose. She smirked at the trail of her daughter's cum that was leaking out.

Then she raised her eyes towards her daughter’s face and snickered at the sight of a pair of brightly colored band-aids on Chris’ shoulder.  “Hey you two. I hate to wake you, but dinner is ready,” the yapok said loudly as she walked over to the bed. “It looks like you two had fun,” she quietly added with a smile. 

Elizabeth’s eyes slowly opened at the sound of Alyssa’s voice so close, her ears twitching for a moment. Then she yawned, showing a muzzle full of surprisingly sharp teeth. 

It took Chris a moment or two to figure out what was happening as her eyes slowly fluttered open. Realizing she’d been hearing her mother’s voice, she blushed. “Mooom,” she protested in embarrassment.

“Dinner is ready,” Alyssa repeated. “But it looks like someone’s already taken a bite out of you,” she added with a smirk.

Elizabeth, already in the process of sitting up, covered her face with one paw, her face burning with embarrassment. “I- I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to, honest!”

“Knowing her, she probably liked it,” Alyssa said, chuckling at the sight of her daughter who was now blushing just as much as Elizabeth. “Anyway, you two get dressed and come on down,” she said before turning to leave, pulling the door shut behind her as she left.

“Mooom,” Chris grumbled with a huff. “But... Noodle, don’t worry about the bite thing,” she said leaning over and kissing the stoat, her whiskers tickling her cheek. “Shall we get dinner?”

“Yes,” the little stoat said after returning the kiss. Then she hopped off the bed and picked up her panties off the floor, quickly pulling them on.

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“You know I can see why you have such a thing for that little stoat,” Alyssa said a few hours later, as she stepped into her apartment behind her daughter. As the door shut behind them, she let out a squeak as she felt her daughter wrapping her arms around her, her tail wrapping around her daughter. “Oh, hello.” 

“What? I just wanted to hug you... and say that I love you,” Chris said, holding onto her mom for a moment before pulling back.

“And just what do you want? I told you that I wasn’t getting you another toy. You have too many already, you little size queen,” Alyssa said, turning to face her daughter with a smirk.

“What? Can’t I just tell you how much I love you and not want something?” Chris protested with a smile before wrapping her arms around her mother once again.

“I love you too, sweetie,” Alyssa said, wrapping her arms around her daughter, holding her tightly. “You’re the best daughter a mother could have,” she said, pulling back and bending to kiss the younger yapok on the nose, their whiskers touching and tickling each other.

“And you are the best mom a daughter could have,” Chris said, blushing at the kiss. “I couldn’t ask for anything more right now,” she said happily. “The best mom and an amazing girlfriend.”

“That’s putting it mildly,” Alyssa muttered, pushing her daughter back at arm's length. “Anyway, you have school tomorrow. So whatcha feel like doing before bed time? Movie? Sofa flop?” She paused, grinning as she kicked her shoes off. “Or does my little girl need some sleep after her play time with her little girlfriend? I know she took you for a spin. I can smell it from here.” Alyssa wiggled her nose and whiskers to emphasize her point.

“Mooom,” Chris protested with a huff, poking her tongue out, then looking down with embarrassment. “You have no idea,” she admitted, a blush tinting her ears.

“Well, I’m surprised that your tongue isn’t sore,” Alyssa said, using a paw to gently lift the girl’s chin before she leaned in, pressing her lips against her daughter’s. Her tongue wiggled its way in like an invited guest for a moment before the older yapok pulled back and licked her lips. “Mmm. You know, I think I can taste her. Or maybe that’s just the fish we had for dinner.”

“Fuck, mom,” Chris said, shivering a little. “Th-that was hot,” she said, huffing. 

“I think someone is a little more kinky than she lets on,” the older yapok said, nudging her daughter to sit down on the sofa behind her. “Let me guess,” she said, climbing into her daughter’s lap, slowly wiggling her hips a bit. “Does someone like the idea of her girlfriend being naughty like us?” she asked leaned in, licking at her daughter’s neck. “Or knowing that she can taste me on you? Could you taste her parents on her... smell them on her?” she teased, carefully nipping at her neck and shoulder, watching her blush and wiggle, purring softly at the feeling of the younger yapok’s member growing hard in her jeans.

“God, mom. You can stop anytime,” she said with a huff as she started pulling the older yapok’s shirt up and off. “I’m hard as a rock. If it gets any harder I’ll rip my pants.” She smiled as her mother reached back to unbutton her bra, tossing it to the floor with the shirt.

“You know you love it,” Alyssa said, smiling and pulling her daughter close, softly nipping at her ears.

“I do like it. It’s just that I just don’t want to rip my good pants... or panties,” she said, purring softly, flickering her ear at the nips.

“Well, I could use that as a reason to get you something a little nicer. I mean, you have a girlfriend now,” she said, slipping off of her daughter’s lap and kneeling in front of her, then started working off the younger yapok’s jeans. “You need to get some nice undies. Maybe even a dress. Just think how much easier that would make things for you,” she teased as she pulled the now unbuttoned pants and panties down her daughter’s legs, revealing Chris’ throbbing member.

“You cheat,” Chris said, panting and blushing. “You know, I think you would shit a brick if I ever wore a dress. Or peel it off of me,” The last of what she was saying turned into a moan as she felt her mother’s paw wrapping around her male-hood, her tail tip thumping against the floor.

“Oh no,” Chris’s mother said, leaning in a little. “If you did wear a dress, I think that I would just slip right under it,” Alyssa said with a snicker, leaning in a little more, her nose close enough for Chris to feel her mother’s breath on her shaft. “Mmm, I can smell her,” she teased, her long tongue lashing out and sliding from the base of her daughter’s shaft up to the tip, causing the yapok to moan loudly, holding onto the sofa for dear life. “Mmm, I can taste her too,” she added as she bent down, taking the twin tips of her daughter’s penis into her muzzle before bobbing up and down the shaft.

“God, mom,” Chris gasped, her dulled claws threatening to poke holes in the fabric of the sofa. It took all the self control that she had to keep from bucking her hips or holding onto her mother’s head. “You ch- cheat,” she panted, blushing as her mother pulled back, licking her lips.

“You know you love it,” Alyssa said, getting up, working at the button on her jeans before peeling them off her hips and letting them fall to the floor. “I think we should move to the bedroom. I don’t want you killing the sofa there,” she said, snickering a little as Chris got up. “Poor thing doesn’t need any more holes in it.”

“It’s all your fault, you tease,” Chris countered, following her mother into the bedroom.

“Again: you love it,” Alyssa said, bending over while looking for something in the closet. The older woman let out a squeak as she felt a soft smack on her butt. “I think that it’s time to break out an oldie,” the older yapok said, straightening up and turning to face her daughter with a double ended dildo in her paw.

“Wow. That one is an oldie, but a goodie,” Chris said as she climbed onto the bed, letting out a squeak of her own as she felt her mother’s paw grope her butt.

After tossing the toy to her daughter, Alyssa dug through the bedside table, finding the small bottle of lube that she kept there before climbing onto the bed. The two marsupials were soon both purring as Chris held the toy, slowly lubing up one end before pressing it against her mother’s flower. 

The older yapok let out a moan as she felt the tip of the firm toy parting her lips and slowly slipping in. Chris was taking her chance to get a little payback for all of the teasing that she had gotten throughout the day. She purred, smiling as she slid more and more of the faux phallus into her mother’s willing depths before pulling it out and repeating the process until she had about half of the toy in her mother.

“Fuck,” Alyssa gasped softly, as she lay there, the toy buried in her cooch, watching her daughter sliding up to her, slicking up the other end of the toy. “You talk about me being a cheat and a tease.” 

“Well, I did have to learn it from someone,” Chris replied, letting out a soft moan as she felt the toy slipping into her own feminine parts, wiggling as she took more and more of it into her vagina. All of the wiggling that the smaller yapok was doing was moving the toy around within her mother, causing her to moan and wiggle just as much.

The room filled with gasps and moans as the two soon hilted the toy into one another. The rolling of hips started then, moving and tugging the toy one way, pushing it deeper another way. That was what made the toy so much fun; figuring out what kind of places the toy could tease and poke if they moved one way or another, and what kind of sounds they could get out of each other as they did so. The two yapoks had been playing with this toy long enough to find the motions that they knew would get the cutest sounds out of each other. Without conscious effort, their tails wrapped around each other.

Soon things came to a peak with moans, gasps, pants, and whimpers as the two kept working on pushing each other over the edge. Given all that had happened earlier in the day, when her mother’s skilled paw wrapped around her shaft, Chris was the first to go. 

The younger yapok froze up, claws digging into the blanket. Her cock twitched as she started cumming, vaginal walls milking the toy that was deep inside her as she sprayed her load, getting small streaks of semen all over the two yapoks and the bed under them. It was a wonder that more of the blankets in the house didn’t have holes in them. 

Alyssa reached her own climax a moment later, letting out a moan as she came, teasing the last of her daughter’s seed out before holding onto the blanket. The two marsupials laid there in blissful exhaustion, panting and gasping, their grips on the poor blanket under them weakening before finally being let go of. “Well. I think that we need a shower. And a new blanket,” Alyssa said, moaning softly as she started to slide away from her daughter, the toy slipping out of both of them.

“Yeah. It’s been a long day,” Chris agreed, pulling the last of the toy out from between her legs before letting it lay on the bed as she got up.

“Come on sweetie,” Alyssa said, taking her daughter’s paw and walking to the shower, the comforter forgotten for the time being as the hot embrace of the shower called out to them.

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Sunday, November 22nd, 2015

“Terrence?” Julia asked, standing in the doorway to the kitchen.

“Yes, dear?” Terrence replied, glancing up from the book he was reading. He glanced down at his daughter, who was laying with her head in his lap and sprawled across the rest of the sofa and intently focused on whatever video game she was playing on her Nintendo.

“I was just thinking... Thanksgiving is coming up. Neither of Charlotte’s parents celebrate Thanksgiving, so she’s going to be staying here and neither of us has any living relatives, not since... well...” Julia went silent for a moment before continuing. “I was thinking, maybe we should invite Chris and Alyssa over? If they don’t have any plans, that is. I’m sure Charlotte would love to try out a few Thanksgiving recipes, and I certainly don’t mind helping.”

Elizabeth’s ears perked up and swiveled around upon hearing Chris’s name and glanced over at her mother.

The business-ferret nodded in agreement. “Sure, that’s a good idea. Go ahead and give them a call.”

Julia stepped back into the kitchen and picked up the receiver from the antique victorian-style telephone. She quickly flipped open the notepad next to the phone to make sure she remembered the number correctly and dialed it in, waiting for Alyssa to answer.

Chris leaned over from the sofa, picking up the wireless phone receiver on the end table next to her. “¿Hola?” she asked.

“Chris? This is Julia. Is your mother home?” the stoat asked.

“Si,” she answered, looking over at her mother. The older yapok was sitting in the kitchen talking on her cell phone. “She’s on the phone, talking with someone about beans.”

“Oh, no problem. Would you have her call me back, please?” Julia asked.

“Sure,” Chris said.

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A few minutes later, the phone rang. Julia set down her cup of espresso and picked up the receiver once again. “Hello?”

“Chris told me you called,” Alyssa said. “What were you calling about?”

“I was just wondering if you had any plans for Thanksgiving,” Julia said.

“We don’t have any plans or anything. Why?”

“Well, if you don’t have any plans, we’d like to invite you over for Thanksgiving dinner on Thursday,” Julia offered. “We usually start dinner at six o’clock, but you can come over earlier if you’d like.”

“I’d love to. It might be difficult, but I’m sure I can convince Chris to come along also,” the older yapok said, blinking innocently at her daughter who was peering curiously from where she sat on the couch.

“Excellent. We’ll be having turkey, stuffing, devilled eggs, cranberry relish, green bean casserole, and potatoes au gratin, with pumpkin pie for dessert,” Julia said. “You don’t need to bring anything over, unless you want to.”

“I could bring some drinks. And uhh... pecan pie?” Alyssa suggested, vaguely remembering having seen pecan pie served for Thanksgiving in one of the soap operas she watched.

“Sure,” Julia said with a smile. “We’ll see you on Thursday, then.”

“I’m looking forward to it. We’ll see you then,” Alyssa said, smirking at her daughter as she hung up the phone.

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Thursday, November 26th, 2015

Alyssa pulled her Jeep to a stop at the Stouffer’s security keypad, rolling her window down to press the intercom button. “Hey, it’s us.”

A moment later Charlotte’s voice came through the speaker. “Hello, Ms. Paige. I’ll let Julia know you’re here,” the teenaged doberman said as the black wrought iron gate in front of the driveway began sliding open.

“So, is dinner first or are we going to sit around and talk?” Chris asked as her mom started pulling into the driveway and over to the spot that she normally parked in.

“I swear, you only think with your belly. Or something even lower,” Alyssa said as she put the car in park and unlocked the doors.

“I do not! ...Most of the time,” Chris said as she and Alyssa got out of the car and started walking up the few steps to the front door. The older yapok was carrying a bottle of red wine and a case of Mexican Coca-Cola, while her daughter was carrying a home-made pecan pie the two of them had made the night before.

“Right,” Alyssa said, knocking on the door.

A moment later, the door opened. Julia stood just inside, wearing a burgundy satin skirt and vest. “Come in, come in,” the stoat said, stepping to one side. “Terrence and Elizabeth should be down in a moment. Charlotte’s in the kitchen, as usual. Make yourselves at home.”

“That skirt looks good on you Julia,” Alyssa said, looking over the stoat as they walked into the living room. Alyssa was wearing dress pants and a blouse. Her daughter was decidedly less formally dressed in jeans with only a few holes in them and one of her many band t-shirts.

“Thank you,” Julia said with a smile, closing the front door behind them.

The two yapoks stopped in the kitchen to drop off their contributions to the Thanksgiving dinner, taking up even more of the sorely depleted counter space. Charlotte greeted the two of them with a smile and a wagging tail, then pulled open the oven, taking out a large casserole dish with a pair of oven mitts.

“Man, it smells so good in here,” Chris said, setting stuff down on one of the free spots on the counter. “I’m gonna get so fat,” she added, her whiskers twitching as she sniffed around the kitchen.  “Also... Hey Charlotte.”

“Hello Charlotte,” Alyssa echoed as she set down the pie that she was carrying. “Everything smells so good. You’re a wizard in the kitchen.”

“Thanks,” the teenaged doberman said, her tail wagging lazily behind her and making her skirt wave around her thighs. “We’ve got another five to ten minutes before dinner. I’ll call you all when it’s ready,” she added, using a foot-paw to kick the oven door closed before carrying it into the dining room.

“Mom, you need to wear skirts like Charlotte and Julia,” Chris said as they walked back into the living room, her tail tip twitching as she flopped on the comfortable sofa. 

“I’ll wear one when you do too,” the older yapok teased, knowing that she had a better chance winning a new car than her daughter wearing a skirt or a dress.

“Umm. I’ll have to think about that,” Chris said, a blush appearing on her ears as her mind wandered a little.

“If you’re interested, I’d be happy to make you two some dresses or skirts. I’d need your measurements first though,” Julia said as the sound of footfalls came from the foyer stairwell.

“You know what, Julia. We’re going to take you up on that offer,” Alyssa said, smiling as she looked over at her daughter. “And chica, before you say anything; you have a girlfriend. You have to dress up and look good for her.”

The younger yapok opened her muzzle to say something but closed it, her ears swiveling as she heard the sound of someone approaching. “Deal.”

A moment later Elizabeth appeared in the doorway, dressed in a white silk dress with an emerald ribbon bow at her throat and a larger one at her waist. She stopped for a moment, twirling to show off her new dress. Her father appeared behind her wearing his usual polo shirt and slacks. “Don’t just stand there,” he said, pushing her into the living room. Elizabeth huffed at her father and skipped across the room, flouncing onto the sofa next to Chris. “Heya, Chris,” the little stoat said.

Chris’ smile grew as she saw her girlfriend sitting down with her, getting a good look at her and her pretty dress. The only thing that crossed her mind was how much she wanted to unwrap her. “Y- You look really pretty,” the yapok stuttered, blushing. Alyssa was smiling from ear to ear at the sight, purring softly.

“Thank you,” the little stoat said, practically preening under the attention. “Mother just finished this one yesterday. We’ve got a photo shoot after school on Monday.”

“Which is why I told you you’re going to have to go take it off before we start eating,” Julia stated. “Which is in five minutes. Now go get changed,” the older stoat ordered.

Elizabeth sighed dejectedly and slid back off the couch, walking back towards the foyer.

Chris shifted a little in her seat, pulling a pillow into her lap. “I don’t think that I would look as good as Elizabeth in a dress, but I would try wearing one,” she sighed, “¿Por qué estoy rodeada de gente hermosa?”

“You’d look great in a dress,” Julia said. “Actually, I think I have a bolt of gray cashmere that matches your and Alyssa’s fur. Come on, I can get your measurements before dinner’s ready,” the stoat said, motioning at the two yapoks and walking out into the foyer, headed towards her office. “Step into my parlor...”

“Said the araña to the fly,” Chris said as she and her mother got up and followed the older stoat.

Julia flashed a smile at Chris, glad that someone had gotten her little joke, then led the way through the foyer and library to her office. The younger yapok followed a few steps behind, trying vainly to hide the lump in her jeans.

“You’ve got it bad for that little chica,” Alyssa teased, snickering at her daughter’s awkward gait.

“Shush.”

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Upon hearing Charlotte’s announcement that dinner was ready over the intercom in her office, Julia set down the measuring tape that she’d had wrapped around Chris’s waist. “Perfect timing,” she said, picking up the pencil on her desk and filling in the last of the measurements on her chart. “Now, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” she asked the younger yapok brightly.

“No, it wasn’t too bad being pouch-out in front of my girlfriend’s mom,” Chris said sarcastically as she picked up her shirt and slipped it back on. “Come on, I’m starved,” she said, motioning for the group to follow her as she pushed the doors open and stepped out of Julia’s office.

Elizabeth followed close behind, now dressed in a white night-gown. Julia had sighed and when the younger stoat had stepped into the office a few minutes ago, but hadn’t said anything about it. After all, it was six in the evening and close enough to bed time. Terrence, walking downstairs, joined the four of them as they walked through the foyer and into the dining room through the doorway under the stairwell.

The center of the dining room table was occupied by several casserole dishes and matching smaller serving dishes on silver trivets. The center-most dish was occupied by a roast feral turkey, baked to crispy golden perfection. Empty plates and silverware circled the table, waiting to be filled. 

Charlotte stepped into the dining room a moment after they did, carrying an electric carving knife. “So... I’ve never actually carved a turkey,” she apologized as she walked up to the table.

“Do you want me to?” Terrence offered. “I’ve carved up a few turkeys before. And not just in the boardroom,” he joked, then apologized. “Sorry, that was racist.”

“Please,” Charlotte said, flipping the knife around and handing it to him, hilt first. “I’ll... just watch so I know what to do next time,” she said. The real reason she’d let him do it was that she was squeamish about cutting up anything that had obviously been an animal. She had no problem with it as long as it didn’t still look animal shaped.

“Before we eat, I’d like to spend a moment to give silent thanks for everything that we have this day: Good food, friends, and family,” he said, reaching his hand out and taking his wife’s paw in his and bowing his head. Charlotte and Elizabeth did the same. Julia flashed the two yapoks a smile before she also bowed her head.

Alyssa smiled as she looked down at her daughter, seeing that she had reached over and taken her girlfriend’s paw in her own. The older yapok put her hand on her daughter’s shoulder as they bowed their heads, saying a few thanks in her head for all the good things that had happened and all of the positive changes that she had seen in her daughter since she and Elizabeth started dating.

After perhaps thirty seconds, Terrence raised his head and cleared his throat, then held up the carving knife and leaned over the table. “Go ahead and have a seat and start serving yourselves. We’re not exactly sticklers for formality... at least not here at home,” the ferret said, picking up the carving fork that was sitting on the table and quickly stabbing the roast turkey before going to work with the electric knife.

Everyone took their seats, Alyssa sat next to Chris who was sitting next to Elizbeth, the two cubs whispering about something. Julia sat across the table from Alyssa with a spot next to her for her husband. Charlotte was watching Terrence use the knife, looking on with astonishment. That drew Alyssa’s attention to it. Terrence was skilled with a knife, that was for sure. The yapok was sure that he would be able to rival some of the surgeons that she had been in the operating room with.

In short order, Terrence had managed to carve each of them several slices of turkey breast and was using the fork and knife to distribute it to their respective plates. Then he went to work carving up the rest of the meat and setting it aside for anyone who wanted it. Meanwhile, Julia had started digging into the stuffing and casserole, dishing generous portions out onto her husbands, her own, and her daughter’s plates. “Alyssa, why don’t you start with the potatoes au gratin?” she suggested, meeting the older yapok’s eyes.

“I would love some,” Alyssa said, lifting her plate up to the stoat to add some of the tasty looking potatoes au gratin. Alyssia was amazed at how well it turned out. The potatoes were covered in a perfectly browned layer of crispy cheese and sprinkled with fresh chopped parsley. “Charlotte, I think that I might have to hire you to cook for Chris and I, as good as this food looks.”

“If we did that, I’m pretty sure that we would have to get our measurements taken all over again,” Chris said, holding up her plate too.

“Indeed. Thank you, Charlotte. I can’t imagine how much effort it was to cook all of this, even with Julia’s help,” Terrence said.

A round of ‘thank you’s made it around the table, all directed at the now blushing doberman.

“You’re welcome,” Charlotte said with a smile, her tail wagging behind her. As tempting as it was to say it, she didn’t want to reveal just how easy it had been. Most of the recipes were super simple, and adding a few dashes of her favorite spices to doctor them up had turned them from boring to amazing. Ignoring the gravy boat, she reached over to get a heaping spoonful of cranberry relish, putting it over the turkey slices on her plate.

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Elizabeth stepped into her room, followed by Chris. “I can’t believe I spilled. I was being so careful too,” the little stoat hybrid whined, tugging at the front of her nightgown so she could see the broad streak of dark red where the cranberry relish had slid down her front before falling into her lap. With a sigh, she peeled her nightgown off and dropped it into the hamper next to her door before walking towards her closet.

Rounding the corner and stepping into Elizabeth’s room, Chris had started to say something but forgot what she was going to say when she got a look at her girlfriend’s naked butt. The water opossum smiled as she crept into the room and over to the closet, a paw reaching out to rub the stoat’s cute butt. “Getting dressed already?” she teased.

The little stoat stopped, her tail twitching slightly at Chris’s unexpected touch, then peered into the open closet. “Apparently not,” she said with a frown, looking up at the empty hangers hanging on the left side. Somehow she’d managed to dirty all three of her nightgowns in the past three days. That was probably why Mother had told her to change before having dinner. She’d been quite the klutz over the past few days.

“I have a spare shirt that you can wear, I’m sure it will be big enough to be like a dress on you.” Chris said, her other paw reaching up and rubbing both of the little stoat’s butt cheeks, the yapok’s paws slowly making their way around the stoat’s hips. “That is, if you want to wear anything at all,” she teased.

“That’ll work... if we go back downstairs, that is,” the little stoat said, then leaned back against Chris with a sigh as she felt the other girl’s chest against her back. Her flower tingled slightly in anticipation as the yapok’s paws ran through the fur of her hips towards her front.

Chris was purring softly as her paws ran through her girlfriend’s soft white fur, both paws reaching her tummy, one going up and the other going down. “You’re just the cutest sometimes,” the yapok whispered as one paw reached Elizabeth’s chest, finding one of the several nipples hidden in her fluff. The other paw found a more intimate prize, her fingertips brushing against the bare skin between Elizabeth’s legs.

Elizabeth breathed deeply as she felt the yapok’s fingertips brush across the sensitive button at the top, rubbing gently before they continued further down towards her flower. She could already feel herself growing damp and Chris’s fingertips slid effortlessly over her bare skin. Elizabeth moved her feet apart a bit, letting the other girl’s hand between her legs. The cool air of the room chilled her sensitive flesh as the yapok gently spread Elizabeth’s folds apart, running a finger through them. “Mmm, we should probably go over to the bed if we’re going to play,” Elizabeth murmured.

“We could go to the bed, or stay right here,” Chris teased as she slipped two fingers into the stoat’s flower, curling them as she started pumping them in and out at a slow, almost measured pace. “You don’t have to be in bed to make love,” the yapok whispered as she rested her head on the top of her girlfriends, her other paw starting to rub and tease the nipple that she had found.

Elizabeth moaned as Chris began to rub the inside of her flower with the pads on her fingertips, somehow managing to hit the sensitive spot her mother had said was called a ‘G-spot’. “Oh God. Right there. Don’t stop,” she said, reaching down with one hand to rub her button.

“I didn’t plan on it.” Chris said smiling, licking her lips as she kept working her fingers in and out of her girlfriend’s tunnel. She started pumping her fingers faster before slowing down and then speeding up, repeating that as she leaned in and nipped at the stoat’s ear.

A minute passed in relative quiet, the only noise being the wet sounds coming from between Elizabeth’s legs. Finally the little stoat spoke up. “You’re really... really good at this,” she said, still rubbing her button in time with the motion of the fingers inside her flower.

Chirs could feel the muscles in her arms and back starting to burn a little thanks to the awkward position that she was in. She was hunched over so that she could reach her shorter, almost tiny girlfriend’s flower. She pulled her fingers from Elizabeth’s hole as she stood up, her back popping a little. 

“Mmm, I think it’s better to go over to the bed. You’re a little short to be doing this,” Chris teased as she licked her fingers clean, a clear tent in her jeans.

Elizabeth turned around, tilting her head up and standing on her toes to give Chris a kiss, then stepped back, glancing down and seeing the lump in the yapok’s pants. She stepped forward, gently brushing a paw against it. “The bed would be good. But we should probably do something about this first,” she said, squeezing it gently.

“Oh, I’m sure that we will figure something out,” Chris said, shivering a little at the light touch of the stoat. As she watched Elizabeth moving to the bed, she took the time to get out of her shirt and pants, tossing them into a pile at the foot of the bed. She snickered a little as she started taking her panties off, doing her best to put on a little show for Elizabeth.

The little stoat hopped up on the bed while Chris removed her shirt and pants, turning around to watch the yapok strip, giggling. “You’re silly,” she murmured. “I’m glad I’m not a boy. That looks really awkward to deal with, especially with pants. Maybe it would be better if boys wore skirts and girls wore pants instead,” she mused, pointing at the now naked yapok’s erection.

“That, or everyone could just go naked,” Chris said, her mind briefly wandering on that thought. “Who knows? When I try on that skirt that your mom is making me, I might switch over to wearing them,” she said, tossing her panties at the stoat as she climbed into the bed with her. “And you don’t know how much of a pain in the ass this thing can be when it’s hard and you try and roll over in bed.”

Elizabeth giggled, dropping the panties over the side of the bed. “You know, Alex wore skirts. Shi looked really good in them too,” she said, reaching out and giving Chris’s penis a gentle squeeze, running her thumb-pad over the crevice between the pointy bifurcated tips of the yapok’s strangely shaped member. “Hir favorite was a cute little pleated black skirt. At least, it was until Robert...” she mused, her voice trailing off as she remembered that horrible day.

“I don’t think that I know Robert, but they sound like an asshole,” Chris said, shivering a little as her tips leaked a little pre on the soft paw pads of her girlfriend. “I’m not going to let someone like that stop me from wearing skirts.” The yapok said, kissing the stoat on the chest, leaving a trail up to her lips.

“He’s a goat. And a bully,” Elizabeth said, after returning the kiss when Chris reached her lips. “Or he was. Maybe he’s changed. I haven’t seen much of him this year. He’s been... quiet. Spends a lot of time with Cedric. He’s another... umm... goat, I guess?” she explained, still gently squeezing Chris’s member and rubbing her thumb around the tips which had gotten surprisingly slick.

“Well, as long as they don’t bother us, I won’t have to super glue pool noodles on their horns,” Chris snickered, her hips bucking a little, causing her member to jump in Elizabeth’s hand. “Enough worrying about goats. I only want to worry about making you feel good,” she said, scooting forward, her member now resting against the stoat’s flower.

The little stoat leaned back, falling flat against the down-filled coverlet, then reached up and pulled Chris’s head down to plant a kiss on the bigger girl’s nose. “You can make me feel good anytime you want,” she said. “Well, as long as we don’t get in trouble that is,” she added, suddenly having a vision of Chris bending her over a desk in the middle of class. The thought made her nethers flush.

“Don’t worry, I’m good at not getting caught,” the water opossum said as she reached down, rubbing her tips up and down along her folds before pushing them in and letting out a soft moan. “Just think: being outside, hiding behind a tree, and doing it,” Chris teased as she pressed herself into her mate, taking her time and savoring the hot, wet feeling of the hybrid's flesh around her member.

Elizabeth giggled. “I was thinking of doing it in class,” she said, biting back a moan as the larger girl’s penis pleasantly rubbed against her insides. “We’d get in way too much trouble, though. We could probably get away with doing it in the pool, though,” she said with a naughty grin. “Maybe even with Charlotte there. She’s usually reading her anime books instead of watching me swim, you know...” the little stoat said, reaching a paw between them to stroke her button.

“You know, I’m starting to think that you like showing off. Doing it when you know someone could come around the corner and see. So naughty,” Chris teased as she hilted herself in her girlfriend, holding there for a second or two. “You know I bet that we could get away with it in the bathrooms at school,” the yapok said, biting her lip softly as she started pulling out and pushing in, getting her rhythm going.

“No way, we’d get in sooo much trouble if anyone found out. Can you imagine the look on Mrs. Hart’s face if she walked in on us?” Elizabeth giggled again. “You’re a bad influence, you know that? Wait a second. Have you ever... done anything like that before? Like, where someone might find you?” she asked, closing her eyes for a moment and savoring the sensations from between her legs.

“Well, there was this one time... I was in class and, well, it just got hard. I couldn’t think of anything to make it go down and I couldn’t exactly take a cold shower.” Chris paused for a moment, a blush tinting her ears. “So, I asked to go to the bathroom and, well, I took care of it there,” she muttered, as she leaned in and held Elizabeth tight as she started thrusting faster.

With Chris laying on her, Elizabeth stopped rubbing at her button; she was close enough as it was. Instead, she wrapped her arms around Chris’s back, running her dulled claws and fingertips through the coarser gray fur of the yapok’s back. “I just had a random thought... Do you pee from your boy parts or your girl parts?” she asked, curiously, opening her eyes again.

“Through the boy parts; yet another reason that morning wood sucks so much,” Chris said, resting her head next to Elizabeth’s, her breath tickling the fur on her neck. It was clear that the yapok was getting close too.

“Father gets morning wood too. I help him with that most mornings. Sometimes even before he wakes up,” the little stoat said with a smirk. “Would you like me to help you with that too?”

“I mean, I wouldn’t complain,” Chris huffed out between moans, her thrusts stronger and more erratic as her cock twitched. “I’m cumming,” she moaned, pushing her penis as deep as she could, holding the stoat close and tight as she started pumping her watery seed into her mate, her tail twitching with each pump.

Elizabeth’s climax hit a moment later. “Oh God,” she cried out as her legs began to twitch. It was at that very moment that Charlotte stepped into the room to get Elizabeth’s laundry, assuming the open door had been an invitation to enter.

The teenaged doberman stopped cold as she realized what she’d walked in on. Both of the cubs were naked on the bed, clearly having sex... and both of them were moaning and twitching. She opened her mouth, trying to say something, to turn and leave the room, anything really, but her body didn’t seem to want to obey. Her heart began to pound in her chest and it felt like ice and fire were running over her limbs. She couldn’t do anything but watch, feeling her nethers flush with arousal. As the two cubs finally came down from their orgasms, panting with exertion, Charlotte finally felt her limbs begin to move again, and stepped backwards, the laundry she’d come upstairs to retrieve completely forgotten.

Unfortunately, her limbs weren’t completely functional yet, and her foot caught on the carpet. Almost in slow-motion, she realized she was going to fall and let out a squeak, throwing her arms out. The teenaged doberman fell flat on her tail in the doorway with a thump, causing both of the cubs to turn and look at her. For a moment, she thought she was going to die of embarrassment.