Summer came to Northrock, and it came hard. A streak of pleasantly warm days shifted sharply into a scorching heatwave; the sky was cloudless, the wind still, and the sun unrelenting. While her 'brother', Talek was overjoyed at the change, for Rilka it was met with concern; hot weather had a way of being turned against her.
The routine walk to school was done in shorts and t-shirts. Far more mammalian than their scales implied, the two nine-year-old penitatas glistened with a thin sheen of sweat earned from the walk in the heat, with their clothes clinging to damp patches. The interior of the school was blissfully cool, though not so much as to make them uncomfortable in their thinner than usual layers. Even the structure of their days seemed impacted, with most classes changing their plans to let the rejuves outside for sports and exercise as much as possible.
Having finished one of the most enjoyable school days in a long time, Rilka should have left with a smile upon her snout. Instead, the cream-scaled girl was apprehensive as she rejoined her brother. “What's up with you? Got an 'unearned' coming or something?” the boy asked as they made their way back out front. Rilka chose not to answer. He'd figure it out soon enough.
Liki was hovering in her usual place, clad in a flowery summer dress and with sunglasses on. Rilka's focus was entirely on the bag her mother clasped in claw. “Please don't,” she whined as they drew closer.
Liki's grin merely widened. “Come now, cream-cake. You know better than to puff and pout over a punishment!”
Rilka would have much preferred a simple spanking to what she knew was coming. The bag contained a thick tracksuit, which she took and began to wriggle into despite her many huffs and grumbles. The long, thick bottoms were black with a double-yellow stripe, making it look more like a Honeybee attire than she'd have liked. The top came next, pulled on and zipped up, but with the hood left down. The girl began to cook immediately, but the rest of the large bag was filled with water bottles. “Make sure you stay good and hydrated, okay? Come on then, homeward bound!”
The water was a lifesaver, but even its blissful coldness couldn't combat the hammering heat of the sun. Their walking route offered little shade bar the occasional tree, and within minutes the lizard girl was sweating profusely, soaking her shirt and shorts as her body tried to vent the building heat. She could feel vast lakes of perspiration forming under her armpits, while a warm damp sensation began between her shoulder blades and worked steadily down to, around, and under her tail. So much sweat pooled between her thighs that her cotton panties felt glued to her skin by the halfway mark, so utterly drenched it felt to Rilka like she'd wet herself.
With just a few mouthfuls of water to spare in the last water bottle, the sweltering girl let out a whimper of relief at the sight of her house, sat on the corner as they turned toward the sea once more. The hot breath of the warm sea wind was unwelcome, as was the fact her mother led the girl through the back gate – as a rule, the garden wasn't a place where the penitatas had any fun at all!
“Just wait in the shade there, Talek,” Liki said with a wave of her claw. “Rilka's going to need a little attention before she joins you.”
“Mom, please!” the girl wailed. “I really want a bath!”
“Oh I know, cream-cake. That's what we're going to take care of!”
Liki hooked a finger into the collar of her daughter's tracksuit top, pulling the pouting girl into the shade of the house. The older female licked her lips, her eyes glinting with hungry anticipation as she slowly, carefully eased the zipper down, leaning in to catch the waft of warm, sweaty air that billowed up from inside the confines of the garment. “What a musky little thing you are!” she taunted as the top was eased open and allowed to fall to the floor, before Liki's probing fingers slipped under the sweat-dampened hem of Rilka's t-shirt. She rolled the garment upward, snagging Rilka's arms and pulling them up over her head. Caught in this impromptu form of bondage, the cub's cream scales were exposed for all the world to see, and for Liki the temptation was simply overwhelming.
A half-laugh, half-squeal escaped Rilka's snout as her mother's tongue lapped across the girl's right nipple. She wriggled in her mother's grip as Liki twisted round to find a musky armpit and gave it a long, tickling lap of her tongue. “Don't tickle me!” Rilka wailed to no avail, for her mother's firm grip kept her in place as the parental tongue slowly, roughly scrubbed her underarm area of the salty, sweaty mess her sweltering walk home had left there.
“Oh, you have such a lovely taste, cream-cake!” Liki cooed as she leaned back, a long string of saliva linking her lips to Rilka's pit for a second before it snapped. “But I bet that other side is just as filthy!”
Another fit of squeals and laughter followed as Rilka writhed and struggled, desperate to escape her mother's hungry tongue. Lick by teasing lick, the stale, sweaty grime she'd built up was washed away, replaced by a less pungent, but no less sticky coating of parental saliva. Only once her pits had lost their flavour did Liki pull the sweat-damp t-shirt clear, freeing the girl's head and limbs.
“Can I go inside now?” Rilka whimpered, but her mother's grin told her no respite was coming yet. Liki took the girl's wrist and gently pulled her wriggling claw to her lips.
“It's not only pits that get sweaty, is it?” the lustful tone of the question was followed by Liki enveloping an index finger in her maw, applying gentle suction with her lips as her tongue massaged the girl's gently flexing digit. Each slow, sensual caress drew timid, shuddering breaths from Rilka, whose pale snout gained a shade of red from the perverse sensations the paw-worship created within her. With a pop, her index finger was freed from Liki's snout, only for the ring finger to replace it – and this time, as her mother's tongue softly rolled the intruding finger from side to side, a soft whimper of delight escaped the girl's throat. The gentle, lustful teasing caused a new kind of warmth to grow in Rilka's crotch, with her breathing becoming hotter and heavier with each passing second.
When the finger was withdrawn, Liki stopped to admire all she'd accomplished, reading the confused mess of embarrassment and arousal on Rilka's expression. “And here I thought you weren't interested in the ladies,” she cooed, massaging the youth's palm with her thumb.
“Can I go inside now?” Rilka whimpered, wriggling gently in the soft, parental grip.
“Of course not! We're only half way done!” the girl's eyes clenched shut at the comment. “How long are you going to keep pretending you don't enjoy this?”
“You know I don't,” came the half-hearted protest as Rilka turned her snout away, cursing the tingling in her crotch born from the massage.
“Well, there's one little act of defiance you have left, isn't there? One last way you can spite your nasty mommy for putting you through this tongue-bath?” Rilka blanched at her mother's knowing grin. “Come on, we both know what you want to do. Why pretend?”
Rilka's blush only deepened. Mere seconds later, a wet splashing sound echoed through the garden as a wide, steaming wetness spread over her crotch and ran in rivers down the inside of each thigh.
“That's my good girl,” Liki cooed, kneeling down in front of the wet youth to carefully untie the laces at her track suit waist. “Talek? Come over here, please.”
The boy obeyed, a large bulge visible in his shorts as Liki pointed to Rilka's left paw. “You saw what she likes. Suck on her finger, but gently, and use your tongue. Slow and gentle, remember.”
Her fingers in the boy's maw drew yet more hungry whimpers. Liki took her time lowering Rilka's garments, savouring the sights, sounds and scents of the little scene she'd concocted. The track suit came off, then the shorts, equally slowly, and then a cruelly-long wait before the soaked, sodden panties followed. Liki kept a tight hold of Rilka's right paw, while Talek occupied the left, the mother content to stare at the girl's puffy lower lips as she whimpered and gasped at the long, slow tonguing of her paw. The mother indulged in deep, long inhalations of the aroma. “Sweat, piss and lust – what better way to summarise my little cream-cake?” Liki chuckled.
Unable to deny herself any longer, Liki thrust her tongue between the gap in Rilka's thighs and delivered a strong, lustful lapping. Her nose and mouth were assailed by the salty, bitter mix of fluids, but that heady, musky concoction served only to drive her own lusts. A delightful song of moans greeted her probing tongue, and despite all her protests, Rilka began to subtly hump her mother's maw, the motions becoming far less subtle with each pass of the tongue. It only took a few, hungry licks to rid most of the salt and bitterness from Rilka's private folds, leaving only her feminine lubricants trickling from her hot, lusting cunny.
With each lick, the girl's moans grew louder and more shameless. Her hips bucked faster and harder, grinding her clit against her mother's snout to gain more stimulation as Liki's tongue probed inside her wet passage, lapping at the juices within. The mother couldn't help but suppress a pleasured little chuckle as Rilka let out a yelp, her passage tightening sharply, and her legs began to tremble. Liki continued to lick through the climax, licking until the moans of release became anxious whimpers of over-stimulation, then giving one more lick for good measure before pulling away.
“Naughty girl, cumming without permission!” Liki chuckled, while Rilka struggled to guess if this was playful or real. “Talek, take those shorts off please. We need your bottom half to punish her properly.”
Using the track suit top as cushioning, Rilka was placed over the woodcutting stump. Liki worked up a good spit of saliva and thoroughly licked the girl's tail-hole, earning fresh whimpers and whines of protest. “Keep pretending you don't like your tush played with, and you can kiss bath time goodbye!” the mother warned, putting an end to the protests.
Once the girl's puckered ring was loosened and lubed with spittle, Liki steered Talek into place. Rilka gave only a soft grunt as Talek's stiffened length pushed past the knurled ring and into her hot rear passage. Taking hold of her tail for purchase, the boy began to hungrily thrust into her, uncaring of his parental audience, nor anyone else who might pass by. “That's my boy, punish that naughty bottom!”
With a gasp, and one last thrust, Talek shot three weeks of pent-up lust into Rilka's rear passage. Sweating from the frantic effort, he stood and shuddered through the climax, every twitch and throb of his cock jetting another bead of cum into her inner places. Slowly, tenderly, Talek pulled himself clear, leaving a spunk bubble glistening on the girl's puckered rear that popped and trickled a thin white bead down to her warm, feminine lips below.
Breathing hard from her own excitement, and eager for her husband to get home, Liki helped Rilka back to her feet and finally opened the rear door of the house. “You two truly are a filthy pair of cubs,” she chuckled. “Come on! A nice, cool bath awaits!”