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works/1750208.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Cora_Hale/Peter_Hale
  Character:
      Cora_Hale, Peter_Hale
  Additional Tags:
      Uncle/Niece_Incest, Voyeurism, Extremely_Underage, Xeno, Xenophilia,
      Bestiality, Incest, Dubious_Consent
  Series:
      Part 12 of my_mating_games_ficlets_and_drabbles
  Collections:
      Mating_Games:_The_Teen_Wolf_Pornation_Weekly_Challenges_Revealed
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-06-06 Words: 1115
****** House Full of Secrets ******
by marguerite_26
Summary
     She knew Pete wasn't a typical pet. No one really mentioned it. It
     was just something Cora grew up knowing.
     On hot summer days when she'd sneak away to skinny dip in the stream,
     she'd find him sitting on the bank with his eyes on her like a dragon
     protecting his treasure. She never worried about anything when he was
     by her side.
     But then her mom started to drop hints that maybe she was getting too
     old for Pete to follow her around quite so much.
Notes
     Cora's age is left up to the reader, but I'm warning for extreme
     underage just to cover all scenarios. If you are uncomfortable with
     this or with uncle/niece incest PLEASE DO NOT READ. Dubcon is there
     because Cora isn't able to truly consent, obviously, because she's
     underage and also doesn't understand what is really happening.
     I'm calling this both xeno and bestiality, because from the reader's
     perspective it's one and from Cora's it's the other.
     this was written for Mating Games 'no penetration' challenge.
     I'm mildly sorry, but not really. It's super filthy. You've been
     warned.
The Hale house was full of secrets.
There'd been a fire, Cora knew. It had been years ago. She was too young to
remember, but she knew from pictures their family had been bigger then. They'd
lost grandparents, a few cousins and Cora's mother's younger brother.
When she had a bit too much wine with dinner Laura sometimes talked about
before. She'd wistfully describe how the forest had been filled with laughter
and children's voices. She'd talk of full moons like they were special for more
than something pretty to look up and notice.
"Do you remember, Pete?" Laura would say as she'd scritch their dog's neck.
Pete would whine a little and lick her palm. "Yeah, I know you do," she'd
whisper and give Pete a sad sort of look.
Cora always found that odd. Her mother had always said that Pete -- who looked
more like a wolf than dog, if you asked Cora and no one ever did -- came to
live with them just after the fire. Even if Pete wasn't a dog and was able to
understand Laura's ramblings, he wasn't able to remember the 'glory days' of
their house filled with relatives any more than Cora was.
She knew Pete wasn't a typical pet.
No one really mentioned it. It was just something Cora grew up knowing. Pete
wandered in and out of house, never wearing a collar, never a leash. No one
ever worried about him getting lost or into trouble. He'd come back with a
bloody muzzle and Cora's mom would say Pete didn't need dinner that night.
More than once, conversations would stop when Cora walked into the room -- one
sided conversations, between her mother and their dog. She wondered if all
families had secrets like these.
Cora wasn't stupid. She figured Pete was a guard dog that her family got after
the fire, hoping to stop a tragedy from happening again.
It explained why he followed Cora everywhere. On hot summer days when she'd
sneak away to skinny dip in the stream, she'd find him sitting on the bank with
his eyes on her like a dragon protecting his treasure. She never worried about
anything when he was by her side.
But he also stood watch at the oddest times: when she was in the shower or when
she slept. She stopped being surprised to see his bright blue eyes staring at
her, night and day.
As she got older her mom started to drop hints that maybe she was getting too
old for Pete to follow her around quite so much.
She started having to lock the bathroom door when she was in the shower.
She missed Pete always there at her side, the way his soft fur would rub
against her wet bare legs as she tried to towel off. She hated how he whined
just outside the door like he was missing her too.
"Pete can't sleep in your room anymore, Cora," her mother said one day. Cora
nodded, but her mother's eyes were focused on Pete instead.
At first, she wasn't sure how she'd ever get to sleep. But luckily, shutting
him out of her bedroom didn't seem to matter. As long as she left her window
open, Pete somehow found his way in after her mother wished her goodnight.
She wasn't sure how he did it -- and she couldn't ask her mother because her
gut said her window would get bolted -- but Pete was there every night on the
other side of the locked door, even though her room was on the second floor.
Then he'd disappear before sunrise. It was their little secret. Just like her
mother and Laura had their own secrets about Pete.
Maybe it made her sound like silly little girl, but it made her feel special
that Pete loved her so much that nothing would keep them apart.
He started to sleep in her bed, now that the locked door meant her mother
wouldn't check in on her in the middle of the night. It gave Cora a thrill to
be so rebellious.
She loved curling around Pete in the night; she couldn't understand why her
mother didn't want her to have that. He was a warm, soft pillow for her to wrap
her legs around. It felt good, in ways she couldn't explain. Sometimes she
would wake up from a feverish dream, rubbing herself against him. Peter would
lick her chin and let her continue even though she made his fur sticky.
It felt right.
One night she woke, tingly and hot all over, to find Pete's muzzle between her
legs.
She knew she smelled different there sometimes. Pete liked that. Sometimes, she
was wet. Pete liked that too. He'd press his nose right up to her panties until
she laughed and pushed him away. It always made her feel a little funny low in
her belly.
Tonight she didn't feel like pushing him away. She wasn't sure why she wasn't
wearing panties, but she was bare beneath her nightie and Pete's tongue was
licking her where no one was supposed to touch.
It made her heart thunder in her chest and she her eyes open wide; rubbing
against Pete felt nice down there, but his tongue made her feel so warm and in
a way that was different from anything she'd felt before.
She spread her legs wider on instinct, letting him taste her, letting him make
her feel good. His tongue was rough and wide, licking her thighs and up
further, into her. She panted, breathless and squirming. Trying to stay still
for him, she dug her heels into the mattress and lifted her hips to help.
A rumbled came from Pete's throat like he was pleased and Cora flushed that she
was being good for him.
Pete didn't get tired or bored. He didn't stop, not when her thighs began to
tremble, or when she clutched the sheets, confused and crying as her whole body
shook. She felt she might be drowning as it all became too much.
Afterward Pete was there to comfort her, licking the tears from her cheeks with
a tongue that smelled sweet and weird. She hugged him close and didn't stop him
as his legs humped against her thigh.
Bone tired, she didn't even complain when he left her leg all sticky.
---
In the morning, as she showered and scrubbed the flaky white stuff off her, she
vowed never to tell a soul what Pete did for her.
Pete was the family protector. Every day he watched over the house for them.
And every night he kept Cora warm and safe in ways her mother would never
understand.
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