Hen in the Foxhouse
[F/m, Fdom, Monstergirl(Inari), trap, shota, handjob, crossressing]
 
It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen... a honey-hewed jewel the likes of which I'd never come across before...
 
Ok, it was just an apple, but when your rations ran out two weeks ago, and the pittance you've scraped together as savings a week after that, it may as well have been food from the gods. The last scraps of bread and old salt pork I had were washed down by thankfully clean rainwater from the drinking barrels outside a small pub two days ago...
 
My stomach gurgled noisily, fortunately drowned out by the bustle in the market square. I was so hungry I was ready to eat from the scraps lying in the gutters, and so scared of getting caught, I would have likely thrown up anything that was in my stomach before I tried for it, but had no choice.
 
Folding my hands inside my robes, I stood up straight and tall, walking with what I hoped looked like the practiced air of a young Inari, the fox spirit tribe that was mixed with the local townsfolk in the region. I glanced into the glass of a side-shop, hoping to get a look at my ears and tail to see if they were neat, tidy.
 
They were, and(despite the travel dirt on my robes) I looked every bit the part... It was an act, though. The ears and tail were illusion, courtesy an amulet of my former master... it was useful for slipping through human settlements; seeing a barely pubescent human girl would be enough to send thugs into a nasty state of mind in some parts of these cities, but nobody was foolish enough to accost an Inari, even one as young as I appeared.
 
I set my sights on the apples, though, in the produce stall in front of me. I fought the urge to tug my dirty blonde braid, now more dirt than blonde, as I approached. Looking around, I found the distraction I needed; a nearby stand was selling fried... well, frankly, I'm scared to ask, considering the grubby, red-smeared leather smock the 'cook' was wearing, but the proximity of the coal brazier was just what I needed.
 
Offering a prayer to whatever god watches out for kids who start fires to steal apples, I drew up what magic I possessed, and focused on the straw basket of an equally grubby old bat, trying to flirt(I can only assume, and don't particularly want to imagine) with the filthy merchant. The straw was old and smeared with dirt, but the grease on it caught fire anyway.
 
She squawked "Fire!," like a chicken with a broken neck, flinging her basket aside and tackling nearby shoppers, nearly toppling three stands in the process. With the only entertainment this market had seen all day a particularly lazy and unskilled juggler, the crowd's attention was easily diverted, and I snatched out my hand and tucked one of the rose-blush apples into the folds of my robe without so much as blinking.
 
Honestly, I was so surprised it worked that I stopped dead in my tracks just past the apple stall. I turned my head back to look, and something must have caught the Shopkeeps attention, as he turned to stare directly at me.
 
Months of being the marketplace errand-rat of a particularly skinflinty master taught me that nothing good ever comes from a shopkeep locking eyes with an urchin, even an Inari, and I was ready to back up two paces and run.
 
Sadly, I made it one before colliding with someone and going sprawling... fortunately I managed to keep my apple hidden in the folds of the robe, but landed flat on my rump, any hope of escape gone.
 
"Honestly, dear," came a silken voice, "You should be more careful." It was a gorgeous voice, musical without being lyrical, and it spilled out from behind the rueful smile of an Inari in a silver and blue brocade robe.
 
She looked to be maybe 30, but then it's hard to tell with Inari. She was, without doubt though, the most beautiful woman I'd seen before. She only had three tails, rare for an older Inari, and they swung behind her like the banners of a cavalry captain. Her hair was short, with a pair of ribbon-wrapped braids hanging from either side of her head just below her ears. Her robes were impeccable, and the flowing curves of silk and skin gave her the impression of a windblown cloud as she bent down and took me by the elbow, lifting me gently.
 
"My, my, my, niece," she said smiling, "What have you been playing at to be so dirty... such a naughty girl." Her voice was like honeyed cream, and I'm sure not a few of the men present stiffened in their trousers at her emphasis on the word naughty. I was so taken in by her that I didn't realize that not only had she called me niece, she stole my apple!
 
Her breasts and hips swung tantalizingly, each swaying counter to the other in perfect syncopation as the approached the shopkeep, and cooed. I could see the apple making the faintest of bulges in the edge of her sleeve as she reached out into the pile palming a second apple. She turned her arm over to reveal two fresh apples in her grip, slight of hand made easier by the fact every onlookers eyes were firmly planted on something other than her hand.
 
"You're right, these do look positively delicious," she said over her shoulder to me, shaking me out of my revere, and I smiled back at her as best I could. "I'll take two," she said to the shopkeep, laying the apples in her left hand as she reached into her purse, pulling out a long, thin octagonal piece of the curious ceramic jink the Inari used and laid it across the shopkeeps palm before turning and striding away past me.
 
"Well, come along niece," she said, "You've dawdled enough for today."
 
Confused, but glad to be out of trouble, I bowed quickly to the shopkeep in what I hopped was suitably Inari fashion, and scampered after my savior.
 
She moved quickly, not so much walking as gliding and I had to do everything in my power to keep pace as she wove her way through alleyways and side streets. It was early morning in town, and most people were at work already, or doing chores, the streets wouldn't be busy again until sometime after lunch. I saw fewer and fewer people until I realized we couldn't even hear the bustle of the market anymore as I rounded a corner and came face to face with the Inari who'd saved me.
 
Well, not 'face', considering her height, I collided with her soft belly and stumbled backward. She sat primly on the edge of a nearby crate and gestured at me to have a seat beside her. Honestly, at this point I don't know why I even followed her. My instinct was telling me to cut and run as soon as we were free of the market, but for some reason I followed her here, and now I felt too guilty to run. Fidgeting I kind of knelt down beside her, but I couldn't look her in the face.
 
She cleared her throat, and I looked up in time to see her toss the apple to me. I half-fumbled it before seizing it and staring. She smiled and nodded, and in the silence, my stomach gurgled again in appreciation as I devoured it, too hungry to even savour the sweet spice of it.
 
The Inari woman smiled, taking a bite of her own apple, watching me make a fool of myself as I chewed the apple down to the core, only pausing to spit out the seeds and suck the juice from my fingers before I heard her chuckling, and I blushed.
 
She giggled, a sound like bronze windchimes, and looked me over before holding out her apple to me, "Here, dear, it looks like you could use this more than me."
 
My eyes lit up despite myself and I reached for it, but she pulled it back, "Tut, tut... I'll hold it, you just open those pretty lips and take a bite."
 
Blushing brighter, I looked up at her, and she smiled at me again, her hand unfolding from her bosom, extending the apple to me, intentionally turning her fresh bite to me. I was scared, but still so hungry I couldn't help it and I opened my mouth taking what I hopped seemed a more ladylike bite.
 
I chewed more slowly, self-consciously taking time to savour the sweet fruit as she took another demure bite, just watching me eat. She held the apple to me again, and I took another bite, chewing as she crossed her arms, the apply laying the crook of her elbow. "So, why are you disguising yourself as an Inari?" she ask bluntly.
 
I choked, coughing into my hand as she chuckled again. "Um... I... " I tried, coughing again, "I don't suppose it would do any good to deny it now?" I said weakly.
 
"Sorry, dear."
 
"How... Um... how did you know?" I asked, stalling. I wondered if there was some weird taboo in her culture about impersonating one of them... I was scared, but my stomach was more interested in getting another bite of apple than fleeing.
 
"The ears," she said, gesturing upwards at her own, which she made a show of folding down and moving, "The tail moves quite well, at least when you're walking, but your ears movements don't match your emotion... it's not something a human would notice, but it stands out to an Inari."
 
I sighed inwardly, taking out the amulet to look at it... a mistake, as the Inari woman reached out and snatched it from my neck, the ears and tail fading away in a matter of seconds.
 
"Hey!" I said, getting to my feet and lunging for the amulet "Give that back, you!"
 
"First off," she said, gracefully avoiding my lunge and putting me flat on my back with an almost dance-like arm counter. "My name is Mitsumi," she said, sitting back. "Second, you're pretty pushy for a little girl playing at being Inari."
 
I was still winded from my fall, so just lay on the street, staring up at her. "And third?"
 
Mitsumi's eyebrows twitches up. "What do mean?"
 
"Whenever anyone starts with the 'first, and second' there's always an 'And third...'" I said, sitting up and tugging at my braid absentmindedly.
 
Mitsumi smiled, her eyes warming a little, "You are quite shrewd, for a human," she said, holding the amulet and apple both out to me. "Third.. pick one. Don't worry," she said when my eyes narrowed, "I promise you'll get both eventually, but you have to choose which one comes now, and which waits till later..."
 
My mind and stomach were at war in an instant over which to get... logically, I should have snatched the amulet and ran. My hand, however, was working for my stomach as I reached for the apple, taking a wide bite before I even realized what I was doing.
 
I think my mind was insulted, and wandered off to sulk as I sat and ate the apple, oblivious to everything around me. When I finished, I looked over to see Mitsumi watching me intently, licking her lips softly as I finished swallowing the last bite, and making my fear swell.
 
"Um... thank you. For the apples, I mean," I said, trying to cut the tension. "I... I'm sorry I can't pay you back, and I didn't want to steal, but I was... Um... is there anything I could do to make it up to you?" As soon the words left my lips, I tired to wish them back. Her eyes lit up brightly and she leaned back, smiling. It seemed like she towered over me, and I felt more tiny than I ever had in my life.
 
"Please," she said, "Tell me about yourself... what's you name and how did you wind up in this much trouble."
 
"My name is... " I started, and hesitated. Not because I didn't want to tell her my name... I had plenty of names to give, I just didn't know which one to use. "My master called me Hatta," I said diplomatically. She didn't seem to object, so I continued.
 
"My parents... well, I don't really know much about them. I lived on my own, or in orphanages most of my life. About six months ago, I happened to be in the marketplace in Azaka on an errand, and my master found me. Err... former master, I guess. He was a magician and enchanter, and he said he saw a spark of magic in me, and he took in me in as his apprentice."
 
"Oh," Mitsumi said brightly, "You're a little mageling." I wasn't sure I liked the tone of her voice, it was playful, but there was a snide note undercutting it. "What sorts of things can you do?"
 
"Err... I was only an apprentice for a few months," I said, wringing my hands, "But I can light candles and start fires... err... Oh!" I said, looking up, "And I can make objects glow. Err... well, flicker at least."
 
Honestly, I expected her to laugh, but she didn't... she probably did feel I was playing at magic, compared to her, but I think she didn't want to hurt my feelings. "Go on."
 
"Well, about a month ago, my master told me to go on a journey to see his old master to collect some old notes of his from over in Munyri... but when I got there, I discovered he'd been dead for over a year... apparently my master hadn't been keeping in touch. By the time I got back to Azaka, my master was... Um... well, he was gone," I said, not wanting to elaborate.
 
"Hmm," the Inari woman said, weighing my words. "And you don't have anything you could have done for him? Taken over his workshop?"
 
"His lab and materials were seiz... err, lost," I corrected myself, waiting to see if Mitsumi would call me on the slip. When she said nothing, I continued. "I was afraid of going to authorities... they would have put me back in another orphanage."
 
"Would that have been so bad?" She asked, tilting her head, "Going back to an orphanage."
 
I snorted, "You've never been in a human orphanage."
 
"No," She responded honestly, "I haven't. Are they really that bad?"
 
"Well... not exactly," I said, "But as you get older, it gets harder."
 
"How so?"
 
"As a small child, there's a better chance of getting adopted, or apprenticed," I explained, shrugging, "As you get older, you get less and less likely to be taken in.. at some point, you stop being a "charge" and start being a "burden".... you're expected to "take responsibility" for the youngers, to help out with extra chores and work... the boys run off for adventure, mostly winding up in trouble, the girls are married off to poor, ugly men who don't care about a dowry if they get a warm hole to sleep with at night... or you can spend the rest of your life taking care of the next crop of orphans."
 
"What, you'd rather starve than take care orphans?" Mitsumi asked playfully, unprepared for the vehemence of my response.
 
"Without question," I said, nearly shouting. I covered my mouth with my hands, shocked at my own emphasis. Mitsumi just stared questioningly at me, and I continued... "I just... couldn't stand the thought of seeing it again. Bright minds, hopeful smiles both slowly dimming, watching them being picked over like cuts of meat at the market, pared away day after day, leaving the sullen dregs behind... I would have run away before now if I hadn't been taken in.. and I'll never go back."
 
Mitsumi said nothing, but opened her arms to me. I hesitated, but slowly got up and walked over too her and she seized me in a fierce hug, wrapping her arms around me and cradling me to her soft chest. "Dear, Dear," she said soothingly as we rocked back and forth, "It's alright my dear, Dear..."
 
I'd never had such a sweet hug, and I felt myself tear up a bit as I sat on her lap, taking in her warm affection; she smelled sweet, like apricot wine. Her hands gently held me, caressing my back reassuringly. Or so I thought at first, until they began to roam lower, running along my buttocks. I tried to sit up, to pull free from her, but I felt dull-witted, groggy; I couldn't tell if it was natural or magic, but I felt trapped as I struggled.
 
"What are you doing!" I demanded.
 
"What does it feel like," She said playfully, running her hand under my rump and squeezing, "You drive me crazy."
 
"No.. I thought Inari didn't... I mean I thought you..."
 
"Oh we mostly don't," She said, "But I'm afraid I'm not a normal Inari... amoung my people, we're called 'Fiends Who Reap the Lily"... rough translation, of course... pursuing men might be in our instinct, but my passion lies elsewhere... "
 
She ran her hands inside the front of my robe, long manicured claws pinching my nipple and working it in gentle circles as I whined. "Wait! Please, wait..."
 
"I can't wait," She said breathily, nibbling on my ear and making me groan despite myself, "I've wanted to do this to you since I first saw you, but I thought I could hold back, lead you back home, take my time, seduce you properly, but ever since you climbed in my lap my whole body ached for you..."
 
Mitsumi was rambling now, her hands roaming freely over my body as her kissed my neck. "You feel so warm...and you smell... you smell... " She said hesitantly, taking a deep breath of my scent. The adrenaline surge as I realized she was about to find out made me struggle harder, and I almost got free, but she grabbed me around the waist and pulled me back to her.
 
"Are you really..." she said, her hand falling down inside my robe, working it's way under the belt cinched around my waist and finding my well hidden boyhood instead of the bald girl's cleft she was expecting.
 
"Manchild!" she exclaimed, biting the lobe of my ear and making me yelp, "What a disguise you have! How did you keep it from me..."
 
I whimpered as her hand began to stroke my fledgling penis. "The... the amulet," I said, "It hides my scent too.. my master had me buy ingredients from the Inari merchants with it... he thought they'd give me better prices."
 
"I'll bet," she said her playful bits tracing down my neck to my shoulder, pulled bare of the sleeve of my robe now, "He did more than that, considering he was arrested for assaulting little boys."
 
"How... how did you..."
 
"Honestly," She said, "How many magicians are arrested for that sort of thing in this kingdom, do you think... Tell me, this amulet wasn't just for going to the market, was it."
 
"N- no," I whispered, ashamed, "No he had me wear it around the shop..."
 
"Did he play with his little Inari, then?" She giggled, stroking me faster. The folds of foreskin bunched around the head of my young penis and my legs went weak. "A little 'Master and the Serving Girl' perhaps, or maybe 'The Naughty Apprentice'"
 
"No!... not really," I said, only a half lie, but she still clamped her hand down on my cock, making me whine. "Now, now, none of that... no lying to Auntie Mitsumi"
 
"He... he'd make me wear the amulet and pose in girl's underthings while he stroked himself," I said, my face flush in shame all the way down my neck. I gave up struggling against Mitsumi now, I was too weak to fight as she continued to stroke my body, her other hand caressing my chest, those rounded claws tracing circles around my nipples.
 
"And," the Inari woman said, the rhythm of her strokes making my cock ache for climax. "What else?"
 
"He would sometimes make me catch it in my hands when he came," I said, and groaned as the pace of her stroke quickened. And...," I continued, "A few times he made me crouch down and take it across my... across my face."
 
Mitsumi's pace changed as I told my story, she slowed, but each stroke was more forceful, pulling the skin of my penis taught as she stroked down, her wrist twisting her hand around my cock at the base before stroking up, neatly bunching my foreskin over the tip before stroking it down again. I arched my back, leaning back into Mitsumi's cushiony bosom as I neared my orgasm.
 
"Tell me then, Manchild," she whispered in my ear, the tickling breath making my hair stand on end, "Who's hand would you rather have on your balls when you come? His, or mine?"
 
"Your's Miss Mitsumi..." I gasped, jerking as I finally came. Mitsumi huffed, frustrated perhaps that I hadn't told her I was so near climax. She cupped her hand around my thumb-length cock, catching as much of my thin spunk as she could.
 
I sagged backward, my knees unable to hold me up as she slowly pulled her hand free from my robes, bringing it to her mouth and licking it with a greedy smile. "It's been so long," she whispered to herself as her tongue, unusually long, curled around her fingers to claim every last trace of me.
 
Her hand clean, she embraced me, pulling me into her lap for the second time today, basking with me in the afterglow. I may have fallen asleep, I'm not sure, but it wasn't for long. Regardless, Mitsumi was still cradling me in her arms when I came to my senses.
 
I turned my head back to look at her, and she smiled at me again. "Um... Miss Mitsumi... "
 
"What is it, Hatta," she said, her tone soft.
 
"Um... I was wondering," I said, suddenly embarrassed to be in a motherly embrace with her despite what had just happened, or more likely because of it, "You said you were attracted to me before... I mean before you found out I was a boy... does that mean..."
 
She laughed again, a bittersweet note undercutting it unlike her normally playful tone, "I told you what I am, but you might not understand... amoung my people, the occasional dalliance between Inari females is acceptable as sexual play... something that happens from time to time. But," she continued, "Those who seek out the exclusive company of other Inari are considered strange... those who, like me, seek the companies of females of other races, and young females at that, are outcasts if the truth is discovered. I thought," she continued, hugging me tightly, "When I first saw you, that you were the most beautiful Inari pup I'd ever seen... I was sad when I realized it was just a disguise... but I also knew, I still had to have you."
 
"But," I said, confused, "But you know I'm a male, right? And that's still ok?"
 
"It's... complicated. We Inari have to have semen to survive... we gain our strength from it, and I've made sacrifices to collect it. But you," said, nibbling playfully on my ear again, "Are no chore..."
 
She turned me around by the shoulders, gently, "Don't mistake me... 'Fiends' like myself don't love... not even in the way other Inari do. You would be a toy, a fresh diversion in a long line of lovely diversions, with the added benefit of being able to provide me with the semen I need. I make no promises," She said sternly, "When I tire of you, I'll discard you, as I've done before... but until then," she said softly, her milk-sweet voice rolling over me, enticing me, as she gently caressed my cheek "Would it be so bad to be my sweet little toy?"
 
It was confusing, those cold, sharp words swathed in her silken voice, but what she said reached me, and I knew there were worse things than playing pet for a beautiful woman, human or not. I nodded, and her face glowed with a sensual smile.
 
"Well then," She said, undoing the belt at her waist and letting her brocade robe slide open, "Let's see what you think of your Auntie Mitsumi."
 
Gently, she pulled back the brocade robe, revealing herself to me. I gasped at her skin, white as pearl and smooth as polished marble, but it was so soft looking. There was a gentle swell to her arms and her belly that belied her age, whatever it actually might be; she was motherly, but still so beautiful. Her breasts, each tipped with a plum-coloured nipple of impressive size, hung softly, swayed gently, like the late autumn moon twinned.
 
"You're beautiful, Miss Mitsumi." An understatement.
 
"Thank you," she smiled, blushing softly.
 
"May I touch you, Miss Mitsumi," I asked gently. Her response was to grapple me and pull my face to her bosom quite forcefully.
 
"We can play that game later," she said, "Right now your mouth has better things to do than ask questions."
 
My head lost somewhere in the soft pillowy expanse, I realized I had no idea what I was supposed to be doing. Taking the "jump in and try not to drown" approach, I opened my mouth, seizing her nipple and nursing at it as a babe, my hands reaching up to cup her breasts from the outside, each nearly disappearing in the soft flesh.
 
Her throaty laugh was clue enough I was in the right ballpark, and I began to tease the nipple, nibbling gently at it as she had done to my ear and neck earlier. She giggled as I traced circles and figure eights with my tongue before grabbing my head and pulling me to the other side. I dove in, taking her other nipple in the same way as I continued to caress her breasts.
 
She laughed again, deeper, and I was beginning to feel insulted. "Am I doing that poorly, Miss Mitsumi," I asked, breaking contact with her breasts, making her whine just softly.
 
"No, of course not, Hatta... you're doing beautifully, considering you haven't been properly trained yet."
 
I let that part slide, but I asked anyway, "Then why are you laughing at me?"
 
She took my face in her hands and kissed me on the lips, my first kiss, and I closed my eyes and reveled in it. "Oh my beautiful Hatta," she giggled, "Inari laugh in sex. Why shouldn't we? Should we Scream? Moan? Cry? Why should sex be filled with sounds of pain?" She asked, and I shrugged, unsure what to say... my entire sexual knowledge of women started less than a half hour ago.
 
"I laugh, Hatta, because it's beautiful..." She said, laying her forehead against mine. "Believe me, if you do poorly, I'll be the first to correct you..."
 
With nothing to add to that conversation, I resumed my activities, seizing her nipple and tugging gently as her throaty laugh reverberated in the empty alleyway. I left a trail of wet kisses in the milky valley between her breasts as I played with her breasts in either hand.
 
"Mmm... Hatta, I think it's time you moved lower," she said, lifting my head from her bosom. She pulled her robe aside, revealing a small triangle of cloth covering her crotch, a small bow tied at each hip. She spread her legs wide, untying each with a deft flick of her wrist, letting her underwear fall away and revealing herself to me.
 
The hair covering her slit was so thin it was like strands of gold wire, but it was surprisingly long and it extended well down below the bottom of her opening, the very edge marked with a bright white blaze like the tips of her tail.
 
Parting the hair gently with her fingers, she spread herself wide, the deep red contrasting sharply with her milk-white skin. "What are you waiting for, Hatta," she said.
 
I went to my knees between her legs, taking in the sight of her. I didn't know any more what I was supposed to be doing here than I did earlier, but I didn't hesitate long. Slowly, brought my mouth to her, dragging my tongue slowly the length of her, making her growl in throaty laughter.
 
"Your little pink tongue is so sweet to me there, Hatta," she said, gently rolling the nub at the top her slit in her fingers. "Lick more deeply, Hatta, really deeply," she said.
 
I did as she asked, extending my tongue into the folds of her, and she sounded her approval. I tickled the inner folds with my tongue as best I could, gently spreading her to dig deeper as she continued to rub the swollen bud at the peak of her sex.
 
"Mmm... that's beautiful Hatta," she said, taking me gently by the side of he head and lifting me to my feet, "But I think it's time for something more.. Open your robe for me."
 
I hesitated, embarrassed, but slowly I undid the belt on my robe, opening it to Mitsumi, who cooed in delight. I was nude beneath it and I shied away, trying to half-cover myself despite what we had already shared.
 
"Still so innocent," she whispered, taking my head in her hands for another potent kiss. I relented, and she was able to slide my robes off completely as she pulled me to her. She smiled, gently taking my hips in her hands. "Even nude, you look like a darling girl, so perfectly smooth," she said, caressing my sides as she lined my boyhood up with her own sex. Her legs swooped around me and clamped down as she pulled me hard to her, burying me completely within her as I grunted.
 
"Playtime is over, Hatta," she said, "Fiend or not, Inari love is about passion... Show me your passion, Hatta, give it to me!"
 
She relaxed her legs, letting me draw back slightly before clamping them down again, forcing me back inside. Her tails enfolded me, warm and soft, and teased my whole body with feather touches. The sensation was indescribable, she was hot and wet around my member, I felt like I was disappearing, slowly being absorbed into her soft body. Mitsumi used her legs, guiding me to a rhythm she liked as I tried valiantly to give her the same pleasures she was giving me.
 
It wasn't going to happen this time, however, as I came within only a few minutes of our first union. She hugged me tight as I panted, faintly crying, and slipped slowly out of her. "What's wrong, Hatta," she asked, seeing my tears.
 
"I'm... I'm s- sorry, M- M- Miss Mitsumi," I stuttered, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand. "I just wanted to make you feel the same things you've made me feel... to give you back the pleasure you gave me... but I... I'm so..."
 
"Shh now, My dear, Dear," she said, hugging me tightly, "I didn't expect that much from you on your first try... We've got time enough to enjoy ourselves, don't we?"
 
I sniffed and nodded, and the hugged me tightly, reaching below my bottom. "Still, though, if you have it in you..." she muttered, and I waited to see what she would do. I gasped, stiffening as a finger wormed it's way inside my bottom hole, and I clamped down at the alien intrusion.
 
"Now, now, Hatta," Mitsumi muttered softly, flicking her tongue along my ear "You have to relax, or I am going to hurt you by accident..." I tried to stay calm and unclench, but I couldn't manage it. Her finger still wormed deeper inside against the resistance until she finally seemed to find what she was looking for and pressed.
 
I gasped, my breath stolen from me as I arched my back, my little penis coming back to attention from it's languid state as Mitsumi slowly withdrew her finger, leaving me panting and clinging to her for support.
 
"Oh my sweet Hatta," she cooed in my ear, patting me on the head as I gasped for breath, "So many firsts today... let's see if you really can take Auntie Mitsumi to her first for the day as well."
 
She rolled over me, planting my bottom on the crate and straddling me as she lined herself up with my straining penis, arching her back she giggled softly as she slid down onto me, grinding herself against my body. I reached for her breasts, but she playfully slapped my hands down, "No, no, Hatta..." she teased, gyrating her hips, "I'll take care of this, you just hold on."
 
She meant it literally. As she began to fiercely rock back and forth on top of me I had to grab either side of the crate to hold myself steady. The sensation was phenomenal, far more intense than our earlier union. She enfolded me like warm honey and it was all I could do to keep from exploding within her, but I struggled to hold back for her sake.
 
She reached down to play with herself as she rode me, her fingers working tight, fast circles at the top of her cleft. She began to laugh again, a deep, throaty, nearly feral sound that was almost frightening.
 
"M- Miss Mitsumi..." I gasped, nearly at the end of my stamina, "I'm so sorry, I'm about to..."
 
She growled amid her laughter, but it didn't sound angry, "It's fine, Hatta, but please hold out for just a little while longer..."
 
I tired my best, I gripped the splintery planks of the crate hard, biting my lip and concentrating on the pain to hold off. Mitsumi pressed her whole body against me humping madly, seeming to engulf me completely,
 
I could feel her body trembling as she finally peaked, peals of laughter echoing in the alleyway, the her arms trembling, legs shaking, even the core of her that held my boyhood trembled like laughter as I gave out, coming for the third time.
 
We lay together, Mitsumi enfolding me like a blanket. Her beautiful tails teased me still, brushing away the errant drops of sweat from our bodies. Finally, she smiled at me again and gave me a surprisingly chaste kiss on the forehead before standing and pulling her robe to rights.
 
"Come now, Hatta," she said dotingly. "Stand."
 
She picked up my robe as I got up, shaking it off and settling it in place. She was gentle, but efficient, like I imagined a mother's touch would be, and she soon had me rightly dressed again. She pulled me back to her lap, and I sat obediently as she pulled free my braid, combing my hair with a brush from her purse, retying it into a pair of long braids down either side of my face, neatly matching hers. Finally, she pulled my amulet back into place, turning me around to face her again with my ears and tail in place once more.
 
"Oh my sweet, Hatta," she murmured, giving me a not so chaste or motherly kiss on the throat. I felt a swell of power, like electricity crackling where she kissed me and I shuddered. I reached to my neck, touching the point of her kiss, fearing it was burned, but felt nothing on the skin. Deep inside, though, I felt marked by her kiss. Possessed. It felt beautifully warm.
 
Mitsumi stood, offering me her arm. "Come along, Niece, we've dawdled enough here today," she said teasingly. "It's time to go home."
 
"Home..." I whispered softly, before taking her arm, leaning my head against her as we walked out of the alley