Awaken my Lovely Girl
Selest opens her eyes to slits and smiles to herself reveling in the fine morning filling the burrow all around her. She can hear the breathing of her daughters nearby and the soft rustle of bedding as one of them moves in their sleep. The banked fire fills the room with warmth as she yawns and stretches luxuriously. A smell lingers on the air coming from her younger daughter Clara, the smell of lilac and copper, the smell which meant she would soon come to her first heat. It was early yet in Clara's life for her heat to begin, in fact her older sister had not yet had her first heat, but despite that it was coming, and with it there would be changes Selest was not sure she was ready for.
Selest rose and padded across the room to the hearth and fed new fuel on the fire then turned and retrieved her baking rack from the shelf next to the fireplace and set it above the fire to heat while she went to mix dough for eselmes, a flatbread made from powdered wild roots, fruits, and nuts. Soon the smell of baking bread filled the house covering the other smell and causing her daughters to wake and driving the implications of that smell from her mind, at least for a little while.
Clara woke first, the smell of a wonderful treat drawing her from the world of childish dreams of unicorns and dragons into the much more solid world where she lay next to her sister Wisty in the room they shared. The smell she had first noticed two days ago was stronger again this morning not quite covered by the smell of the eselmes baking in the other room. She didn't know this smell, it was sweet on top but with a more basic mineral scent beneath, and it rose from her entire body as if each of her pores were exuding it like sweat or blood. She needed to wash. The smell clung to her body like mud or shit and she felt soiled. She didn't bother waking Wisty knowing that she would wake on her own soon enough once the smell of the eselmes grew stronger in the room, and instead went quietly out the door and towards the washroom behind the burrow where there was a spring and a pot of soap sap mixed with ashes she could use to wash away that cloying odor.
Once inside the washroom Clara ran her paws gently down her body starting at her neck feeling the silk-like smoothness of her fur against the pads of her paws. Though her breasts were as yet little more than outlines beneath her fur, her nipples were erect, and as her paws passed across them she felt small shivers run down her body to the center of her, somewhere just above her navel, and lodge there adding to a warm glow which had begun. Her right paw continued downward to her stomach to rub against the place which lay above that warm center as her other paw explored the raised nubs of her nipples.
Her face had turned to the ceiling without her realizing it, and she found herself leaning against the wall of the washroom and as the warmth at her center blazed it sank lower into her belly and her paw followed, sinking down to the place where her legs came together. She slid down the wall, her legs spreading apart as she did, and ran her paw over the slightly swollen mound of her sex feeling the new heat emanating from her flesh. Her fingers rubbed against the split in her mound and she felt fluid begin to flow from her, not urine, but some other fluid, rich with that heavy cloying scent which had brought her out here. Her lips tightened against a gasp as her finger encountered a swollen nub of flesh at the base of the slit and her back arched as her other hand grasped blindly for something, anything, to hold her steady.
She felt a sudden, desperate, need for something inside her and she pressed her first and second fingers into her swollen sex. Fluid ran down her hand as she pressed her fingers as deep as they would go into her body rubbing her fist up and down against the nub of flesh at the base of her sex. She writhed against the wall thrusting her hips against her hand as the heat rose from her sex into her belly increasing the fire which had bloomed there until it seemed to burst apart sending all of her muscles into spasms which were not painful but which seemed to gratify that which had brought them. Her hips continued to thrust and her sex swallowed the fingers hungrily as a small moan she could not control escaped her lips. As suddenly as it had come, the tightening of her muscles ceased and she collapsed against the wall with fluid running down her thighs and hand in streams. Out of a sudden curiosity she raised her dripping digits and licked at her own juices. They were sweet, the taste of the brown cane she liked to pick and eat while she took her afternoon walks.
She lapped at her fingers until they were clean then jumped in shock as she realized how long she had been in here. Her mother would come looking for her soon if she didn't come for breakfast. She washed quickly with the soap sap, realizing that her first excursion had not satisfied her body when she rubbed against her breasts and mound while washing and that heat threatened to begin anew. She washed those parts as fast as she could and cleaned herself thoroughly before rinsing off and heading back into the house to dry herself next to the fire while she ate breakfast.