Eventide [WIP]
In Eventide, a wolf called Melanie comes home to something shocking enough to freeze her still.
Suppressed mumbles, mumbles of words, drifted about between the walls of a small apartment in New York suburbs. . Brown curtains covered the windows, attenuating the orange light of a downing sun that desperately tried to force itself inside. Shadowy blotches, left behind by eventide, towered over the door in and out of the apartment, until it opened. Dim light from the stairwell plunged into the darkening apartment like a spear into flesh, which was followed by a steel-cap toe of a black leather boot with white crisscrossing laces climbing further and further up until the tenth lace row. It was a wolf, with dark-grey fur covering it's body. Her body. It was a she. And she quietly opened the door and stepped inside, of course closing the door after herself. Her green eyes needed a moment to adjust with the annoyingly dimly lit room before her. Before she had time to sit down and start undoing her boots, her ears perked and she heard the suppressed mumbling in the apartment. Her slender fingers rose to her belt and brushed the cold metal of her pistol. The wolfess tried to understand sentences or even words, but failed, so she took very careful, slow steps towards the door from which she thought the mumblings came from - she knew it was a bedroom.
She flung the door open and was about to draw her pistol, but the sight in the bedroom shocked her enough to freeze her for a second. A few feet in front of her was another wolf, brown fur covering her chubby figure, wearing nothing but jeans with a clear bulge on the front. Next to her was a large bed and on it, a white shemale rat on all fours, busy burying her mouth between the rear cheeks of a orange-brown rabbit. "Mom?" "Melanie!" "Lisbeth?" "Mel!" "What the hell's happening in _ my _ bedroom?" the grey wolf exclaimed with her brows curling into a frown. She stared at her half-nude mother before her, glanced at her bulging crotch, and then stared at her flatmate eating out a... trap? who was now heavily blushing and trying to hide his body with a large pillow. "Oh, uh, your mom decided to drop by just when I got home with this cutie, Cecil. She wanted to watch" Lisbeth explained, now sitting on the edge of the bed with an innocent smile on her pale lips. "I mean, she told me you and her used to... sometimes..." Melanie's frown deepened as she dragged her eyes to her mothers face. "Told you _ what ?" she asked, her voice as cold as this year's winter in Boston. Lisbeth joined the trap in blushing and curled up next to him, leaving the wolves to deal with each other. Melanie's mother flashed a smile for her daughter and stepped closer. "Nothing too much, dearie. I know you don't really mind walking into this kind of situation" she cooed. "I wouldn't, but... _Fuck. At least ask for my permission first. And who the fuck is that?" She pointed at the rabbit that seemed a bit scared before her, especially after Melanie barged in like she did. Sensing the family drama probably be over, Lisbeth stood up and walked up to Melanie to give her a hug. "That's Cecil, a cute little trap I found." Wrapping her arms around the wolf, she leaned in to continue the description with a whisper. "Oh, and he's young... and submissive." "He's mine. You two have fun" Melanie said, relaxing slightly and eyeing the young trap up and down. "Here." The rabbit glanced to both of his sides as if there was someone else the wolf could be talking to until he slowly set the pillow aside, revealing his slender body and young, half-erect member. Used to the commands of the two other dominating women in the room, he moved slowly and on all fours, the rabbit's rear lightly wiggling right and left. Before Melanie could do anything, however, she was cut off by her mother stepping in front of her. "Not so fast, Melanie. I'll let you have your fun once you've dealt with me. And that" her mother said as she pointed down at her bulge, flashing her daughter a wide, toothed grin. "Lori, you bitch..." Melanie grunted at her mother, dropping down to her knees nonetheless. It wasn't the first time she had this kind of fun with her mother, and probably not the last, either. "Into names, are we? Well, so am I, so brace yourself, little _puppy" _she chuckled as she unbuttoned her jeans, letting them slowly slide down over her curvy rear and massive canine penis that was only half erect, but already wet with copious droplets of precum. Cecil, still on all fours behind Lori, stared at the woman before her and thought what he should do to be not left out. Before having time to decide, however, his head was pushed towards Lori's rear by Lisbeth, who had wondered back next to the trap. Carefully, Cecil placed his hand on Lori's rear cheeks and leaned in, planting a shy kiss on the wolf's pucker. The mature shemale wolf enjoyed all kind of pleasure she was administered and thus didn't mind one bit as the trap gave her back door cute little licks. Melanie, now kneeling before her mother, looked up at her before painfully slowly leaning in and giving the wolf's pink cock a rough lick from the top to the hilt, successfully making her mother shudder in pleasure. Her lips traveled back down by leaving kisses after every inch, of which there were plenty of. "Good little slut, aren't you? Hurry up, I want to feel your throat" the mature woman grunted, staring down at her daughter working on her canine member. Melanie teasingly dragged her lower lip over the tip of her mother's cock before carefully lifting it so it now pointed at her mouth. She closed in, bathing the member in the wetness of her warm, silky mouth. The tip dragged over her rough tongue and left behind a trail of pearly precum that gave a lovely, although a somewhat salty taste. Obviously Lori had eaten quite a lot of pineapple lately. Just as the tip was about to reach Mel's throat, she pulled back and only left the faucety tip between her lips, lightly sucking on it to get another taste of precum from the wolf standing before her. Then she closed in again, now notably faster, and took a good two thirds of the length intro her mouth, letting it even curve down slightly as it reached her throat. Her mother let out a throaty moan and she couldn't help but grin lightly. Meanwhile, Lisbeth had decided to continue playing with Cecil's butt and while she had merely been pressing on his pucker with her fingers, she now gave his rear a wet, wet kiss and not soon after, pushed her finger in. The trap moaned against Lori's tight ring but, being a good pet, didn't stop and instead picked up his pace, applying slight presurre with his tongue.