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After surfing through the channels for nearly an hour, Katy tossed the remote against the couch with tired frustration and threw her head back against the cushions.

She wasn't much of one for television in the first place, but this time, channel surfing was less about what was on the screen, and more about keeping her paws away from the inside of her thighs.

If she kept going at her folds, she was going to rub herself raw.

"Maybe I should go try reading a book or something," Katy muttered, keeping her words under her breath. She was home alone for the day, and didn't have anyone to hide that frustration from, but she couldn't help the aggression that was spurred on by her natural cycle.

Even with a special dose of medication in her daily routine, her body was riddled with such need that it overwhelmed her better judgment, and forced her to find new patience when she was already at the end of her rope.

Stepping out from the living room, she went back to her bedroom and flopped across her mattress with a long, heavy sigh. Her back arched and her hips pushed at the air as she tried to make herself comfortable, and only when she felt a warm, slow trickle of arousal down the inside of her thigh did she realize that she was literally trying to hump the air.

"I swear, that medicine isn't doing anything to help me out...mom said it was going to work this time!" she groaned. Her face nuzzled into the warm, cozy sheets of red, hoping that the feeling in her cheeks might distract her enough from reaching back between her legs once more...but her thighs stayed parted, and her paws were already starting to sneak back that way once more.

There was nothing she could do to keep one set of digits from spreading her petals apart, while the other dipped a single finger against the pouted flesh of her folds.

Even the sound of the front door opening was lost on her, and as her ears folded back with the weight of her natural heat, she kept pushing her pawtip further into her womanhood, until her knuckles came to rest against the tender flesh on the inside of her thighs.

"You know, some people like to close the door before they start doing something so...personal, Katy."

The hybrid looked up over her shoulder, but the usual bashfulness one might feel at being caught wasn't present in her stare. Her body was greedy, and her mind was following down the same path as she looked back and saw Trish standing in the doorway, clearly surprised by the sensual display.

"I wasn't really expecting any visitors," she admitted. "Typically, when you get to stay home sick for the day, you've got at least a few hours to yourself..."

"You can blame your father, then. He called me up and asked me to come check on you," Trish replied. "He felt that it would be for the best if you received a woman's perspective on the matter, instead."

Katy knew that she could blame the heat for the myriad of fantasies that were crossing her mind, but hearing about the presence of any male left her knees quivering against the covers. "Wish he would have told me you were coming over, then," she murmured. "Sorry, this...t-this is probably really weird for you. I'll get myself cleaned up."

Having come straight from work, Trish was standing in a composed contrast to Katy, still wearing her tight, pencil skirt and button-up shirt from the office. Her hair was neatly kept, her smile was professional, and all told, it really looked as though she was just making a house call to a customer.

Her friend's daughter, on the other hand, was sprawled over the bed and struggling to pick herself up, without making an erotic dance of the entire process.

"I'm not sure that stopping right now is the best thing for you," Trish claimed. "And you've got nothing to apologize for, dear. We've all been in your shoes before: feels like nothing is going to make those tingles go away, right?"

"I can only think of one thing that's going to help."

Trish giggled. "Well, you're not getting that thing...especially not when it's such a dangerous time for you to be sleeping around. Your father would kill me if I let that happen!"

"Well, since he's the one who sent you here in the first place, does he just want you to give me a talk? He's like...half a lifetime too late for that, honestly."

"No, my dear...I think he was hoping I'd be able to show you a few ways to sate those desires, instead of pursuing them and ending up with a child before you even get into college."

Katy raised a brow as she rolled onto her back and sat upright, facing Trish in all of her naked glory. "I can't believe my dad would call you in the hopes that you'd come sleep with me."

"Who said I was gonna sleep with you?" Trish asked, but even if the tone of her voice didn't give her intentions away, her knowing grin would have done the job. "I'm just here to make sure that you're not wasting all the time and effort that you're putting into...well...yourself."

Trish spoke in such a way that it gave Katy a moment of clarity: she knew that her heat was going to be difficult to deal with for a number of years, but even more than that, she didn't realize how much of her day it had consumed until she looked over at the clock, next to her bed.

She'd been masturbating for over two hours that day, and still, she felt like she needed something more than what she'd gotten.

"Maybe I am doing something wrong," Katy theorized. "But what difference does it make that you're here, now?"

Trish cocked a brow. "Sweetie, you need to give me some credit. I know more than a few ways to get the ache to stop, but if you're anything like me, it's not that you need a male, specifically."

"Then what is it?"

"What I always needed was company," Trish explained. As she spoke in a calm, soothing voice, she began unbuttoning the front of her blouse, making sure that her pace was never too fast or overbearing. "It wasn't just about having my bodily urges met, but as long as I could feel the touch from someone else, that always helped me to get through my cycles...didn't matter if it was a man or a woman, at that point."

Katy always viewed Trish as something of a second mother, which made it plenty awkward when the silver vixen began stripping her button-up away...but she still had almost no control over her urges; her eyes were undressing Trish long before anything intimate came into view.

"If you really think it'll be that easy, I guess it would be nice to give my wrist a break," Katy admitted. "At this point, I'm willing to try just about anything."

"Even if it's with me?"

Trish was more than happy to help in her own unique way, and she had a feeling that Gavin was hoping she'd try something like this, but she wanted to make sure that Katy knew what she was getting into before she finished shrugging her blouse away.

The fosky gave a brief, surprisingly eager nod to a woman that she'd always admired; she didn't know if the excitement she felt would still be there when her heat was through, but right then, she didn't have the resilience to listen to reason.

She could only hear the prying voice in the back of her mind, telling her that the only way she'd known sanity again was to seek relief in whatever form it took.

"In that case, lean back a little bit and get comfortable," Trish instructed. "Spread your thighs and let your mind wander...and I'll take care of the rest."

It made sense that Katy wasn't so familiar with how kinky the vixen could be; she had no idea what sort of history there was behind Trish and her own sexual escapades.

She was only going to get a sample of that, as she pushed her pencil skirt down to the floor and stepped out of her panties. A quiet sigh of relief came next as she unhooked the black lace of her brassier and let the cups fall to the floor, and finally, she stretched her arms overhead and let out a quiet, pleasured groan.

As Trish trembled with the tension of her stretch, Katy watched a woman that she'd only ever seen as comforting and caring become a genuine sexual interest, as if she'd revealed an entirely new person just by undressing herself.

"Thanks..." Katy whispered, feeling a brief streak of bashfulness in the middle of her bold, powerful heat. "For not making this weird."

"Thank you for trusting me," Trish replied, doing her best to keep Katy's best interests in mind. "I hope you know what you're getting into, letting me into your bed like this."

"Will I regret it?" Katy asked, allowing just a shimmer more of her suppressed, timid nature to show through.

Trish shook her head. "If you feel uncomfortable, just ask me to stop and I promise I will."

Katy smiled as she watched Trish climb into the bed next to her; her toes curled with excitement as the silver vixen leaned into her side and acted almost like a cushion for her, hoping to keep the younger hybrid comfortable.

"Just let your whole body relax," Trish encouraged her with a delicate whisper, tickling the inside of her earlobe. "Lean into me if you need to, and let whatever happens, happen...I promise you'll feel better in no time at all."

An experienced beauty herself, Trish didn't know _exactly_where she needed to touch Katy, but she had plenty of educated guesses to work with, as she curled a paw around the fosky's cheek. Stroking slow, delicate touches through her fur and soothing Katy just as much as she excited her, the vixen trailed her other paw along the inside of her thigh.

Pawtips walked through her fur, taking their time and exploring the smoother, softer follicles that she felt near her crotch. Trembling with anticipation, Katy's eyes begged Trish to move a little faster, but the vixen knew what she was doing, and the young hybrid could only trust her as fingertips came to rest on either side of swollen, pouted labia.

"What if...w-what if I want this to last a little bit?" Katy asked, feeling the tiniest bit awkward about the warm embrace: Trish was like a second mother to her, and until that point, that really was the basis of their relationship.

A single press of a pawpad against her slick, open entrance completely changed that dynamic, and with a skillful dip, it eased inside of Katy and shifted her perspective on who Trish could be to her, as much as what.

"And here I thought you wanted to feel some relief!" Trish teased, keeping her finger mobile with a slow, easy back-and-forth. "But I can get you there as fast or as slow as you like, darling. I know being in heat can make you say things you don't mean, but I trust your body to be honest with me."

Katy was warming up to the idea so quickly that she didn't know why she hesitated in the first place. There was more than comfort in Trish's embrace, and more than pleasure in her touch: within that hold, she felt like someone understood the terrible difficulty she had with her bodily needs, and in those long, slow strokes was the cure, simulating a deep penetration...but it wasn't until she felt the second finger next to the first that it became fulfilling.

"Yeah...nnnyeah, t-that...that feels so much better than anything I tried," Katy confessed. She could feel Trish smirking against her cheek as inner walls clenched feverishly at skillful digits, but no matter how her womanhood fought back, Trish was able to keep Katy stuffed and squirming. "Feels like you're p-pressing against something...inside? What is that?"

There was a brief, teasing giggle against the velvety base of Katy's ear as she let out a bewildered moan. "You've really never touched your own g-spot before? It's no wonder you can't get over this...your poor little clit is probably all worn out, but you need something more than you even knew you could have. I'm honored that I'll be giving you your first, my dear."

Quivering paws clenched the sheets: Katy was already getting closer to a release than she had all day by herself. She was trying to take notes of what Trish was doing right, but knowing that she'd be home every night anyway, the fosky made a note to simply ask her for help again the next time she saw her; working through her heat with someone else was a lot more fun than trying to take care of it on her own.

"My f-first what?" Katy asked, stammering over her words and wincing an eye as she naturally tensed up. "Oh, o-oh fuck, Trish! Feels like s-something's gonna come out..."

"Let it," Trish immediately encouraged her, watching the young hybrid with a delighted, eager grin. "Just let your body do what comes natural, baby...you'll feel so much better!"

The pressure of the vixen's wrist against Katy's pubic mound left her victim to every touch against her g-spot, and the extra weight upon it from both sides finally pushed the hybrid to a new, higher climax.

The rapid come-and-go of a clitoral orgasm was what she came to expect, but this one started out slower and softer. She felt like she might be floating, but as she panted rapidly, she felt heightening bliss with every touch against the small, spongy flesh inside of her passage. It continued to climb all the way through the act, until finally, she felt a small, messy squirt of feminine arousal push from her petals.

It soaked across the vixen's wrist, and as she felt it, Trish only grinned wider and kept up her pressure on the spot, wanting to make Katy's first vaginal orgasm a memorable one.

"Trish, I c-can't stop it!"

"That's okay," Trish immediately soothed her, watching the lucky girl shudder with earthly delight. "Just let it all out, baby."

"No, not that; it's...f-fuck, it's s-something else!"

Trish blinked for a moment as she felt something warmer splashing against her wrist. She was familiar with women who could squirt that much volume, but the heat was what cued her into the reality of what had just happened.

"That's still okay," Trish assured the young hybrid. She moved her digits back and left Katy's womanhood gaping, clenching at the air in desperation for another insertion. "We'll just have to wash the sheets when we're all done..."

Thanks to the burden of her heat, Katy wasn't able to be as embarrassed as she wanted to be, but there was no hiding the bashful squirm that shook her body as a long, arcing streak of piss sprayed across the bed. She found it odd that Trish was encouraging her to keep going, but in the face of such a powerful climax, she'd lost so much bodily control that she couldn't stop herself: she could only pant with forbidden ecstasy and watch as she made a terrible mess of her comforter set.

She still couldn't believe what she'd just done, as the stream weakened and eased back toward her body...but all the while, Trish watched with an approving and encouraging eye, as if she were aroused by the sight of what Katy had just done.

"Trish, I...c-can't move..."

"Shh; it's okay, Katy. Just relax," the vixen whispered. "You're gonna need a moment...but you'll be just fine, baby. There's no doubt in my mind."

Katy was sure that she picked up an aroma of arousal from Trish in the aftermath, but she was too exhausted to do anything about it, even if she was bold enough to ask.

She'd find the courage to question Trish some other time: for now, she was content to sit in the afterglow and look at the mess she made with pride...and more importantly, relief.

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