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Himematsuri

Have you ever looked into the history of the place you called home? Ever studied to see who discovered your local community or who named it, something like that? Ever curious to the ancient laws and rituals of days old, the ones you may hear about in legend and myth, but are far too archaic to be believed in today?

Have you?

In Document City, specifically on the northern end close to the mountain range, there is one such aged legend. But even among the old stories of the city, this is one is far too sinful, far too taboo to be spoken of in casual conversation. An old ritual that was eradicated from nearly all text books and internet searches that detail Document City. And even if you did find a passage here or there describing it, it's often times dismissed as nothing more than frivolous slander.

Hundreds of years ago, a certain mountain village in what would be the modern-day location of the suburban community known as 'Emerald Hills', was said to have passed down a custom from their originating country. Once a year, boys who have reached a suitable age, would gather within the village's shrine. There, a woman playing the role of Himegami - the village's guardian deity - would visit them.

To Himegami, the boys offer their virginity and attain manhood. In return, Himegami herself is said to maintain eternal youth by bathing in the boys' semen. Together, they spend all night, having sexual intercourse until the morning comes.

Yes, a sinful and taboo ritual indeed.

It was known by the name of the Himematsuri, and like many stories from the days of old, it faded away into nothing more than legend and obscurity. However, there are some people who attest that this forbidden ritual continues to be performed in secret to this very day.

...

It was laundry day, and you know what that means. Gather up all of the family's dirty clothes, put them in one bin, then spend a few hours transferring them from the bin, to the washing machine, to the dryer, and then back into another bin, this time filled with clean clothes. Typically, such a thing felt like nothing more than a good way to kill one's day with shear, monotonous boredom.

Damn, it made her want to put a gun to her head.

But this time... ooooooooh... this time... this time, things were_different._ This time, things were hotter. This time, laundry day happened to fall squarely in the middle of that time of year most beastkin go through, where their body runs hot and their inhibitions run rampant. It has many different names to many different species, but it all means the same thing.

Samantha Salem was in heat.

Now, for most people, getting into heat isn't too much of a problem. Sure, it's bothersome and annoying, but most reasonable young adults can overcome the affects of heat through shear willpower. Yes, they may be hornier than usual, but that's not too much of a problem.

But Samantha wasn't your typical young adult going through heat.

"Haaaa... fuuuuck... I... I've been waiting for this all day...!" she muttered to herself.

The sunlight glowed through the window of her family's laundry room, illuminating the young woman within. Her black and gray fur, her bandit mask, her hazel eyes... and the incredibly rosy-red cheeks that adorned her face.

Heat ran through her body like a volcano; from the tips of her ears to the bottom of her toes, and all of it centered in around her womanhood. How hot and puffy it was, throbbing and yearning to be touched as it sat between her thick thighs and legs. She quivered in desire whilst rubbing those sumptuous thighs together, trying and struggling to keep that arousal deep within. If anything, rubbing only served to keep her arousal at a base level, drawing it out further and further.

But that's okay, because now, she finally had the chance to relieve herself of this tension.

Her hazel eyes leered at the basket before her, the one filled with all of their dirty clothes. Hers mixed in with her mothers' clothes, piled upon one another haphazardly. She had done this enough times to know what went where, and what not to mix together, but she didn't care about any of that at the moment. No, her hand delved deep into the basket of dirty clothes, searching for something inside. Something her mother was just wearing, something she wears all the time.

Early in the morning, between the time of 9 AM to 10 or even 11 AM, out on the sidewalks of their fair neighborhood of Emerald Hills, you'd see her running in such tight gym clothes. A wolfess, tall, strong, fur that was blazing red, and her eyes a sharp green. Her body is usually aglow from all the sweat she's accumulated during her run, and the the way the sun illuminates her only increases that already magnetizing shine.

She was a woman whose radiant beauty turned many heads. An amazon of a wolfess, and an exemplary representation of the long arm of the law. Mmmm... yeeeessss... such a long arm indeed. Oh, and so strong too. Arms used for picking up things... for squeezing things... mmm... maybe even choking them as well...

"Haaaaa... fuuuuck..."

Samantha shuddered just thinking about such a thing, a kooky smile even appearing on her ruby-red face. Her hand was still rummaging through the bin of clothes beneath her, shifting one way, then the other, searching, searching, searching until finally...

"Y-yes! Yes! There you are!"

Eyes wide and mouth curled into a near delirious smile, Samantha's gaze landed on something so rubbery, something so smooth to the touch. Grabbing the garment tightly, she pulled it out, revealing it to be a tight pair of gym shorts. They were jet black, with a white blue streak running down the side of it.

These were her shorts; the shorts of the red wolfess, the shorts of her adoptive mother. They easily cradled her legs and thighs, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. Sometimes when she goes out running with her mother in the morning, it takes everything in Samantha's power to _not_ogle her ass like the world's finest slab of meat. Keeping pace with her mother, but staying right behind her, watching those legs and thighs push back and forth, while the perfectly round and sculpted ass bounced and quivered.

Mmmmm... it made her hot just thinking about!

It's wrong to have such thoughts about your mother, but when one's mind is swimming in heat, things like right and wrong get jumbled. Sure, it is wrong to have impure thoughts of one's mother, but it was also the impurity of such thoughts that only made them that much better. The sinfulness, the taboo thrill, mmmmmm, it made her legs shiver even more!

But it's not like Samantha could just walk up to her mother and throw herself at her, not unless she wanted to ruin her life! And while the heat was messing with her brain, it didn't control her. So the raccoon did the next best thing.

She masturbated. A lot.

Holding the tight gym shorts that belonged to her mother, Samantha brought it close to her nose. Taking a few chaste whiffs of it, a thrilling surge of pleasure ran immediately from her nostrils and straight to her brain. Oh yes, fuck, that's the good stuff! She could smell her mother's very being soak deep into the fibers of the stretchy shorts. Sweat and musk built up from running in the morning, all of which accumulated right in these tight pants.

"Haaahhahahahahahhaaa...!"

Shuddering again, Samantha's pussy suddenly pulsed. Her panties felt incredibly tight, rubbing up against the lips of her womanhood and sending further bolts through her. Reaching her hand down between those thighs of hers, the raccoon began to fondle and rub her cunt through the casual sweat pants she was wearing, but that didn't do much. No, that only stoked the flames deeper, which served to push Samantha deeper.

"Mmmmmmffff!"

Slapping those shorts up to her face, the lust-drunk raccoon began to smell them in earnest. It not only sent so much pleasure through her body, but it also put so many sinful thoughts into her brain. Images of her mother running yet again, and all that sweat that pours from her stomach, her abs, hell, even up from under her sports bra. All of it, soaking and oozing down, captured right here at the very bottom. Some caught in her panties, others caught in her short; all of it creating a spicy and delicious odor.

And Samantha just couldn't have enough of it.

"_Sniiiiifffff!_Hrrrrrnnghhh! Mmmmmmffff!"

She smelled those pants more and more, holding it up to her face with one hand, while her other hand finally couldn't take it anymore. Reaching beneath the waistband of her sweat pants, the raccoon pushed inside so that her fingers could touch her pussy directly. Those hot, throbbing lips were already secreting her honey, oozing them upon her digits. Stroking the lips of her pussy, Samantha further built her arousal while she continued to indulge in the musky odor that belonged to her mother, and the more she sniffed, the stronger that pull became.

"Hooooo fuuuuckk!" she groaned out, as if she really was fucking someone.

Those fingers curled around finally, her index finger slipping into her folds. Immediately her cunt tightened around that invasive digit, where it clamped and squeezed so hard upon her. It was the only thing that could make Samantha pull away from her mother's shorts, for the raccoon threw her head back in shear lust.

The odor of her mother, the finger in her cunt, and the thoughts that were in her head, all served to help push Samantha over the edge. No longer caring about where she was, she started to furiously pump her finger in and out of her pussy, masturbating in earnest within the laundry room. That digit of hers scraped along the velvety walls of her womanhood, making it just that much hotter and damper. Her panties and sweatpants grew absolutely soaked because of this, and her own scent began to overpower that of her mother.

And Samantha just couldn't have that.

Throwing further caution to the wind, the raccoon placed her mother's gym shorts on her head, letting it trap her on all ends with the heavy, sweaty, musky odor that the wolfess owned. Gripped on all sides with darkness covering her eyes and the smell overpowering her nose, Samantha fully and truly lost herself to her taboo fantasies.

Of the wolfess overpowering her, dominating her, taking her, and their hot, sweaty bodies pressing into one another, over and over and over and over again. Sex everywhere: on the couch, in her room, in her mothers' room, in the halls, in the garage, in the backyard; fuck, Samantha didn't care. She just fingered herself, more and more, harder and harder, until finally she couldn't take it anymore.

"Hrng!? Nnngh!? Haaaaaaahhhhhh!!!"

Thrusting her hips up and forward, Samantha screwed her eyes shut and let her tongue hang from her mouth, all as she started to coat her pants and fingers in her lustful juices. They squirted from her cunt like a busted dam, soaking those digits down and filling the room with the smell of sex. And when it was all said and done, the raccoon merely fell back upon the floor, panting and groaning after such an intense moment of self pleasure.

"Haaaah... haaaa... haaaaah... shit... it feels... so fucking good," Samantha groaned as she leaned up, one hand pulling off those shorts from her head, "Haaaa... hhrrnngh... mmmff..."

Her senses returned to (relative) normal, the raccoon's hazel eyes gazed up towards the pastel-white ceiling of the laundry room. Her legs were twitching and throbbing though, far too weak for her to move. Sooner or later she'd need to get moving, less her mother walk in and find her in post-coitus bliss.

Ah... but a few more minutes of laying here never hurt anyone, right?

"Haaaa... haaaa... okay... mmmm... haaaaa... mmmm... mommy..." she whispered blissfully to herself, her eyes slowly closing shut, "Haaaaa..."

The door to the laundry room was slightly open.

...

Being a mother is hard. Like... super fucking hard. Dammit, she wished she listened to her older sister more about this back in the day; she'd know how to handle this. Then again, her older sister's kids hadn't even reached their pre-teens yet, so perhaps she was being overly enthusiastic when it came to talking to her. Still, her sister was a mother, a real mother. She carried her two boys and one girl in her womb for nine months, and gave birth to every single last one. Not... not all at once, mind you; they aren't triplets.

Ugh... great... she's thinking about this too hard again.

Lucretia Salem was a woman who's life was very simple, and very laid out for her. She'd be a police officer, she'd work in her field until she became a detective, she'd be a detective, and then she'd die. Four simple steps, easy to follow too. But then one day a certain chocolate bunny asked her out for dinner, and well...

Let's just say her life became a hell of a lot more confusing, a hell of a lot faster.

Lucretia was a twenty-nine-year-old wolf, and a member of the legendary 'Salem' family. Primarily wolves, they were known for upholding the law, no matter when, no matter where. Be they police officers or detectives, judges or attorneys, there's not one branch of law and order that a Salem isn't a part of. And for the most of her life, Lucretia looked to be no different from the rest of her family.

She was a Salem, through and through. From the blazing red fur of her body, to the sharp green eyes that could peel through a crime scene faster than a machine, and all wrapped in the toned, powerful body of a virtual amazon. Standing at over six-feet tall? Check. Musculature on her arms, legs, shoulders, and thighs? Check? Six-pack abs? Check. Boobs of steel with a G-Cup? You bet your fucking ass that's a check.

Lucretia was power in motion, easily the strongest member of the Document City Police Department, and with very few who'd refute such a claim. About the only thing that matched her physical prowess would have to be either her endless stomach, or the endless love she had for her family.

And quite the odd little family that was.

Veronica North was almost everything Lucretia wasn't. She wasn't a police officer, but instead a baker. She wasn't a wolf, but instead a hare. She didn't have red fur, instead having a brown coat. And she wasn't really the strongest in any department, instead being small, cute, and cuddly.

She was the owner of a local bakery in Document City, a place known as Pastry Puffs. Two years ago, she asked Lucretia out to have dinner at her place, and as they old saying goes, the rest his history. There's was a whirlwind romance, happening rather fast and rather hard. And despite all the ups and downs, be it work from their personal businesses, or drama from their family (or a certain terrorist attack one Christmas), they remained hard and true with one another.

"Haaa... Roni... I don't know what to do with her. Haaa... she did it_again_..."

"Oh... oh no... not in the laundry room?"

Raising her phone, the wolfess sighed as she leaned on the counter top of her kitchen, its screen facing towards her. On the other end of the phone, looking back at her with a face of concern, was her lover and wife, Veronica. She was halfway across the country on family business, with Lucretia's job keeping her pinned at home. Even on a normal week they'd hate being away from one another, but with Samantha being in heat like she was, this was doubly so for Lucretia.

"It wouldn't be so problematic if she just closed the laundry room door," Lucretia groaned as she pulled back, "It's one thing that she's masturbating to me of all people, but does she have to keep the door open... and have it be so loud as well!?"

"She's young, Luca. This is normal in a young woman's body," replied Veronica through the screen, though Lucretia herself could only sigh.

"She's nineteen, Roni," she retorted whilst running her hand through her hair, "Look, I don't go through heat, but I'm smart enough to know that heat typically dies down around one's pre-teens. And even if it does persist into adulthood, it shouldn't be _this_strong..."

"Remember, Lucretia, her lifestyle probably stunted her growth in things like this," Veronica replied, "It's must have laid dormant in her for all these years, and now that she has a stable life with you and I, she finally gets the chance to let loose all of these emotions."

"I get that but... urrgghh... of all the people she could masturbate to, why does it have to be me?" Lucretia groaned before slumping back against the counter, "Why can't she just... I don't know, download porn from off the internet or something?"

"Heh... well... you know how much Samantha worships the ground you walk on," the hare replied through the phone screen, "She even hopes to be a police officer like you. Maybe... maybe Samantha has an Oedipus Complex."

"A what complex?"

"An Oedipus com... hmm... ah... never mind," she shook her head, "It just means that Samantha really, really adores you, Lucretia. I think it's flattering, really."

"Flattering my ass," Luca bemoaned, "You haven't overheard her masturbate to you whilst smelling your shorts and panties, have you?" she stuck out her tongue, "Look, I know she's adopted, but I'm still her mother! That's disgusting! Jeeze... I never thought I'd say this, but I wish she was still dating that catgirl. At least she'd be able to deal with this."

"Look, Lucretia, dealing with heat is simple; there's a bunch of different ways to do it," Veronica stated, "And since it's clear she isn't going to let it die down any time soon, maybe you should go and find away to dampen her heat until it subsides. Like you can try--"

"Hey! Veronica! We're heading out now!" a voice suddenly called out from over the hare's shoulder, making her turn to face whoever spoke to her.

"Okay! Coming!" she replied, before gazing back towards Lucretia through her smartphone, "Sorry sweetie, I have to go."

"It's okay Roni, I'll figure it out," Lucretia said, to which Veronica gave a sweet and beaming smile.

"Oh, I know you will! You're my big bad wolf; you never fail at anything!"

She then pursed her lips, causing Lucretia to do the same. Moving in, their lips pressed upon the screen in unison, sharing a kiss as best they could through the smartphone. When they pulled back, they then waved goodbye towards one another.

"I love you, Luca."

"Love you too, Roni."

Click!

With the call ended, Lucretia let out an exasperated groan. Great, now she had to figure out a way to deal with Samantha's heat on her own. Something like this was already difficult enough, but for Luca to do it - someone who many would say is as stiff as a robot - it became even that much more daunting. Like, shit, she needed to research some way to deal with a person's heat before she lost her mind listening to Samantha masturbate to her again.

Ugh, the fact that this is something that even ran through her mind was enough to make Lucretia's fur stand on end.

"Haaa... shit... what am I going to do with her...?" she muttered to herself.

Tap tap...

Ears twitching, Lucretia turned to face the doorway to her kitchen where her eyes befell a raccoon. She was what many saw at the third wheel of their relationship, the odd one out; a girl who was simply out of place among the two paramours. A raccoon, black and gray fur, hazel eyes, and an expression that was always snarling and scowling. From a far, she looked to be your typically aloof, indifferent, bratty teen, and when she opens her mouth, she often times lives up to such a description. If only her age matched it.

Samantha Salem was a lot of things. A bitch to some, a friend to others, but to Lucretia and Veronica Salem, she was their daughter. A nineteen-year-old raccoon whom they had plucked off the street and saved from a life of poverty years ago now, she was their daughter in every sense of the word save for blood. And as you already know, she's currently going through her heat.

Samantha was slender when it came to her upper torso, with a modest chest that she always felt was far too small. Her waist was thin, but it bottomed out into such a large, round butt, and such thick thighs and legs. Often times, Veronica had described her as 'pear-shaped'. Lucretia - being the thick-headed wolfess she is - never got it.

"H-hey, Mom," Samantha said, her cheeks red with blush.

"Hey, Sammy, everything alright?" Lucretia asked, to which the raccoon merely shook her head.

"I really wish it was," she replied, her hand running along her head and through her hair, "I'm just... haaa... really hot and really sweaty and really fucking horny all the time..."

"Hey, language," Lucretia said as she pointed at her daughter, "I know you're in heat, but that's no excuse to let your tongue slip."

"Y-yeah... s-sorry... hfffuuuuuh..." she shook her head before smiling, "W-well... at least I'm not acting all kooky and girly, so that's a plus, right?"

Yeah right. Lucretia would totally prefer kooky and girly Samantha, over 'masturbate to my mother' Samantha. Such a strange usage of those words. Seriously 'mother' and 'masturbate' should never be in the same sentence, no matter the context.

"I think... I think I'm going to turn on all my fans and point them at myself," Samantha said, a bit of sweat forming on her brow... even though it was probably only sixty degrees at the most in their kitchen.

Sure, one could blame it on her heat for her profuse sweating, but Lucretia was a cop; she was trained in the art of reading someone's line of sight. And boy, Samantha couldn't be any more terrible at hiding her salacious gazes unless she was practically screaming it. Broadcast on a blatant level, the hazel eyes of the raccoon were aimed directly towards her mother's bosom.

A casual woman within the comfort of her own home, Lucretia was wearing just a simple muscle shirt. It was thin though, its cleavage wide enough to give an unapologetic glimpse towards her massive chest. Samantha shivered at the sight of it, more sweat forming on her brown as she peered deep into that cleavage her mother owned. Such lovely tits; how would it feel to squeeze them, hold them, snuggle up to them, even suck from them? Oh, she was so jealous of her other mother now; she got to sleep with Lucretia every night!

But there's a difference between heatedly masturbating to her mother's smelly shorts, and just straight on ogling her chest in a blatant manner. In heat though she may be, Samantha had enough mental fortitude to slap herself for being so blatant in her lewdness. No, no, she'll save that for later, when her heat flares up again and she needs to deal with it.

Assuming it wasn't coming over her right now.

"S-sorry!" the raccoon apologized as she pulled away, "I-I'll be in my room! See you at dinner!"

"Yeaaaaaaah..." Lucretia replied, her tone clearly perturbed.

She wanted to say something to Samantha, something kind and reassuring... but really, Lucretia was way out of her depth of field. Salems don't go into heat like other beastkin do, thanks to some biological quirk they bred into themselves many decades ago. Heh, only further proving why she needed Veronica here to help deal with their daughter. She came from a large family of rabbits who all go through heat; she'd know what to do, right?

Rabbits... do go through heat, right? She's not just... ah... never mind.

Lucretia was lost, and she needed some help. But with Veronica busy and far away at the moment, and with this being a rather sensitive topic, Luca knew she couldn't just go to anyone. So she turned to that one source of aid we all turn to eventually in our life.

The_internet!_

"C'mon, c'mon!" muttered the wolfess as she tapped away at her smartphone, "There's gotta be something here that isn't too awkward that I can do!"

Perhaps she should have searched better. Perhaps she should have worded her words better. Perhaps Lucretia shouldn't have even consulted with the internet, and instead spoke to her friend Dr. Hold, or, damn, just go to a pharmacy. Instead - in her haste for immediate and quick answers - she found... this...

"The Himema-what now?"

The Himematsuri... why did this sound vaguely familiar to her? She had lived in Document City all of her life, so she recognized this as something she may have heard of in her days. Luca's knowledge on her home ran deep, seeing as how it ran congruently with the history of her family, the Salems.

But... she didn't know enough about the Himematsuri. Why is that?

"Huh? Oooohh... shit..."

Okay,that's why she doesn't know enough of the Himematsuri. Reading the information before her, it came off as being a bit too outlandish to believe, right? Guardian deities, all-night orgies, eternal youth; how could anyone believe this? But as she thought about it a little bit more... yeah, it seemingly aligned with what she had heard.

Once again, the history of Document City runs congruently with the history of the Salem family.

Who is Himegami? Well, the myths say that Himegami is not actually the village's guardian deity, but is instead a woman chosen from the village proper. Typically a mother of one of the boys who will attain manhood, she dresses herself up and stylizes her face with makeup, calling herself 'Himegami' in order to mask who she really is. She then takes it upon herself to sleep with the boys - as well as her own son - in order to quell their, ahem, raging hormones.

Well, Lucretia had half of that down pact; she was most certainly a mother, although Samantha wasn't a boy. But, whoa, slow down; why was she considering something like this? She should have just forced this from her mind and continued to research things like a sane canis lupus. Or, ya'know, just call her doctor friend, like she should have done in the first place.

On the other hand, well, she did want to find a quick and easy way to deal with Sammy's current heat, and the internet did provide. Playing the role of Himegami for the night would solve both of their problems. Samantha's heat will be dealt with, and Lucretia would no longer have to deal with it.

But... like... isn't that cheating? And isn't that incest? Sure, Samantha wasn't her birth daughter, but she was adopted, so that's still wrong, right? Dammit, maybe she was thinking too hard on this; maybe the answer was far simpler than she thought. But, hey, nothing ventured, nothing gained. Besides, what happened here may help in the future when she and Veronica decided to have birth children. But until then...

"Hey, Sammy!" Lucretia called as she faced the doorway to the kitchen, "I'm heading out for a little bit, I'll be back!"

"O... okay!" replied the raccoon from upstairs, "Umm... like... I'll just be here... I guess..."

Lucretia nodded in response, though she figured her daughter would be doing more than just sit at home. Jeeze, the wolfess was truly afraid that their home would start to smell like nothing but Samantha's sex at this rate; she really needed to deal with her, and quick. So getting up and grabbing her keys, Lucretia headed for the door.

There was a few things she needed to buy.

...

They say fearlessness is proportionate to how much of a fool one is. You know that old saying, right? 'Only fools are fearless'? Yeah, well, if that's the case... then she was being on big, fucking fool.

Slowly Samantha opened the door behind her, a burst of scent filling her air. The combined odors of a rabbit and a wolf, sweaty, musky, overpowering. The room was simple though big; the master bedroom of their two-story home, meaning it was the home of her mothers, if you didn't notice.

And just like a room shared by two people with two conflicting natures who were so incredibly in love, it somehow held a semblance of unity and balance in it. Veronica's artistic, motherly nature was showed with the bedrooms more brighter colors, especially in its vanity mirror which was a rather blue color. It was all so very dainty and organized too, meaning one could easily find that which they were looking for.

Contrast that with Lucretia's things, which was so very straightforward, so very conservative and militarized. Lucretia was a cop, one who was devoted to law and order at that, and that was reflected in her home life. Her things were either black or silver, and - just like her significant other - was also very organized and easy to find.

But it's not like their bedroom was split down the middle; one half for Veronica, one half for Lucretia. No, their things were harmonized, shared between one another, as one would suspect of spouses. For some, things may get a bit confusing, especially since they were both women. Then again, one was a wolf as tall as a mountain, and the other was a tiny hare; yeah, there wasn't much crossover when it came to the clothes they wore.

Dresses, pants, button up shirts, blouses. Yeah, you could clearly tell what was Lucretia's clothes and what were Veronica's.

Samantha's hands slowly danced along a black drawer, one containing the clothes belonging to her mothers. Sliding open one of its chests, her eyes fell upon a large collection of bras and panties. They all came in different colors, some had support, some did not, some were elegant, some were simple. But what Samantha cared about was size. The larger the cup size the better, because that meant it belonged to her amazon of a mother.

"There... there... there!"

Grabbing a black bra, the raccoon raised it up high and checked it. Yup, G-size; Lucretia's cup-size. Unlike the other bras though, this one carried only the faintest of scents of her mother. Dammit, she was far too hasty in cleaning the clothes today; she should have stowed away a smelly pair of panties or something to retain that scent of her mother. But you know; heat-addled mind and all that, meaning she wasn't thinking straight.

And really, this was stupid as well. Sniffing her mother's panties in the laundry room was one thing, but now she was in her parents' bedroom entirely; they sleep in here! If she was trying to be sneaky before (despite her terrible attempts to do so), she was being blatantly obvious now.

Blatantly obvious... not like she cared, not at the moment. No, Samantha turned that bra around, aimed those cups with her face, and--

"Mmmmfffff!"

Shoved her nose right into them.

Her nostrils flaring, Samantha began sniffing her mother's bra, her mind filled with thoughts of that red wolf and her big, lovely, breasts. Such lofty tits too, ones she could imagine squeezing and snuggling up to for hours, days even, if given the chance. Oh, she groaned in her fantasies, all while imagining her head stuffed up against those breasts. Maybe even squeezed between them, all after her mother's morning workout. So that meant so much sweat, all of it, oozing down the curvature of her breasts, and falling right upon Sammy's head, face, and nose.

Especially her nose.

"_Sniiiiiiirrrrkkk!!!_Haaa! Mommy! Mmmmmmm!"

She started masturbating again, slipping her hands right between her thighs where she rubbed her womanhood through her pants. She could feel the moistness of her cunt, oozing against her panties and her sweatpants, building up that sweltering heat between her thighs. Harder and harder she rubbed, the silky fabric of her panties stroking along the plump labia of her cunt. Damn, it made her legs wobble, wobble to the point that she fell over into her parents' bed.

But Samantha didn't care; the lustful raccoon was far too over the moon to care about something as simple as that. That heat-addled mind drove her to keep stroking her pussy and smell her mother's bra, all while more sinful, lewd thoughts filled her brain.

Laying on that couch, her mother's arm wrapped around her shoulder, while Samantha - a horny, drooling mess - would grab and grope those big tits. Squeezing into those red, furry orbs, pressing her fingers into them. Would they be soft or firm? Perky or droopy? No, no, this is her mother she's thinking about, the one who hunts down and fights criminals as her business. There's no way Lucretia's tits would be anything but absolute perfection! Nice and firm, lovely and perky, mmmm... yeeesss...

"Mommy! Haaaaa... hrrrrrngh! Smother me! Mmmmmm...! Smooother meee!"

Yes, quite the turn for her imagination. Of Lucretia pushing her over on the couch, grinning from cheek to cheek. Then she'd push her breasts down over her head, making it hard - if not impossible - for Samantha to breathe. All she could smell was her mother's sweat and breasts, drowning her in pleasure.

It was so intense... or, well, the real thing would be so intense. This imitation through her bra would have to suffice for now.

"Hrrrrgh!"

And suffice they did with gusto!

Samantha slipped her hands right into her pants, no longer pleased with stroking her pussy through her pants. Her fingers curling, she penetrated herself, masturbating in earnest upon her mothers' bed, all whilst smelling Lucretia's bra. The powerful scent of those lupine breasts were all Sammy needed, and she used it for all it was worth.

Her digits curled between her pussy's lips, pushing inside of herself and stroking upon her inner depths. So much feminine cum began to coat her fingers, while Samantha hoisted her ass up high. She could feel the juices from her cunt ooze down her thighs, while her heavy, randy scent started to fill the air around her.

"Oh yes, Mommy, oh yes!" she cried, her voice shrill as if she were running a marathon, "Fuck me! Mmmm! Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Aaaaahn! Spank me! Ah! Choke me! Aaaaahh! Harder! Harder!"

Her cries continued to build, her shaking hips getting faster and faster, her thrusting fingers more courageous. All together it built to a zenith, as Samantha's hazel eyes grew wide and her mouth agape.

"AAAAAHHHHHHH!"

Throwing her head back where her short black hair flew through the wind, the raccoon let out an ear-splitting cry as she came so hard in her pants and panties. The overwhelming scent of her lusts filled the air along with her spasming cunt, some juices flowing to the point that it stained the bed beneath her. Ultimately, it left Samantha panting and wailing, even rolling over on her back as she looked up to the ceiling above.

"Fuck... shit... that was amazing... haaaaaa..." the bandit-masked girl muttered as she slumped over the bed's edge to fall on her feet, "Sniiiiiifffffff... mmmm... Mommy..."

Her eyes closed blissfully just thinking about her yet again, while her mind started to drift... elsewhere. Haaa... if only... if only... there's no way something like her fantasies could ever happen, right? Yeah, just the heat-fueled dreams of a horny young woman; nothing more, nothing less. Once her heat passed, everything would go back to normal.

Once her heat passed...

Once her heat passed...

...

Dinner was difficult for Samanth and Lucretia both, really. Despite the fact that she masturbated before dinner, sitting across the table from her mother of whom she lusted for made talking rather difficult, as one may suspect. The same was true on Lucretia's end, seeing as how she was more than aware of the fact that her daughter was looking at her with those eyes. Not made any better by the simple - though still good - fast food Lucretia brought on the way home from her trip.

Hey, she's a police officer, not a chef!

Regardless, they didn't talk much, just traded looks between one another, before averting eyes. Well, at least on Luca's end; she was sure most of Samantha's gazes were aimed squarely with her breasts. Maybe her shirt at the moment was showing too much cleavage...

"Okaaaaaay... mmmfff... I-I think I'm gonna go to bed now," Samantha muttered, her hazel eyes gazing sheepishly at Lucretia from behind her bandit mask.

"Hm? But it's only nine, Sammy," Luca said, her head shaking, "Look, you're 19 now; you don't have to go to bed at 10 anymore..."

"I-I know but..." she shook her head, "Look, Mom, ha, you know I'm in heat right now so... nnnghh... I-I'm just going to take a quick shower and try to... to sleep it off."

Boy, weren't they an odd pair? Lucretia's stiff roboticism making it damn-near impossible for her to deal with Samantha's heat, while Sammy's own stunted growth meant her heat was practically twice as bad as it typically would be. Damn, they really needed Veronica there to help balance out their odd, awkward, emotional ignorance, huh?

Watching Samantha leave the kitchen table, Lucretia leaned on her elbow, her green eyes sitting on the doorway. Despite how annoying and uncomfortable this was, Luca did feel bad for her daughter. Suffering in heat with a parent who was as ignorant to dealing with it as she was... yeah, it wasn't really an enviable position, was it?

But Luca also just felt slightly ashamed of herself. Like... isn't she supposed to be a mother? She should know how to deal with this, right? She could deal with Samantha's emotional needs as the strong, stoic, fatherly type, but she couldn't handle her biological problems? Even though - technically - that should make the most sense to her, since she too is a female?

Dammit... dammit, dammit, dammit! No, Luca wouldn't be stopped by this. Fortunately, she had already taken the steps necessary to help her daughter with such a thing. And now that Samantha was heading to bed, it was the perfect time to enact Lucretia's plan.

After a little bit of mental preparation, that is...

FWWWWOOOOOOOSSSHHHHH!!!

"Haaaaaaaah...!"

Like, damn, what was wrong with her? She was nineteen-years-old, and was still suffering through heat like a fucking preteen? What is her problem? Perhaps that's okay; maybe that's forgivable, even. But masturbating to one's own mother - adoptive or otherwise - is something else entirely different.

As the waters of the showers cascaded down Samantha's body, she groaned in delight. The cold shower she was taking somehow made the heat she felt in her loins that much more manageable. But even then, that may be a fleeting defense; something that would only last until the end of the night, before she'd need to find another way to douse her lusts.

If that's even possible by now...

Reaching her hands down between her legs, the raccoon began to stroke at her nether lips yet again. Even the mere touch caused Samantha to flinch and pull back, a moan leaving her lips. Damn, just a touch, huh?

She worked her thighs open more and more, her fingers threatening to push inside of her. Another quick emission before bed never hurt anyone, did it? Though... knowing her state, she'd probably just masturbate_again_ in bed so... maybe that's a moot point.

"Mmmmmnnn...! C-c'mon, Sammy! Shit! Haaaa! Y-you're better than this!"

But despite her words, she continued to stroke her womanhood, lighting those flames of lusts while her other hand grabbed at one of her breasts. Squeezing herself, the heat-addled raccoon started masturbating in earnest, her digits curling inside to stroke her velvety walls. The cold shower did nothing more than mask the moans which started to flow from her legs, as her plush thighs squeezed in over her hand.

Harder and harder she stroked, exploring every inch of her womanhood. No matter how many times she did it, she just couldn't stop. Every stroke, every brush, ever scratch of her claw, all served to stroke the flames of lust. More and more, higher and higher, until finally...

Ka-thunk-thunk-thun!

"Huh? Wha?"

Suddenly she came to a stop, her fingers sliding out of her cunt as her hazel eyes shot over towards the door. That noise came from outside... was her mother up to something? Curious to the sounds, Samantha cut her shower short and stepped out of the tub, her hand grabbing a nearby towel to dry off her fur and body.

"Mom!" Samantha called, "Is everything okay out there?"

But she didn't get an answer, even though she knew her voice was loud enough to be heard. Now even more alert, she grabbed a nearby blue bathrobe for her specifically, and exited out into the hallway of her home.

"Mooooom..." she called, "E-everything is okay, right?"

Once more, she did not get an answer, even as she walked through the halls of her home. Her hazel eyes looking towards the staircase, she slowly made her way down and back into the living room area of her home. All the lights were off, basking the room in darkness thanks to the night sky outside. This only served to make things even more eerie, with Samantha looking about in a confused manner. Her heart was even beginning to race, while her lips called out once again for,

"Mom?"

Tug!

"AH!?"

A hand suddenly fell on Samantha's shoulder, naturally causing her to leap forward and flinch. Her own hand even struck back in retaliation, though she quickly grew pale in face when her eyes befell who it was that touched her. It wasn't some mysterious assailant, it was-

"Mom?"

Yes, it was Lucretia standing behind her but she was slightly...different.

For one thing, her clothes. Gone were Luca's streetwise clothing or formal button ups and tops. Replacing them was something more...archaic. A red and white robe, one with long sleeves that covered her down to her wrists, and a red sash that was wrapped tightly around her waist. It was rather form fitting as well, doing a good job of flaunting Lucretia's amazonian physique and figure, especially that midsection. The middle of the sash also gave a peering glance towards Lucretia's cleavage, which Samantha found herself greatly attracted to.

But then her eyes traveled up, meeting with Lucretia's face. Her long red hair had been tied back into a ponytail, her front bangs having been straightened out into lines that perfectly framed her face. Her lips too were painted pink with lipstick, where they - despite the darkness of the living room - somehow found a way to glow, drawing Samantha in deeper.

And to finish off this startling transformation, Lucretia was wearing something on her head. An ornate paper tiara of some sort, one that was golden in color, which matched with the golden earrings that hung from her triangular ears. Altogether, this uniform somehow transformed her mother, somehow making her appear more ethereal, more majestic, more angelic.

Almost like a goddess.

"M-Mom...?" Samantha said sheepishly as she stepped back, confused by what she was seeing, "Wh... why are you dressed like that?"

"I am not your mother..." the wolfess said as she shook her head, before she placed a hand upon her chest, "Tonight, I am Himegami..." she then pointed at Samantha, "And you are the_offering._.."

"O-offering...? Wh-what are you talking about?" the raccoon replied, confused by her mother's strange wording.

"Yes... an offering... and what the sacrifice that Himegami desires..." she pointed down towards Samantha's legs, "Is a young woman's heat."

"WH-WHAT!?"

Look, Samantha's not the smartest, but she can definitely tell what those words mean. The way her mother pointed at her crotch of all things only helped cement this fact; Lucretia wanted to fuck her. It left Samantha stunned, unable to even speak as nothing but nonsensical babbling escaped her lips.

Like... was this situation real? None of it felt real! The dark living room, Lucretia's strange clothes, Lucretia's stranger words, and not to mention how her heat had muddled her thoughts before. This... this had to be a dream, right?

Right!?

Well fuck! If it is a dream, then she was going to experience every inch of it! The heat she felt between her thighs was screaming for it; screaming for stimulation! And with Lucretia, or Himegami, or whoever standing before her, there was only one person who she wanted to get that 'stimulation' from!

"Please! Yes! Have it!" Samantha practically begged as she grabbed upon Himegami's robes, "Please, please, please!"

It was almost cute how pathetic she sounded. Maybe that's why Himegami smiled, her green eyes even sliding in on her. Extending her arms, she brought Samantha in for an embrace, snuggling the raccoon's head up against her bosom. Naturally, the heat-addled young woman clung close to her, her head and nose stuck deep into her bosom.

"Sniiiiiiiiiiifffff!"

Oh yes. Oh yes yes yes... mmmmm... this was her. This was her mother; it had to be! The smell was the same, the figure the same, those strong arms were the same. She may be speaking in a weird manner, may even be calling herself 'Himegami', but that didn't mean she was a completely different person. Not like Samantha cared.

This dream... she wasn't going to let it go to waste!

"_Sniiiiiiiiiifff!_Hnnnnghh... sho gooooood..." Samantha moaned as she continued to smell Himegami's body, "Hoaaaaahh..."

Her grip on the red wolf increased, her eyes closed shut as she merely basked in the overpowering smell her body radiated. It helped cool the heat that festered in her loins, but did not outright diminish it. No, it helped maintain that lust, that heat, and Samantha's rubbing thighs were growing fiercer and fiercer.

She wanted to pull way and put her hands between her thighs, but Himegami wouldn't let her go. If anything, she pulled the raccoon in closer, drawing a purr from the young woman's lips as she rested her head upon those tits. Her mind was still awash with confusion, but she indulged in the feeling for as long as it could go on, and if the Himegami wouldn't let go, neither would she.

But soon it became hard to stand, though that didn't stop her from smelling. Smelling, smelling, smelling, more and more and more, her senses getting wobbly, the room spinning, her eyes rolling back, and her grip finally growing loose to the point that...

"Hrrrrgghhn..."

She fell right into Himegami's chest, unable to move, though she continued to smell out of some primal instinct. That was all the red wolf needed, and she used her impressive strength to pick Samantha right off the ground. Turning and facing the stairs, she slowly scaled them, and then headed not for Sammy's room, nor any of the extra rooms this home had... but the master bedroom.

Entering inside, she laid the raccoon upon the bed, who finally returned to her senses after being freed from the wolfess. Looking up, Sammy watched as the woman laid beside her, her hand stroking along her bathrobe. The raccoon bit her bottom lip and shivered, but did nothing to stop Himegami as she slowly parted her robe open, revealing her naked fur beneath. Her slender upper torso, her modest chest, all the way down towards her thick hips and thick thighs.

A smile adorning her lips, Himegami placed her hand upon Samantha's chest, where she slowly began to stroke her hand up and down her body, coaxing moans from the young raccoon.

"Haaah... Mom... n-no... H-Himegami..." Samantha groaned, her strong hand sending bolts of pleasure through her body.

The red wolfess leaned over more, her breasts pressing and leaning up against Samantha's chest, while her other arm cradled the back of her head. Leaning up, the hazel eyes of the raccoon watched as Himegami gently caressed her body, before finally sliding that hand down towards her pelvis and thighs. Opening up the bathrobe more, she unveiled Samantha's crotch, causing the raccoon to squeeze her legs together in an attempt to keep in the heat of her womanhood.

But Himegami would not be fought off, not be pushed away. Her hand - strong and powerful - moved open Samantha's legs, making her groan. And then her fingers began to stroke upon her pussy, the slightest touch enough to make the raccoon throw her head back and cry, a wobbling moan leaving her lips.

"Haaaunnnghh! Nnnggghh!"

Her pussy was so hot, so puffy, and so pink. And in her heat, it was like a leaky faucet, constantly spewing her honey with seemingly no end in sight. This was doubly true now, for with Himegami's touch, Samantha simply couldn't control herself. She kept secreting her sticky honey all over the wolfess' fingers, causing a smile to break out on her lips as her green eyes gazed upon her.

"It's so warm," Himegami said as she pulled her hand away, raising it high so that Samantha could see just how coated her fingers were, "And it's overflowing. Well... do you enjoy it?"

"Yeeeessssss!" Samantha groaned, her arms wrapping around the wolfess' neck, pulling her in closer.

"Then offer your heat to Himegami. Feed it to me..."

Green eyes suddenly becoming so intense, Himegami aimed her middle finger right up against Samantha's folds. The raccoon looked down, watching that burly digit take with her folds, and naturally tensed up in response. And yet a delirious grin adorned her lips, her head nodding up and down, because she wanted this so fucking badly!

Shove!

"HAAUUUNNNGHHH!!! FUCK!!!"

And she got it.

Throwing her head back, Himegami's finger slid right into her cunt, straight down to the knuckle in one thrust. She was already so wet and the wolfess was so strong, that any resistance was practically nonexistent; even if she clenched and squeezed down on that hand with both her cunt and her thighs! But Himegami would not be deterred, not be slowed. She wasn't going to stop until she had taken Samantha's heat!

Her undulating finger pulsed and wiggled inside of Samantha's cunt, stroking along her velvety walls. Each movement coaxed a sharp groan and moan from the raccoon's lips, her body arching as she pushed her chest up more and more. The pleasure she endured was overwhelming, her body shuddering sometimes, her voice cracking and splitting at others. She continued to secrete her warm juices all over Himegami's fingers, her mouth turning dry, despite the fact that she was drooling all over herself.

She needed something, needed to do more than just lay here and be touched... although she greatly enjoyed that as well. Lucretia, or Himegami, or whoever, was right here with her, someone whom she fantasized about often. That strong body she marveled at shamefully, even though she knew she shouldn't. All the power in those arms, those legs, that toned, trimmed waist, the Olympian-tier physique. Samantha's mother was pure perfection, and there was no way she was going to pass up such a moment right now.

Her hands grabbed a hold upon the middle of Himegami's robes, causing the woman's fingering to come to a halt. Green eyes looking up towards Samantha's face, she watched as the bandit-masked girl pulled apart her robes, causing her heavy, hefty, busty breasts to be exposed.

Those large, furry jugs, so great, so amazing, and with such hard, rigid, pink nipples to boot. Samantha's eyes glowed at the sight of them, her dry mouth now being overwhelmed with a drooling, slobbering desire. There was no thinking, just instinct. An instinct that caused her to throw her head forward, her lips sealing around one of Himegami's nipples.

"Hnnn..."

"MMMMMMMM!!!"

Samantha sucked, and she sucked hard. Pulling on that nipple, biting on it, treating it like she could actually draw milk from deep within. It was such a delicious taste too, causing her to moan and groan against that heavenly body. Drawing spit infused with the body of the wolfess deep inside, then swallowing it and that sweat. Fuuuuuck, it was amazing!

Far better than masturbating to the odor of some simple panties.

Amid all the suckling on that lovely wolf tit, Samantha found her body relaxing, the suckling on that nipple helping to calm her down. Somehow, her heat just didn't feel as prevalant as it used too, at least for the moment. And when her hazel eyes stared up, they met face to face with the green eyes of the red wolf who pleasured her.

She looked so warm, so inviting, so motherly, so... lustful.

POP!

"Haaauuunngh! Fuck!" Samantha groaned, that thick finger having left her pussy with an audible sound.

Her hazy hazel eyes looked down, watching as Himegami pulled her finger clear from her cunt and brought it over to her face. Eyes locked on the woman before her, Samantha watched as Himegami licked her finger, before sticking it into her mouth. Sucking and slurping it down, she cleaned the digit off of the raccoon's juices.

It tasted amazing.

Himegami's fur ruffled, her ears twitched, her tail slightly stood up on end, and then she smiled, a devilish, toothy, predatory smile. Her green eyes looking back down the slender body of the raccoon, she locked her gaze upon that drooling mound that sat between Samantha's thick thighs. The scent from that heated, throbbing pussy, danced into Himegami's nose, causing her nostrils to flare. She groaned, the tasteful heat pulling her in, closer and closer.

So she moved her head down, her hand stroking along Samantha's hip and thigh. Closer towards her legs she drew, the raccoon's voice getting caught in her throat as she shivered with delight. Her heart also picked up in uproarious speed, because she knew what was coming soon.

Irking Sammy's legs open, Himegami moved her way down where she settled between those thick thighs. The raccoon watched too, eyes not even blinking, wanting to take in every dirty moment of this. The view she got of the amazonian red wolf, from her green eyes, to her sharp, angular head, that sexy, mature look, and then down towards those heavy, hefty breasts which peered at her through the gaps of the robe. Sammy licked her lips, before saying in a whimpering, pleading tone,

"Yes... Himegami... fucking eat me..."

Himegami's green eyes looked straight towards Samantha's pussy, watching as that glistening nectar poured sensually from her folds. Such a delicious sight, and... sniiiiiffff! Mmm... such a delicious smell too. The odor was as sweet as any food, causing the wolfess to swallow her spit in desire. Her arms then pushed up, hooking beneath the thighs of the raccoon to force them open, creating more space for her. Then her green eyes - so sharp and powerful - leered at the sweltering pussy before her.

Her nostrils flared...

"Huuuuh... RAAAHH!"

"HOUH! FUCK! AH!"

Such a high-pitch noise from such a typically abrasive young woman. Himegami's mouth latched and locked on tight upon her cunt, sucking and slurping the juices from her like it was the finest of wines. Her oral skills were unparalleled, pulling on the plump labia belonging to the heated raccoon. Her tongue was just as burly, pushing up hard against those lips, before forcing its way into those tight, vaginal walls. Samantha let out yet another loud, shrill, high-pitch cry as she arched her back, violently throwing her head into the mattress beneath her as the wolfess feasted on her cunt.

And feasted. And feasted. And feasted some more!

Her tongue slicked into her with such a dirty Squelch! of a noise, and then luridly retreated with an equally as lewd POP! to boot. Clear bridges of pussy juices slicked from Himegami's tongue and connecting to Sammy's pussy in such thick bridges. Bridges the wolfess soon slurped up and swallowed, while the raccoon fell back in a crumpled heap.

"Fuck... haaauuhnn... fuuuck... huh... Mommy... Mooommmyy..."

"Hrrrngh... what did I tell you?" the wolfess said as she brushed hair from her face, her green eyes looking up towards Samantha, "My name is Himegami..." she once again aimed her middle finger with Samantha's pussy, "I am not your 'Mommy'."

SHOVE!!!

"URRGKH!?"

Once again Samantha threw herself back, for with one quick push, Himegami penetrated her pussy with her girthy middle finger. It pushed so strongly inside of her cunt as well, extending deeeep into the core of the horny raccoon. The wolfess twisted it one way, then the other, and back again, exploring every inch of this pink pussy that the young woman had to offer.

Sammy couldn't believe what she was feeling; it was indescribable! So strong, so long, stroking along every inch of her velvety pussy walls. How was it possible for a mere finger to push in that deep? And... what of this looming shadow that began to cover her?

Looking up, Samantha's hazel eyes met Himegami's green ones. The red wolf's gaze was hard and tight, peering through every single one of the raccoon's layers. Sammy herself was stunned silent, unable to even utter a mere peep as she looked at the woman.

"Mmmff..."

"HMMMM!?"

Lips. Such soft, yet strong, lips. They pressed up to Samantha's lips, kissing her hard and deeply. And then that tongue, that burly, strong tongue. It slithered into the raccoon's mouth, where it danced and writhed along her own. Himegami lacked any deft skill, lacked fancy movements. Some would argue it was basic... but it's that same basic level that made it so damn good. Like a boxer who's mastered the fundamentals, Himegami's tongue was strong and fast in all the right ways. Stroking, brushing, sliding, all of which built Samantha's pleasure higher and higher. She groaned against the mouth of the red wolf, who continued to finger her furiously.

"Hmnnn...! Mmmm! Faaah! Mmmmm...!"

Such cute, high-pitched moans, mixing with the deeper, womanly moans that the wolfess gave.

"Schllllp...! Mmmph! Thllllp!"

The sensual noises only got louder, with Samnatha's head even getting hazier.

Squeeelch! Sliiiiirrrrkk! Pop! Sliirrrrrk! Squeeeeeelllchhh!

Tongues intertwining, pussy being fingered, the powerful body of an amazonian wolf rubbing up against hers, and all of this thanks to her mother... yes, it was impossible. Samantha couldn't hold it in anymore, nor did she even try. Pulling back from those lips she loved, the raccoon let out a loud cry,

"FUUUUUUUCCCCK!!!"

And she began to cum. Hard.

Squirting her dirty, lewd juices all over Himegami's hand, she coated her fingers and palm in her lewd fluids. The red wolfess herself pulled back, her green eyes looking down to her hand as it glistened with such lovely, lewd juices. Pulling the limb over, Himegami slowly licked and slurped those juices up, all before Samantha's glossy eyes.

"Amazing... this is youth..." the wolfess remarked.

Watching her pull back, Samantha let out a shrill, despicable cry. She didn't want her to leave, and even babbled 'no' out pathetically. But Himegami wasn't going anywhere; quite the opposite. Standing on the edge of the bed, the red wolfess grabbed her sash by the middle, where she pulled and opened it up. The robes she was wearing grew loose immediately after, allowing Himegami to pull them aside.

Her body revealed itself; the immaculate, untouchable, incomparable body of a red wolf who was at the absolute peak of physicality. She was tall, she was strong, yet she didn't lose her femininity in anyway. Curvaceous in all the right ways, with such large, amazing breasts, a trimmed, solid waist, and quite the curvy, round hips. Ah yes, this is the body she would marvel at for so long, watching it run in the morning like a lewd, lustful pervert.

Ah... but what's this?

When those robes parted at around her waist, Samantha's eyes grew wide. Laying on Himegami's hips was a strapon... a strapon with a long, thick, white, translucent dildo. How long? Well... eight or so inches long. It stood proudly between Himegami's legs, looking a bit alien, but also strangely magnetizing. Sure, it was clearly a strapon that shouldn't be there... yet it somehow carried with it an ethereal look to it that made it feel perfect. As if it truly were a tool to absorb the heat of a young woman.

Fuck, Samantha wanted to lick it, to suck it, and - above all - to get_fucked_ by it.

Fwuuuuh...

The robes having fallen to the wayside, Himegami stood naked before the lustful raccoon. Her face remained stoic, her green eyes still hard like knives. Damn, what is it about that gaze that made Samantha's heart race? And why... why was her pussy still so fucking hot and wet despite her orgasm? She needed more! She wanted more! So when Himegami spoke... Samantha listened.

"You're still so hot... even after your orgasm," the wolfess remarked, "Youth is wonderful, isn't it? I will take some of your youth when I feast upon your heat."

The way Himegami spoke, the words she said, and the way she carried herself... this was Lucretia, right? Or had her mother truly been possessed by this Himegami woman or whatever? Did it matter? Samantha was so forgone, so head over heels in lust, she'd let Lucretia, or Himegami, or whoever, do whatever they pleased to her.

"Gulp... mmmm... yes, Himegami," she whispered, "P-please... t-take it... t-take my heat!"

Himegami nodded.

"Then let it all out, Samantha," the wolfess replied, "Hold _nothing_back."

Positioning herself between Samantha's legs once again, Himegami aimed her strapon with the raccoon's glistening cunt. First it pressed along her folds, being so cold to the touch, Samantha naturally shivered. Oh, it only it were real, if only it were throbbing, if only it were leaking precum, if only it were--

"HRRRRRRRRRGGGNNNHH!!!"

No, no! Never mind! This was perrrrrrfeeeccttttt...!

Himegami's toy pushed _deep_into Samantha's pussy. _Deeper_than the raccoon's own finger. _Deeper_than the wolfess' finger from before! The plump labia of Samantha's lips clenched hard around that faux dick, almost possessively so, wanting to keep that cock as deep inside of her as physically possible!

And Himegami merely nodded, pleased with the sight as her radiant toy claimed every inch of her pussy. Eventually, their hips met, meaning every inch of her eight or so inch dildo laid deep inside of the raccoon's pussy. Samantha was left gasping because of this, her hazel eyes once again locked on the ceiling above, a visage of pure lust covering her face.

She looked like a pure slut. Eyes rolling back, her tongue hanging out as she gasped for air, her mouth in moaning, quivering 'o'. Were there even thoughts going through the raccoon's head, or was she completely fucked in the head? Himegami wasn't sure... didn't matter.

The raccoon's heat will belong to her!

PAT!

"GAH!?"

Eyes bulging, Samantha was suddenly jolted back into reality. The shear power behind those hips made every inch of the raccoon's body breasts; from her ass, to her hips, to her hair, and even that modest chest of hers. Scrambling to look back down at the woman between her legs, the young raccoon was astonished by what she was feeling. Himegami didn't stop.

PAT!

"GRKH!?"

Another bolt of pure pleasure, running through every inch of the raccoon's pussy. Her heated cunt clenched upon that invasive toy as well, refusing to let go. Samantha's legs even shot up, clenching around Himegami's thighs and holding close to her.

"Mommy!?" she cried, an annoyed twitch running through the wolfess' face.

PAT!

"HURRRGGH!?"

Throwing her head back, Samantha's back arched as she grabbed a hold of the bed sheets beneath her. That thrust was positively savage, pushing that clear toy as deep into her pussy as it could possibly go. The head even touched up against the entrance to Samantha's womb.

PAT!

"NNNNGHHH! HAAAAUUUGGH!!! KUH!"

Such a strong thrust, strong enough to launch spit straight from Samantha's open mouth. Tears even began to stream down her eyes, but they were not tears of despair. The tension was just so extreme, the power so great, her emotions so rampant thanks to the heat, that Samantha just couldn't control herself. She was crying, but her lips were curled into such a wide smile, as she cried out in such an emotional state,

"Thhaaaaahhhnkkkk yooooouhhhh!!!"

And Himegami stopped.

Looking Samantha directly in the eyes, the wolfess cocked her head one way, and then the other. She certainly had Lucretia's robotic visage, didn't she? But what exactly was she doing? The way she looked at Samantha, checking her over, pondering something. Eventually she sighed and nodded, her hands reaching down to grab Samantha by her shoulders.

"Here..." Himegami whispered, "Come to Mommy..."

Samantha didn't hesitate, her hands weakly reaching out for the wolfess as well. Sliding them along her shoulders, she wrapped her arms around the wolfess' neck, a childish churring noise leaving her lips. Yes, like...

"Chrrrrrrrrrrr..."

"Hmmm..."

Himegami gently stroked the back of Samantha's head, her green eyes closing softly. Their embrace was a strong one, especially on the raccoon's end. She hugged and squeezed up against the wolfess as hard as she could, her head pressed into her neck as their breasts met. She even kissed Himegami a bit, while the wolfess herself turned things around.

Fwump!

Laying in the bed her head against the pillows, Himegami looked up towards Samantha as she pulled herself back. Covered in sweat, her body as hot as an oven, the hazel-eyed teen met the powerful green eyes of her older lover. Himegami's expression was intense, her gaze peering through her soul, her lips bent in a frown. It was such a terrifying expression... fuck... it only made Samantha hotter.

She moved in, needing to experience every moment of this tryst. Real, dream, or whatever, Samantha didn't want to waste any of this. So she pressed her head back to her neck again, gently kissing upon the wolfess. She was hungry though, her kissing growing sloppier and sloppier, her tongue wilder and wilder. Her hands too quickly grabbed a hold of the wolfess' busty breasts, groping them, squeezing them, her thumbs flicking and slapping along her hard nipples.

"Haaaah..."

And Samantha heard it; a moan. She drew a moan from Himegami. She drew a moan from Lucretia. She drew a moan from her mother. Fuck, and such a delicious sounding moan too. So deep, so strong, so womanly, so mature. Ooooh, it made Samantha's pussy even wetter.

Pulling back shortly, the raccoon's hazel eyes scrambled for Himegami's breasts. Locking her eyes upon that hard, thick nipple, she quickly moved down, capturing it with her mouth yet again. Suckling harshly, hungrily, her tongue lapping and slapping upon that pink nub. Himegami's nostrils flared from the feeling, before she let out a groan from deep inside as well.

The frenetic body of youth. Samantha was wild, uncontrollable, acting only on her lusts and base instincts. But she was so pathetic in how she did it, as if Himegami would slip through her cracks if she didn't experience this to the fullest. Maybe she was right in a way...

There was something slightly _ghastly_about the woman, wasn't there?

"Samantha..." Himegami called, her voice stirring and alluring.

"Y-yesssss...?" the raccoon replied as she pulled back, her hazy-red face gazing back.

"Feed_it to me," the wolfess stated, "Feed me your _heat."

"H... how do I do it...?" Samantha asked, her tone close to nothing but a pitiful whimper.

"My_horn_..." Himegami replied, "The one you are currently impaled_on._Ride it. Ride it with all of your strength. And then cum. Cum _hard._Offer me your heat, your youth, _feed_it to me so that I may maintain my beauty."

Such... such theatrical words. So why did they _work?_Why did Samantha nod as if it all made sense? Yeah, just fuck herself on Himegami's 'horn', and then cum hard without holding back. Somehow, doing that will 'feed' the wolfess her heat, as if that was something transferable.

But Himegami said it with such poise, such strength, such a commanding tone, that Samantha believed her. All she needed to do was fuck herself on Himegami's dildo, or horn, or whatever, and that will do the trick.

Drool trickled down from Samantha's lips, mixing with the sweat on her body as she weakly offered her hands. Giving another soft, weak whimper, the raccoon had but one request.

"May I please... p-please hold your hands... m-mommy?" she asked.

Himegami didn't say anything, didn't scold her for her wording, didn't even show frustration with it. Instead she reached her hands back out, offering them to Samantha. The raccoon quickly grabbed them, her fingers locking between Himegami's fingers, their hands intertwined. She clenched so hard upon those hands too, refusing to let the wolfess slip away. No, she was going to live out every moment of this and not stop until she physically couldn't go any more.

"Mommy! Haaaaah! Mommy! Aaaaahh! M-Mommy!" Samantha cried out, her eyes locked upon Himegami's unflinching gaze, "Haaauuuhhnn! I-I love the way you look at me!" she raised her thick hips, her fat ass wobbling on that cock, "Fuck me! M-Mommy! Haaaah! Fuck me!"

Her teeth biting her bottom lip tightly, Samantha pulled herself off of himegami's faux cock ever so slowly, causing dirty, lewd pussy noises to echo out. They mixed with the raccoon's own cries of pleasure, her pussy hungrily clinging to that translucent dildo for it all was worth!

She didn't want to let it go, but Himegami's orders were resolute; she needed to fuck herself on that 'horn'. So she pulled and pulled until she was finally freed of its intense touch, a gasp leaving her lips as well. Looking down towards the dildo, it was glowing so bright as it oozed with Samantha's juices. The scent that resonated from it was intense as well, making both of their noses twitch.

The cool air of the bedroom graced Samantha's hot pussy, making her yearn for the touch of Himegami and her dildo yet again. It caused her to grab tightly upon the wolfess' hands as well, her body shaking and shivering. She wanted to both experience this moment for an eternity, and also fuck herself on that toy as well.

But Himegami...

"Your heat. Give it to me."

That powerful command...

"Y... yessss..."

PAT!

"HAAAUUUHHHNN!!!"

Grabbing tightly upon Himegami's hands, Samantha finally began to move in earnest. Pushing her hips down, she thrusted her fat, plump ass upon the waist of the wolfess, a wicked 'CRACK!' echoing out. Over and over again it sounded out into the bedroom, the mattress bouncing, her hair flying, her mouth wide, all as shameless moans and spit left it.

Samantha was truly in heaven now, her hungry, horny pussy stroking every inch of Himegami's dildo. It was coated in her sensual juices as well, pouring down it and splattering the wolfess' lap in her sinful fluids.

But Himegami herself never flinched, never broke, never lost that powerful, stoic visage. And Samantha's eyes never left it, no matter how much she moaned, groaned and screamed. That face was like a powerful magnet, drawing her eyes in, and keeping them stuck there.

This powerful, statuesque, stunning woman that was her _mother_was fucking her... and Samantha indulged in _every_moment of it. Her mind ran with thoughts still, wondering if this was real, wondering if her mother had been possessed by a goddess or a specter, or if she had actually hit her head in the shower and this was just some heat-addled dream. Whatever the case may be, Samantha knew one thing...

This was amazing, and she no longer cared if she was overstepping some familial boundaries.

PATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPAT!!!

Wild and rampantly, the raccoon slammed her pussy against Himegami's dildo, feeling it groove along her velvety walls. That 'horn' had tiny bumps running along the side of it, bumps that touched and rubbed every sensual spot she had in her pussy. Each penetration drew out louder cries of lusts from the raccoon, her hazel eyes finally breaking eye contact as she once again looked to the ceiling overhead. All as rapturous moans left her young lips.

"HAAAUUUNNHGHH!!! NNNNGGGHHH!!! OOOOH! HAAAAUUHGHH!" and of course... "MOMMY! AAAHHH! MOMMMY! AHHH! FUCK ME MOMMY! HAAAUUGH! FUCK YOUR LITTLE GIRL!"

And there it was. Amid all of that heated fucking, the room had gotten unbearably hot. Hot to the point that it could beat out a sauna in terms of temperature. It certainly had the steam to match, with said steam being strong enough to fog up the mirrors, the windows, and any other metallic surface in the room.

Drooling all over herself, the raccoon's mind finally went blank from all the pleasure. All she thought about was that 'horn', and of her mother. Lucretia was strong and mighty, and to be bedded by her was now the_greatest_joy of her life. How much of that was just the heat talking or her own true feelings, well, Samantha herself would never know.

It didn't matter...

She kept fucking herself. Harder and harder. Faster and faster. Louder and louder. Her cries began to sound crazed, and all of it _fed_Himegami.

So this is what heat did to Samantha, huh? It transformed her into a greedy little _slut,_and an _incestuous_one at that. Himegami experienced every bit of it, watching the raccoon lose herself to all the pleasure, that ass clapping against her pelvis, her dildo stroking every inch of her pussy. The pleasure reverberated through said dildo as well, teasing the wolfess' pussy through her strap on.

"Haaaah..."

Such a womanly moan; it was practically drowned out by Samantha's voice. Well... no one said she couldn't enjoy herself too, did they?

"Hmph..."

PAT!!!

"GURKH!?"

That... wasn't Samantha's, that was all Himegami. The wolfess shot up with her hips once, and that caused that dick to rub against her womb so fucking hard! The raccoon's eyes swelled, her moaning lips shifting into a kooky, uncontrollably smile. She even nodded, whilst saying in a begging, pleading tone,

"Yesyesyesyesyes! Mommymommymommymommy! Fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme!"

Himegami agreed.

PATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPAT!!!

"FUCK HYESSSH!!! FUHHCK ME MOMMY!!! FHUUUHHKMMMEEEEE~! HUAAAHHH!!!"

It was an ear-splitting cry, but that's okay; only Samantha and Himegami were there to hear it.

Her pussy was twitching like mad now, having thoroughly been abused by the wolfess between her legs. Her riding didn't stop however, instead matching Himegami thrust for thrust. The dirty, lewd noise of her popping pussy continued to echo out, the juices only got hotter and faster, and it all finally hit a crescendo when the mysterious goddess struck... it...

"Huh?"

Samantha's_g-spot_.

"AAHHHAAAAAAHHHHAAAAH!!!"

Head thrown back, the raccoon lifted her hips softly and began to cum._Hard._A true squirter, Samantha shot a bridge of her thick, clear juices in an arc, one that not only soaked Himegami's dildo, but also splattered upon the goddess' abs. Hell, some of it was even high enough to fall upon her breasts; the range was _that_great.

The climax wracked Samantha's body in sweat, and made it twitch crazily as well. At the same time, her pussy seized upon Himegami's dildo, milking it like she could draw seed from its nonexistent balls. All of this must have happened in only a matter of seconds, but the result was all the same.

Samantha staggered, wobbled, her eyes rolled back, her expression turned drained, and finally...

"Ah-ha?"

Thud...

Collapsing right into Himegami's chest, the bandit-masked girl was out like a light. And yet, she was still instinctively capable of grabbing upon the wolfess' breasts, squeezing them hard. Her open mouth even seized upon one of her nipples, suckling on it like a newborn babe.

Himegami chuckled at such a thing, one hand wrapping around Samantha's shoulders, the other hand reaching up to grab the crown on her head. Removing it, she then reached back to undo her hair, allowing it to spill out over the bed.

"Look at you... you're like a baby..." Lucretia whispered as she stared down upon Samantha.

...

"Mmmm... fuuuuuuuck... nnnghh..."

Like... damn! Her body hurt! Especially her pussy! It was throbbing so much, but not from lust or heat. No, it was throbbing because it _hurt_so much.

"Nnngh... shit... fuck... what did I do yesterday?" Samantha groaned.

Pulling herself from out of her bed, the young woman shook head gently. Her body was sore like she had run a dozen marathons, back to back to back. Her legs hurt, her arms hurt, her ass really hurt for some reason, and her pussy probably hurt most of all. Did she really masturbate that much yesterday?

Yeah... yeah, most likely...

Hazel eyes looking around her surroundings, Samantha could see that, yes, she was in her bedroom. There were her drawers, her knickknacks, her posters, her pile of haphazardly tossed clothes... yup, this was her bedroom alright.

"Fuck... it smells like pussy in here..." Samantha muttered, a blush adorning her abrasive face.

Yeah, that was her_scent. Fucking heat; she found herself masturbating at any moment she got. But... that was _yesterday, wasn't it? Because right now... no, Samantha _didn't_feel like fingering herself anymore. Nor did she feel like running downstairs to search through her mother's sweaty belongings for a hit of her favorite, musky drug.

"Fuck... I can't believe I did that..." Samantha remarked, her hand laying on her head as she blushed furiously, "Like, damn, Samantha! The fuck is wrong with you? That's your fucking mother! Shit! I fucking hate heat!"

"Hey! Language!"

That voice caused Samantha to tense up, her hands pulling away her sheets to reveal her (rather girly) pink pajamas.

"M-Mom?" she called.

The door then opened, revealing Lucretia in all of her glory. She was wearing her typical workout clothing; the black sports bra, the tight black and blue gym shorts, and of course, her jean jacket on her shoulders. It must have been early then, because Lucretia typically wore these when she was about to go for her morning run.

It was rather revealing but... this time, Samantha's eyes didn't lewdly gaze at her mother's body. Instead she looked away, feeling embarrassed for all the times she did shamelessly ogle her in the past.

"H-hey Mom..." Samantha said in a shy, embarrassed manner.

"You okay?" her mother asked, ears twitching and eyebrow raised, "You're cursing like a sailor in there. You know I hate it when you do that."

"I-I know!" Samantha replied as she shook her head and waved her hands, "It's just that... u-umm..."

She looked back at her mother, her mind suddenly remembering _everything_that happened yesterday. Or... uh... everything she _thought_happened yesterday. Of her and Lucretia - who was pretending to be some woman named Himegami - fucking in her mothers' bedroom. Yeah, that's totally what they did, right?

But as she looked up at Lucretia's face, nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary. She wasn't acting strange, wasn't even blushing, no, she was just... well... Lucretia. That same, stoic, statuesque, red wolf whom she loved so much. But she had to know...

"Mom... d-did I do anything... um... _weird_yesterday?" asked Samantha, fearing what the answer may be.

"Other than masturbate a lot... no," Lucretia replied, and rather bluntly at that.

"Ack! Why'd you have to say that!?" the raccoon cried as she shook her head in a defensive manner, "I was in heat, okay! That's why I hate it! God, I always act weird when I'm in heat!"

"Speaking of which..." Lucretia crossed her arms, "How's it feel now?"

"It feels... um... it feels..."

She looked down then towards her hand, noticing the fact that her palms weren't sweaty. In fact, her body felt positively normal, and her pussy only throbbed because it hurt so much. But... no, there were no lustful thoughts, no heat-addled rush. Samantha was completely normal.

"I think... I think it's gone..." she replied in an incredulous tone.

Did... did Himegami actually _eat_her_heat?_Was that dream really just a dream then? Or had a mysterious goddess visited her in her dreams, taking the form of her mother to help cleanse her of that state of being?

Okay, maybe now she was putting too much thought into it. At the end of the day, who even _cares?_Her heat was gone, and nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary. Maybe Samantha should just count her stars that it's all over.

At least until _next_year.

"Well... if its gone, it's gone," Lucretia said with a shrug of her shoulders, "I just got back from my morning run, so why don't you take a shower and get ready? I'll drive us out to get breakfast at Takayama Station."

"_Sniff... sniff..._ugh! You're right..." Samantha said with a smile as she waved her hand in the air, "Dang Mom, you stink!"

"Hey, watch your luck!" Lucretia snapped back as she pointed at her daughter, "Now get going, or else I'll leave without you."

They both smiled though, because they knew Luca wasn't going anywhere without Samantha with her. For as much of a rough, strict parent Lucretia could be in relation to Veronica, it was clear her love for her family was second to none.

"I love you, Mom."

"I love you too, Sammy."

Taking her leave, Lucretia headed for her own bedroom. Honestly though, Samantha was right; she did need to take a shower. But as she finally slipped into her bedroom, her phone began to buzz. Pulling it from her jean jacket, it was a video call from her 'Chocolate Bunny'.

Seriously, that's what the screen said.

"Hello?" Lucretia said as she answered the phone, the screen zipping on to reveal a certain brown-furred rabbit on the other end.

"Ah! Good morning, Luca!" Veronica said sweetly as she looked upon her wife, a beaming smile on her face, "Oh! Look at you! Mmmm..." she smelled the screen, "Haaa... my big bad wolf after her morning run... you probably smell so hot right now. If I had the chance, I'd lick you clean."

"Heh heh... and I'd let you..." Lucretia said with a chuckle.

"Oh! Look at you! You're smiling again, Luca! Let me guess; everything went well with Sammy?"

"Oh yeah, it went great," Lucretia replied with a grin, "You wouldn't believe what I did to take the heat away from her."

"Heh! Let me guess, you bought _heat pills_from the pharmacy, didn't you?"

"..._What_pills?" Luca replied, genuinely confused by what she was hearing.

"You know... heat pills," the hare repeated, "They... they're pills meant to lessen the affects of heat. It doesn't take it away, but it makes heat more bearable until it passes on naturally. Well..." she shrugged her shoulders, "Depending on the kind of pills you buy. Some of them are really bad."

Heat pills? Heat pills _exist!?_Damn you internet! That means she didn't need to bother with that--

"Lucretia... you look off, is something wrong?" Veornica asked in a concerned manner.

Yeah, Luca was making quite the strange face. Green pupils small, mouth closed, eyes wide; yup, a strange face indeed. But the wolfess was skilled in the art of masking her emotions, causing her expression to shift back into that stoic, robotic visage it was always known for.

"Uh... it's nothing," she replied with a shrug of her shoulders, "Just... just realizing something..."

"Realizing what?"

"Realizing... uh... never mind..."

"What? Luca, I'd love to--

"Hey! Veronica, we need you back here!" a voice called from off screen, causing the hare to turn and face it.

"Okay! Coming!" she replied, before turning to face Lucretia yet again, "Ah... these family get together. Oh... I really wish you were here with me, Luca. I would've loved to introduce you to more of the extended North family!"

"Maybe next time," Lucretia said, her hand shaking, "I don't think I could handle getting hugged by that many bunnies..."

"Heh heh... I dunno... I think you'd manage," Veronica replied, before waving at her wife, "I love you, Lucretia."

"I love you too, Veronica."

In unison they kissed their screens, before pulling back and waving goodbye. Veronica was first to hang up though, with the screen turning black to show Lucretia's reflection. Almost immediately she let out an exasperated, defeated, groaning sigh, as she fell back against her door.

"Smooth moves, Lucretia... smooooooth moooooovesss... haaaahh..."

...

Since time immemorial, the strange ritual of the guardian goddess Himegami has been passed down in secrecy among the citizens of Document City. A woman who plays the roll of Himegami, and a child who must become an adult. Often times, this pairing is of a mother and her child.

The child gifts their mother their heat, ascending into adulthood. In return, the mother welcomes her child's blessings, and celebrates their growth.

Such is the ritual of the Himematsuri.