# The Red Room

Author: ABadChoiceofWords
Tags: Canine, Condom, Cum, Ejaculation, Female, Incest, Knot, Knotting, Male, Male/Female, Mating, Mother, Prostitution, Protected, Sex, Son, Straight, Vaginal, spade

This one's liable to receive a rework at some point. I was originally going to write a second chapter, and maybe a third, but I'm thinking now it might flow better as a single body. So if this poofs, check for the replacement. ...though I might just leave this up for the sake of a process example or something.

So, me.&nbsp;&nbsp;

I didn't have family, just a basket at the ER door.&nbsp; Who goes out and gets a basket for that, anyways?&nbsp; Well, whoever dropped me off, they wrapped me in red.&nbsp; Deep, like blood.&nbsp; Not really silk, just something sorta like.&nbsp; And not a blanket either, just a big piece cut off something bigger.&nbsp;&nbsp;

They let me keep it - the not-blanket, not the basket.&nbsp; At least for a while.&nbsp; I still remember it.&nbsp;&nbsp;

So my first fosters called me Red.&nbsp;&nbsp;

Bounced around the system, city to city, home to home.&nbsp; I was a problem pup: never where I was supposed to be, always where I wasn't.&nbsp; Too loud, too quick.&nbsp; Too sharp in the tooth.&nbsp; When they hit me, I bit.&nbsp; And bit.&nbsp; And bit.&nbsp; Until they bit back.&nbsp; Then I bled, and got sent somehwere else.&nbsp;&nbsp;

But that didn't matter so much.&nbsp; I went to schools.&nbsp; Lots of them.&nbsp; One gave me a test, not like the rest.&nbsp; They asked me to just do what I could.&nbsp; No failing.&nbsp; Not pressure.&nbsp; So I did.&nbsp;&nbsp;

Things were different after that.&nbsp; Different classes.&nbsp; Different teachers.&nbsp; Different rooms.&nbsp; I was a kid, I didn't know how it mattered.&nbsp; But it was nice.&nbsp;&nbsp;

Home wasn't.&nbsp; Got bit, got moved again.&nbsp; But what I'd done at that school, it followed me.&nbsp; At the new one, my classmates were older.&nbsp; I did better.&nbsp; Good with numbers.&nbsp; Good with words.&nbsp; Didn't make friends, though.&nbsp;&nbsp;

Moved again, finished high.&nbsp; The one thing going for a foster pup, free college.&nbsp; Went with a two year.&nbsp; Got hired.&nbsp; Got the promotion.&nbsp; Got better offers.&nbsp; First in my life, I'd a choice where to go.&nbsp; And I chose home.&nbsp;&nbsp;

Well, "home".&nbsp; Born in that city, shipped off days after.&nbsp; But I felt I'd find a piece of me still there, something I'd lost even before anything got bitten off.&nbsp; So I went back.&nbsp;&nbsp;

I'd no friends there.&nbsp; Kept in touch with my dorm mates, but they'd stayed where they were or gone off to other places.&nbsp; So no real pack scene.&nbsp; Which was fine.&nbsp; Couldn't be comfortable in crowds, too much like foster.&nbsp; I liked quiet.&nbsp; I liked moody.&nbsp;&nbsp;

By day, everyone's going.&nbsp; By night, what's still there is just happening.&nbsp; That howled to me.&nbsp; One day I'd happened.&nbsp; Hadn't stopped since.&nbsp;&nbsp;

I wandered from set of sun into the dim, and then the dark.&nbsp; Not the smartest thing, or safest.&nbsp; But I guess I looked tough.&nbsp; Been bit so much, so early, those marks came out rough by the time I'd stopped growing.&nbsp; I wasn't that big for my breed, but I guess big's relative.&nbsp; And I didn't so much mind bleeding.&nbsp;&nbsp;

Tried some brothels, the better kind.&nbsp; Paid to pretend, but that they were honest about.&nbsp; And their spades didn't lie.&nbsp; I liked their taste.&nbsp; I liked their feel.&nbsp; I liked the ones who knew how to get knotted.&nbsp; I don't think I was bad at it.&nbsp; They'd ask me back, at least.&nbsp;&nbsp;

And I would, sometimes.&nbsp; But not much.&nbsp; 'Round and 'round, chasing the same tails - no.&nbsp; Not quite.&nbsp; I was chasing something else.&nbsp;&nbsp;

When I'd been dumped, it wasn't your box-and-newspaper deal.&nbsp; Red, remember?&nbsp; Me.&nbsp;&nbsp;

Mine was fancy.&nbsp; Kinda.&nbsp; Where do you go to find kinda-fancy, and maybe make an unwanted pup?

Stupid odds, I knew.&nbsp; But it was something to do with my nights, more than just keeping my knot wet.&nbsp; A dozen places, then a dozen more.&nbsp; Spade on spade.&nbsp; Fucked my way half across the city.&nbsp; The best ones were older - not old old, just those with a few years more experience.&nbsp; More of them would take the knot.&nbsp; And they took it better.&nbsp; And that was good.&nbsp; Damn good.&nbsp;&nbsp;

And then, one day, her.&nbsp; Same breed, same fur.&nbsp; She looked like me.&nbsp; Not exactly like me, but damn like me.&nbsp; Not quite as big, but still big.&nbsp; Not so much bitten-up, but still bitten.&nbsp; I knew her face, I'd seen enough of it in the mirror every morning, every night.&nbsp; Two decades later, she was still at it.&nbsp; And she wasn't the slightest bit shy about her scars.&nbsp;&nbsp;

Of course I booked her.&nbsp;&nbsp;

"I work the Red Room, though we have others if that's not to your taste."

She didn't know my name.&nbsp; I couldn't say no.&nbsp;&nbsp;

"Come in, big boy."&nbsp; She led, I followed.

It was red, of course.&nbsp; Hardly a rare color, in those places.&nbsp; But this was all red.&nbsp; Red carpet, red wallpaper, red drapes.&nbsp; Doors, lights, veils, bed.&nbsp; Bright reds.&nbsp; Dark reds.&nbsp; Redwood.&nbsp; Not a single inch of the place was anything but a shade of red.&nbsp;&nbsp;

She pointed me to the shower.&nbsp; I stripped and put the water on full.&nbsp; It stung, hot, but I was already melted inside.&nbsp; My head, my heart, my belly.&nbsp; Paws buzzed, legs too.&nbsp; I didn't know what to say, how to start.&nbsp; I'm Red.&nbsp; Your son.&nbsp; Too much, too fast, hadn't even been ten minutes.&nbsp; Her voice was strange to hear.&nbsp; Never even thought about what she'd sound like.&nbsp;&nbsp;

And maybe I was wrong.&nbsp; What were the odds of that?&nbsp; I'd have to ask her around it, find out first.&nbsp; But how do you even ask that, especially in a brothel?&nbsp; She'd catch on, or think I was a nut, a stalker, something.&nbsp; Either way, I'd be out on my ass before I got a good answer.&nbsp;&nbsp;

Worse, my cock wanted in.&nbsp; Rest of me, too.&nbsp; I'd done this too many times.&nbsp; My body knew the routine and what came next, and I couldn't tell it the difference.&nbsp;&nbsp;

I was taking too long.&nbsp; She'd notice, know something was up.&nbsp; I cranked the water off, ran myself through the towels, and struck back out into the red.&nbsp;&nbsp;

A long, red shawl hung from her shoulders down to her belly, to that darker tuft just below.&nbsp; Her spade peeked out, enough that it couldn't be ignored.&nbsp;&nbsp;

And then the shawl was on the floor, and she was wholly naked.&nbsp; In front of me.&nbsp; Grinning, sly.&nbsp; Inviting.&nbsp;&nbsp;

"Like what you see?"&nbsp; And I did.&nbsp; "Want this?"&nbsp; And I did.&nbsp; "Then come on, big boy."&nbsp; And I did.&nbsp;&nbsp;

Shoulda told her who I was.&nbsp; Woulda been the right thing to do, the sane thing to do.&nbsp; And I did want to ask her, to tell her, to hear her say what I knew.&nbsp; That she'd gotten knocked up, that it'd been me or the work.&nbsp; That she'd chosen the work.&nbsp;&nbsp;

But there wasn't any of that I could say that wouldn't end in distater.&nbsp;&nbsp;

And I was naked, same as her; ready to fuck, same as her.&nbsp; I couldn't stop staring at her spade.&nbsp;&nbsp;

She laid back to the bed, held up the condom.&nbsp; I knelt on the edge, took it from her, slid it up.&nbsp; And once I had, she spread her legs for to me.&nbsp;&nbsp;

I put my paws to her chest, ran them down, felt each pair of nubs along the way.&nbsp; She looked rough at her edges, but her fur was so soft.&nbsp; Her tail spun between my legs, thick and fluffy, tickling my thighs, my rump, my balls.&nbsp;&nbsp;

She didn't know.&nbsp; Did I want her to know?&nbsp; I didn't know.&nbsp;&nbsp;

Her hand followed mine down her middle, slow, all the way to her spade.&nbsp; I held her at the hips and watched her work.&nbsp; Her claws were long and curved, and moved with deliberate grace.&nbsp; She fingered her sex open and held it for me.&nbsp;&nbsp;

My shaft was ready.&nbsp; I wasn't.&nbsp; But the tip fit so well.&nbsp; She made a noise, like purring, like cooing.&nbsp; Her other hand put to my chest, gripped my fur, pulled me down.&nbsp; It slid right in.&nbsp; She was warmer, wetter than any bitch before.&nbsp; Maybe I was just paying more attention.&nbsp; Her insides weren't tight, they didn't fight me inch by inch.&nbsp; But once it was in, well and truly in, she squeezed all around me; first a gentle caress, then a blanketing wrap, then a lustful grip.&nbsp; Her hips worked up and down, her spade stroked the whole of my length.&nbsp;&nbsp;

"Big boy indeed."&nbsp; She grinned wide, showed me some fang.&nbsp;&nbsp;

I gave it right back.&nbsp; The thurst, the fang.&nbsp; Even a snarl.&nbsp; Must've looked more hungry than anything else.&nbsp; Can't say I wasn't.&nbsp;&nbsp;

And all the while, her hand kept on the last little bit that hadn't yet gone in, what was gonna be my knot.&nbsp; Telling me it was okay.&nbsp; Telling me it was good.&nbsp; Telling me to keep it in.&nbsp;&nbsp;

But she was my mom.&nbsp; I was in her.&nbsp; Fucking her.&nbsp; Or, she was fucking me.&nbsp; And if she didn't stop, she was gonna get that knot.&nbsp;&nbsp;

And she wasn't going to stop.&nbsp; That's what I'd come for, why I'd come - she took knots.&nbsp; And I was all wrapped up and ready.&nbsp; She was gonna fuck 'til we tied, and then 'til I came.&nbsp; Just like every other john getting their rocks off on the age gap.&nbsp;&nbsp;

She was good.&nbsp; I was getting my rocks off, and fast.&nbsp; Why was she so fucking good?&nbsp; I mean, I knew.&nbsp; She wouldn't still be doing it that long, in a room like that, if she wasn't god-fucking good.&nbsp;&nbsp;

It was there at the base of my cock, and almost as much at the tip.&nbsp; The pressing.&nbsp; The beating.&nbsp; That itch at the back that needed her to scratch.&nbsp; My knot wanted in.&nbsp; She already had me close.&nbsp; It hissed right out, "Oh fuck, Mom!"&nbsp;&nbsp;

I bit my tongue trying to take it back.&nbsp; But she'd heard.&nbsp; Her hips stopped.&nbsp; My face burned beneath my fur, my heart banged so damn loud.&nbsp;&nbsp;

And then she said, a little softer, "Aren't you a bad boy?"&nbsp;&nbsp;

Her hips came up, she took me to the hilt, gave my itch her scratch.&nbsp; Then her rhythm was back.&nbsp; I looked down, and she wore this odd little grin.&nbsp; It dawned on me - this wasn't the first time someone'd said something like that.&nbsp; I was still just another john.&nbsp; If also a perv.&nbsp;&nbsp;

"Come on, baby, I know you've been wanting this."&nbsp;&nbsp;

Her words bit just right.&nbsp; They made my shaft beat.&nbsp; They made my heart race.&nbsp; I smelled her on me, and I did want it.&nbsp; My shame broke, instinct spilled through.&nbsp; I grabbed her shoulders, thrust back in, sudden, hard.&nbsp; It rippled through her, thighs to belly to chest; it rose through her throat and came out as a gasp.&nbsp; Her paws went from me to the sheets, she dug her claws in.&nbsp; I hilted again, rocked the whole bed, made her snarl with pleasure.&nbsp;&nbsp;

"Bad... boy," she gasped out.&nbsp; "You're gonna-!"

My tail curled between my legs, my hips shook with each good rut.&nbsp; It itched so bad, that ring at my base, the start of my knot.&nbsp; Popped it in, then out, then in again.&nbsp; She gripped it at each pass.&nbsp; Each time a little tighter, a litte harder, a little closer.&nbsp; Almost, almost...

"Of fuckin' course," I snarled back, slammed in one more time, hilted and held.&nbsp;&nbsp;

I felt it swell.&nbsp; I felt her clamp.&nbsp; I felt it catch.&nbsp; She clutched me, stroked me like she wanted my pups.&nbsp; I couldn't not give them to her.&nbsp; She was gonna make me cum.&nbsp; I was gonna cum in her.&nbsp; It was coming.&nbsp; It was coming, it was, it...&nbsp; "Fuck, fuck-!"&nbsp; It bloomed in me, in her, all the way down.&nbsp; A seed of heat at my tip, so ready to shoot.&nbsp; Her pucker kissed me back.&nbsp;&nbsp;

"Take it, Mom!"&nbsp;&nbsp;

I shot and shot and shot.&nbsp; The condom caught it, every drop.&nbsp; I filled it inside her, right at her bottom.&nbsp; And when I was done breeding, or something sorta-like, her hands uncurled from my waistfur.&nbsp; I hadn't even felt her holding me in.&nbsp;&nbsp;

She was panting.&nbsp; I was, too.&nbsp; She rolled me onto bed along her side.&nbsp; We lay, tied.&nbsp; I put my arm over her.&nbsp; She put hers to my belly.&nbsp; There wasn't a thought in my head, but for that sharp little grin at the corner of her muzzle.&nbsp;&nbsp;

It was nice.&nbsp; Until time came, and I had to untie.&nbsp;&nbsp;

I went back to the shower, stood under the water.&nbsp; It was still hot.&nbsp; Every bit of me was trying to shake.&nbsp;&nbsp;

She was my mom.&nbsp; I was sure.&nbsp; Dunno why, but fucking her'd convinced me.&nbsp; And she was good.&nbsp; Goddamn good.&nbsp; Best I'd ever had.&nbsp; Couldn't wait to do it again.&nbsp;

Freak.&nbsp; Motherfucking freak.&nbsp; That's what I was.&nbsp; No, something even worse.&nbsp; The longer I turned it over in my head, the harder it came to not think of doing more.&nbsp; Taking it all the way.&nbsp; Her cunt on my cock, nothing in between.&nbsp; I wanted to fuck her raw.&nbsp; I wanted to knot her bare.&nbsp; I wanted to shoot it all inside and leave that wad in her.&nbsp;&nbsp;

I think I wanted to knock her up.&nbsp;&nbsp;

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