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Autumn breeze washes in over the bay and the port town surrounding it, greeting a tall redtail boa on her way along cobbled streets. She is Tai Wanderer, the merchant lord of the Wandering Winds trading company and patriarch of her family. She's recently retired from leadership duties, splitting them among her children, and is spending some of her newly-gained free time catching up with them. This evening, she is visiting her third-oldest, Lorena, and her family.

Tai turns into the wind, closing her violet eyes and taking in the salty air as it washes over her, whipping her scarf and fluttering her skirts. For a moment, she is fully at peace. When it calms, she sighs her happiness, then continues her trek. Cresting a hill, she beholds her destination—a villa overlooking the docks. It is relatively simple for its kind, and not ostentatious in the least, its beauty coming from the simplicity of its design and the skill of its builders. Tai lets herself in through the gate.

A pair of joyful squeals echo from within the picturesque, formerly-quiet villa when Tai Wanderer knocks on the door. Chuckling to herself, she takes a step back and makes a few last-second adjustments to her outfit to ensure it looks perfect—centering the cloak over her shoulders, tightening her scarf, then smoothing out her skirts. The door swings open wide to reveal—

Tai looks down. A pair of sea otter pups—her grandchildren—throw themselves at her. She stoops down just in time to catch them, one in each arm.

"Da's Da!"

"Good evening, pups!" She matches their enthusiasm, squeezing the fluffy little otters tightly to her sides as they giggle. A commotion from further inside draws her attention.

"Girls!" comes a frantic shout, followed by the appearance of their sire, Tai's daughter Lorena. She's out of breath when she stumbles to a stop. "What have me and your Ma told you about opening the door?"

"But Daaaaaa," Skip, the elder, whines, stamping her little paw. "We knew who it was!"

Sensing a coming confrontation, Tai intervenes.

"We know you did, and I am very happy to see you both." She scritches her fingers through the four-year-old's fluffy, dense headfur. "But you should still listen to your Da. She has a point." She leans in conspiratorially to stage-whisper to the pups. "And if you cause too much trouble, she may not let you come work for me once you're old enough!"

Lorena takes the opportunity given to her, and leans down to poke their sides. "That's right, you rascals. Now come along, wash those paws so we can eat."

The pups shriek and giggle and rush back inside. Tai watches them go, then rises to properly greet her daughter.

Lorena is one of a select few creatures who are actually taller than Tai—by about half a foot—standing around 7'4". Though her mother was even taller—a truly massive mako shark who once plagued Tai's shipping until Tai dealt with her—she's still more than large enough to tower over most. She inherited her mother's muscular build as well, which only makes her soft-spoken, hesitant, and kind demeanor all the more charming.

"Lorena, it is so good to see you again."

"Good evening, Dad. Um, come on in. Sorry about the girls, they're just so excited to see you." She steps aside, holding the door, so her sire can join her in the entry.

"Oh, it is no bother, Lory." Tai pats her shoulder affectionately as she passes.

"So how's Elation? Couldn't make it?"

"She is well, but wasn't feeling up for the walk."

"Mmm. Too, uh, gravid?" Lorena gestures with her hand to illustrate a large belly.

"Indeed. When I got up from bed to change, she rolled over, threw her head back, and rested the back of her hand against her brow, and in a tone every bit the fainting damsel she was acting, said to me, 'Oh, Father, I could not possibly make such a long trip, as heavy with eggs as I am! I fear you shall have to go alone! But send my warmest regards to my darling half-sister. And if you are delayed in returning, please feel free to stay the night with her family, I'm sure they would love to have you! I shall survive one night alone without my lover here to keep me warm.'"

Lorena chuckles and shakes her head. "You gotta tell Mary and the pups, they'll love that." She gestures for Tai to come with her, and leads her through her home. The smell from the kitchen is more appetizing the closer they get, until they arrive in the dining room. Skip and Tyke come crashing in behind them, throwing themselves into their Da.

"Alright, pups, now that we're all here, let's set the table."

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Skip and Tyke have just finished when their mother enters with the first of the evening's dishes. Like her daughters, Mary is a sea otter, 5'5" with dense fur, webbed digits, and a thick tail. She's wearing an elegant dress—simple but finely crafted and cared for—powder blue to match her wife's scales.

She sets it down, then takes a quick hug from Tai before scurrying back into the kitchen. Lorena helps the pups to their seats, then follows after her to help.

The meal is delicious. It begins with spiced pumpkin soup, warm and smooth. For the main course, salmon fillets with a lemon-caper sauce, garnished with slices of orange and lemon, plus fresh parsley. The salmon is soft, tender, and flaky, and the pop of citrus elevates it further. To the side, mashed golden potatoes and roasted tomatoes round it out.

As they eat, they exchange stories, including Tai's retelling of Elation's theatrics. It's a hit. She and Mary share a knowing smile, fully aware of why Elation chose not to come, and why she encouraged Tai to stay the night.

"We shall have to make plans to visit the estate again soon."

"Ooh I wanna see aunt Elation again!" Skip bounces in her seat.

"And uncle Kalim,"Tyke adds.

"And aunt Nycea!"

"Her feathers are pretty."

"Perhaps next week," Mary offers, "time permitting, of course."

Skip turns to her mother, swallowing hard to clear her maw of half-chewed food. "Ma, did I hatch from an egg?"

"No, dear," Mary chuckles, reaching over to pluck a bit of fish from the pup's whiskers. "You and your sister are both otters, so you didn't hatch from eggs."

"Ohh. So I was just a weird brown lump when I came out of you?"

"Mmm, yes, I suppose." Mary nods. "But I think you were very cute." She leans in to nuzzle the pup's head.

"Like a potato," Tyke comments, look of grave concentration on her muzzle, picking a sliver of skin from her mashed potatoes.

That gets everyone laughing.

When plates are empty, Mary has the pups fetch a basket of nectarines as dessert.

Mary eats hers intentionally messy, with big, slow, sucking bites, letting juice drip down her whiskers and chin, quietly moaning about how delicious and juicy it is, then winks at her wife. Lorena can only stare, jaw hanging open, as a blush covers her face and neck. Tai and Mary share knowing smiles.

With dinner finished, Tai volunteers to play with the pups for a bit so Lorena and Mary can clean up. The girls drag Tai all around the villa, each room a new game. In the sitting room, the couch becomes a sinking ship, the chairs lifeboats, and Tai a great mythical sea-beast eager to devour waterlogged sailors.

The girls' bedroom is a naval battle, with their beds acting as two ships alongside one another. It's decided by coin-flip that Tyke's bed is one of Tai's merchant vessels—but armed to the teeth—and Skip's bed is a pirate ship. Tai is elected the evil pirate captain, as well as the beautiful kidnapped damsel, while Skip and Tyke take on the roles of captain and boatswain of the good ship Lightning Dragon. When Tai offers that a first mate is a higher rank than a boatswain, the girls both shoot her down, owing to "boatswain" being a much more fun word to say.

In a climactic final duel, the girls board Tai's pirate vessel, defeat her and cast her into the shark-infested swell, and then tug her right back up from the floor to rescue her and take her back to the other bed—ship. Halfway through their escape, Skip freezes in the middle of the floor, thoughtfully scowling. Tai gives her a moment, then pets her head.

"What troubles you so, dear Captain?"

"Da's Da," she begins, looking up with a pout on her muzzle. "Why won't Ma and Da make us any more siblings? It's not as fun when it's just two of us."

Oh, the things that come from children's mouths. Despite her many years of experience as a parent, it still takes a remarkable effort to school her amusement into a look of love and reassurance.

"Well, Skip," Tai kneels to get closer to the four-year-old's height and speak more directly to her. "I don't know. Maybe they've just been so happy raising you and Tyke, they haven't thought about more pups yet." She pets over her soft headfur. "But perhaps I could talk with them about it," she adds with a wink.

Mary interrupts any chance for further playtime by calling the pups to the sitting room for lute practice. Both groan, until Tai shares her excitement to hear it—that sends both of them scurrying. Tai takes a moment to tidy their beds before following.

For half an hour, Mary and the pups take turns playing music. Lute is her specialty, and she is teaching the pups. So far, neither is particularly skilled, but both are enthusiastic learners, marveling at the songs their mother plays and eager to show off for Tai.

When the pups can no longer carry on conversation from their yawns, and the three-year-old clambers into her mother's lap to curl up, Mary declares that it's bedtime.

Skip, finding one last burst of energy, hops up and down, running to grab Tai's hand.

"Can Da's Da tell us a story?"

Tai smiles down at her, using her free hand to tussle the pup's ears. "I suppose I could tell you one story."

Skip throws her hands up with a little woo.

"Let's hurry along then," Mary chides, helping Tyke down onto her unsteady paws. "And get you two into your bedclothes."

While the children sprint to their shared bedroom with Mary following along right behind, Tai and Lorena take their time.

"Sorry, they can be a lot."

"I think they are lovely. I enjoy every chance I get to spend time with them, and with you and Mary. You both should be so proud."

"Thanks." Lorena ducks her head, bashful.

"Now come along, I believe I owe them a story."

"And I may need to help Mary wrangle the rascals into bed."

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Once Skip and Tyke are tucked in, their parents retreat to stand arm in arm in the doorway. Tai takes a seat in the rocking chair in the middle of the room, right between their beds, and begins her story.

"Once upon a time, there was a great sea captain. She was young, but intelligent and skilled beyond her years, eager to prove herself. She went on an adventure," Tai sweeps her arm out, "far beyond the usual sailing lanes, seeking new lands and new people to trade with. She found the kingdom of the Southern Isles."

Lorena quietly gasps, drawing an inquisitive glance from her wife. She opens her mouth to answer, but Tai continues, so she swallows her words.

"The isles were beautiful, full of life and love—and so were their people. The young Captain spent many days there, on both business and pleasure. One day, while walking along the shore and enjoying the warmth of the sand on her bare scales, the Captain made a new friend." Tai closes her eyes, leaning her head back and rocking quietly a moment. "She was a kingfisher, a bird with beautiful plumage like a rainbow. She was also a princess, proud and athletic and—" Tai hesitates, considering her words carefully, "—eager to have fun."

"Nycea's mother," Lorena whispers into Mary's ear, earning her raised eyebrows. "They had a, uh, dalliance." Mary nods, pressing closer to her blushing wife.

"The Captain and her new friend the Princess spent the whole day together, laughing and playing. When they grew tired, the Captain and the Princess said their goodbyes and went their separate ways, but promised they would always be friends, and always remember that day together. And even though the Captain had to leave again to answer adventure's call, she kept her promise."

Tai glances to the pups, finding them nodding off, and grins. Dropping her voice to a soothing whisper, she rises to approach their beds. "Even to this day, the great captain keeps her promise. She still loves and remembers her friend the princess, and she still remembers that one wonderful day." She gives each pup a kiss to the brow, first Tyke, then Skip. As quietly as she can, she steps away and retreats to the door, giving Mary and Lorena a warm if wistful smile, and trading off so they can kiss their pups goodnight, too.

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Lorena closes the door, leaving the three adults standing in the hallway outside the pups' room. Tai smiles, watching her move so carefully, sigh so quietly, to avoid waking Tyke and Skip. But as she straightens up, Mary exchanges a glance with Tai and she knows it is time. She takes a step back, to follow the other two, as Mary grasps Lorena's hand and begins leading her towards their bedroom.

Lory, a few steps behind on the plan, blinks, confused, but follows along, glancing between Tai and the top of Mary's head like they might wordlessly explain the situation.

Mary and Lorena's bedroom is, much like the rest of their villa, gorgeous. It is beautifully furnished. The king-size bed sits in the middle of the wall directly opposite the door, and Tai imagines the pups frequently rushing in and leaping upon the bed at full speed. Large windows look out over the bay, with gossamer curtains fluttering in the cool breeze.

Still holding her wife's hand, Mary gestures to the foot of the bed, and Tai sits.

"I had an ulterior motive, inviting your sire over and bringing her with us to our bedroom."

"Y-you did?" Lorena glances between her wife and her sire. Tai recognizes burgeoning arousal in the way her eyes glide along their bodies.

"Yes." She nods, trailing a finger up the center of Lorena's torso. "I am well aware of Tai Wanderer's proclivities, and I was hoping she might help me with something." She begins undressing her wife, untucking her shirt from within her breeches. "Something very important. Dear to me."

Lorena gulps.

"I have noticed that your feminine sex has not received the attention you deserve. Much as I love you, and care for you with my hands and muzzle, there are some things I just cannot do for you. And your sire is here to help with that."

Lorena's breeches drop to the floor, exposing her lower half. She shivers, more from excitement than the cool night air in the bedroom. Immediately, her erect, prehensile shaft curves to caress Mary's hand. Lorena rubs the back of her neck.

"Sorry, she's excited."

Mary giggles, then takes it in hand and leans forward to place a single, chaste kiss on the shaft. "I'm afraid I cannot reach to remove your shirt without some assistance, though."

Lorena shucks it in one smooth motion, giggling through her nerves and arousal.

While the wives work on getting Mary out of her dress, Tai stands, discards her blouse, then rapidly her skirts and underwear, revealing the full splendor of her body. Her scales—including her saddle stripes—are a creamy pinkish color, owing to her hypomelanism. She drags a hand down her own body, from her shoulder, following the swell of her large breast, down trim abdomen, to her wide hip, then to grip the twin bases of her long hemipenes as she watches the other two appreciatively.

Once Mary is fully denuded, dense fluffy brown fur on display and nipples hardening, she reaches out for Tai's hand, beckoning her to join them. Tai accepts, and Mary pulls her in. Together they coax Lorena into the large bed, slipping in to either side of her, cuddling up. Holding her, whispering affirmations—Mary's a storybook romance, Tai's a doting parent, and both a lover.

They start with slow, gentle touches, fingertips ghosting over skin, tracing the shapes of her muscles and curves. Tai compliments her breasts, large and soft and luscious despite her physique. Mary thanks her for siring so buxom a daughter, while a tent forms in the sheet.

"My lord, did you know my wife loves to have her nipples teased?"

Tai turns to Lorena. "Do you?" The shark hybrid nods, blush having long since overtaken her face and throat. "How would you like them teased?"

"Could you—your lips. And tongue."

"Of course."

Tai tweaks a nipple between forefinger and thumb before leaning in to take it into her mouth, sucking gently and kneading it with her lips, before flicking her thin tongue against it. While she does, Mary's hand migrates southward, maps the ridges of her abs, as Mary suckles at her other tit.

The sheet bobs ominously, darkening at the tip from her pre. She begs them to let her catch her breath. They oblige.

Mary scoots down to rest her head on her pillow, spreading her fluffy legs. To pass the time, she lazily strokes a finger up and down the cleft of her vagina.

When Lorena catches her breath, she turns first to her sire. "May I..." She gestures at her wife.

"Of course. I will follow you."

Lorena rolls over to curl around Mary's side, dwarfing the small otter. Tai follows, pressing against Lorena's back.

"I need to be inside of you."

And I need you inside of me." Mary twists in place to face her wife, slipping her leg between Lorena's knees. "How would you like to take me, Dear One?"

"Uh." Lorena hesitates, thinks about it. Mary trails her leg up and down Lory's. "On your back."

"So brave, telling me what you want in front of your sire." Mary rolls over, spreading her legs and allowing Lorena to take her position overtop of her.

Lorena is careful, hovering over her lover in a well-practiced stance to keep her weight off Mary. The majority of her action is in her penis itself—base visible to Tai as it wriggles and writhes within the sea otter.

Mary raises her arms to wrap them around Lorena's neck and pull her tighter.

"You are so gentle, my love. It takes effort and care to be so gentle, and I love that about you." She runs a hand along Lorena's snout. "But how many times have I told you, love of my life, that I am not made of glass? Tonight, with your lord father here to help care for you, I want you to let go. I want you to let go and give me all you can. Give it to me hard."

Tai moves in behind Lorena, gently sweeping her tail out of the way. Lorena gives an unconscious thrust into her wife, earning her a delighted coo from the sea otter below her. Tai takes the opportunity to admire her daughter's ass—the tone and bulk of it, the obvious power behind that thrust. She runs a hand over it, squeezes a cheek.

Lorena turns to look over her shoulder, lust and love and trust in her eyes. Tai gives her a smile, then looks lower.

Her pussy is soaked, arousal running down the backside of her scrotum to drip down over Mary's tail and puddle in the bedsheets.

"My, my, Lory." She dips a finger in. "So wet, so ready and eager for your sire." Coiling her tail around her daughter's, she takes her cocks in hand.

Lorena whimpers.

"My lord, please do not tease my dearest so." Mary pets a fluffy hand along Lorena's snout, soothing her. "She may climax too early."

Poor Lorena can only hide her blushing face in the pillow while Mary and Tai share a quiet laugh, Mary peppering wherever she can reach with kisses.

"I wouldn't want that." Tai places a single kiss to the taut muscles of her daughter's back, then lines the tip of one phallus up with Lorena's vagina, easing in slowly, gentle but insistent, until she hilts.

Lorena slams her hips into Mary's with a stuttering moan of "Mary," clenching down on her sire's member and twitching.

"Yes, like that." Mary coos, arms tightening and webbed toes curling as Lorena suddenly cums in her.

"Sorry," Lorena groans between grunts and spurts.

"You're okay, my darling." Mary's hands stroke over every inch of Lorena's back and sides she can reach.

"Remember, this is for you, Lory." Gently grinding her hips against Lorena's ass, Tai murmurs encouragements. "Ohh, you truly were in need of care for your feminine sex." She places another soft kiss to Lorena's shoulder, then her neck. "I am sorry it took so long to give you what you so desperately needed."

Lorena gives another couple humps into her wife.

"Ride it out, my love," Mary whispers.

"That's it." Tai reaches down between them to gently cup the hybrid's balls, hold them as they draw up and flex with each pulse of her orgasm. "Give her all you have."

Mary exults in the feeling of being filled, throwing her head back and wriggling in ecstasy, little legs kicking up to either side of her wife.

When the aftershocks subside, and Lorena slowly catches her breath, Tai leans up to whisper in her ear, "Ready for round two?"

Lorena sputters. "Whuh, what?"

Mary giggles below her, drunk on love.

"Neither I nor your wife have climaxed yet, Lory, of course there must be more." She pulls out until only her tip remains inside, pauses, then thrusts back in, hips clapping against Lorena's ass and sending her humping deeply into Mary.

"Yes!" Mary cries out, hands clinging to Lorena's sides.

When Tai pulls back, Lorena's hips follow stutteringly. In doing so, she draws her still-sensitive cock out of Mary, only to slam it back in when Tai humps her.

Mary bites her lip and hums.

"There is your enthusiasm!" Tai pulls back again, and Lorena chases after. "Let us see if we can't set a rhythm, Lory." Hips clap together.

Lorena buries her snout in the pillow to muffle her moan as she is driven into her wife again.

"Do not hide your voice, my love," Mary begs. "Let your lord father hear it ring out as you sing for us!"

Tai grins as she rolls her hips, up and out, down and in, Lorena following right along behind her.

"That's it, my daughter." Gradually, as Lorena catches on to the motion and the pace, Tai pulls back enough to let her take over.

With Mary below her cooing and moaning with each thrust, and Tai behind her to hilt her on her retreat, Lorena fucks herself between her wife and sire. Her large breasts swing pendulously below her, clapping against her ribs and tantalizing Mary into reaching up and taking them into her paws.

"Such big, beautiful breasts you have, dear one." She holds them, supporting them as they overfill her hands. "And your nipples," her hands shift, allowing her to trace her areolas with her thumbs. "So plump and perky!" She pinches them both between her thumbs and forefingers, twisting.

Lorena throws her head back and cries out, "Mary!" hilting her wife with such vigor the bed knocks against the wall.

Tai hums her approval, massaging her hands up Lorena's sides from her hips to the tops of her breasts, and back down. Her tail tightens its hold on Lorena's, coiling around it and giving the hybrid another point of connection to hold onto.

Mary eases her grip on Lory's nipples, leaning in to draw one into her maw and suckle at it, laving it with her tongue. The other, she strokes soothingly over with her thumb.

Between grunting humps, Lorena shifts onto one arm, snaking the other down Mary's body seeking her clitoris. She has no sooner begun circling it with her finger than Mary pops off her nipple to chastise her.

"This is for you, dear one." Her free hand takes Lorena's and guides it away, then takes its spot. "I will make sure I get there, too, you just focus on yourself."

A nod and saccharine-sweet "I love you" is all the response Lorena can manage. Mary switches to her other tit.

Tai, meanwhile, is in incestuous heaven. She loves Lorena and Mary too much—and respects their marriage bond too much—to have ever even considered this arrangement, had it not been Mary who approached her about it. Now that she's here, though, Lorena's inexperienced channel is like a dream—deliciously tight, flutteringly uncertain, drenched with arousal, eager to be plumbed and filled.

And filled it shall be.

As Tai nears her orgasm, she leans in, whispering into Lorena's ear, "Hold, please, when next you withdraw." Lorena does as asked, pulling out and falling still with her sire's cock hilted inside her. Tai kisses her neck then pulls herself back, all the way out. Her second penis, which heretofore had been relegated to passing between Lorena's buttocks, she rubs down with the mix of precum and vaginal fluid coating the first. Taking both hemipenes in hand, she lines the twinned tips back up with her daughter's entrance.

Lorena glances over her shoulder, panting and fucked silly, blush having long spread all the way down her neck to color along the tops of her breasts, love and lust clouding her eyes, and smiles. Tai can't help but tease her.

"While I was entertaining your precious daughters earlier, Skip lamented to me that playtime is not as fun with just herself and Tyke. She wished to know why the two of you won't make her any more siblings. I promised her I would speak to you about it." She winks.

Before Lorena has a chance to reply, Tai leans in to capture her lips with her own, and thrusts in with enough force to smack her balls into Lory's. Lorena screams into her mouth on being doubly penetrated, all but collapsing onto her wife as she explodes into her second orgasm.

When Tai pulls her snout away, Lorena turns to bury hers in Mary's neck, breathing deeply of her scent and grunting into her fur. Her tail winds as tightly as it can around and with Tai's, squeezing as her whole body tenses with the power of her climax. Her hips shake and twitch in approximations of rapid thrusts, caught between her wife's eager, thirsty pussy and her sire's twin shafts.

Mary lets go of her wife's breast to reach up and caress the back of her head, petting her as she soothes, "That's it, you're doing so well. You feel so good inside me, wriggling and spending yourself." She feverishly works at her own clit to catch up to her.

Tai thought she was in heaven before. Now, she knows it was a cruel approximation, for she achieves true ecstasy with both her shafts squeezed inside Lorena's twitching pussy. She presses herself to Lorena's back, huge breasts spilling out to either side, and moans. "Oh, Lorena." She works her hips in slow, gentle circles and grinds, contrasting Lorena's own frantic twitches and humps. "So beautiful, so kind, so loving a daughter, a wife, a father." Her testes clench and draw up. "To you I give my love, my seed."

Lorena's orgasm redoubles when Tai unleashes the deluge of her semen into her inexperienced vagina. She gasps, turns away from Mary's ear to scream, cries, as she is given the love she has needed for so long. Her balls ache with the effort to pump more cum into the otter below her, clenching in time with her sire's as she is filled and fills.

Mary, tears in her own eyes, takes Lorena's snout in her hands in order to turn her back to face her and plant an enthusiastic kiss on her lips, and finally blessedly crest into her own orgasm. With practiced ease their tongues dance between their maws, as Mary squeezes down on her wife's member like a vice. She twitches and coos, legs doing their best to lock behind Lorena's hips with Tai on her back, webbed toes wiggling and clenching in the air.

---

Tai pulls out to admire her daughter's well-used vagina, clenching down on nothing and leaking the twinned load she packed into it. She smirks, petting down Lorena's sweat-soaked buttock, then moves away to give the lovers a moment.

When Mary pries Lorena's lips from her own to come up for air, they both giggle.

"Gods above, I love you, Mary." She pecks her lips. "My darling." Again. "Light of my life." And again. "My ocean dream."

"And I you, dear one, so much more than I have words for right now." She sighs, saccharine sweet, and nuzzles up under Lorena's chin. "Spoon me, please?"

"Anything for you." Lorena lifts herself up from her much smaller wife, flopping down beside her with her hand on the otter's now-rounded middle, packed as full as it is with her love.

Mary takes a moment to groom, fluffing out all her fur again and basking in her afterglow, then stretches out all her limbs and yawns. Holding Lorena's hand, she rolls onto her side, tugging her lover along to press in against her back.

From her spot seated at the foot of the enormous bed, Tai watches, proud. Once they're snuggled tightly together, Mary reaches back to pat Lorena's hip.

"Go ahead, big lug."

Lorena lifts her head, turning pleading eyes to Tai. "Dad, could you, uh. Spoon me, too?"

"So proud," Mary pets her more.

"Of course, Lory. I would love to hold you, my daughter." Tai crawls up the bed to join them, pressing herself as close to Lory as she can. She snakes her free hand first between Mary and Lorena, to gently caress the scales over Lory's cum-packed womb—Tai's handiwork—before retreating and resting it over Mary's hip.

"Mmmmmm, my lord," Mary sighs the words out, "thank you so much for your help tonight. You have done so much for both of us."

"It was my pleasure, Mary. I would not dream of leaving my precious daughter feeling unsatisfied." She purrs the word into Lory's ear, earning her a little shiver.

A quiet moment passes. Mary reaches out to the bedside table and retrieves a book. Over Lorena's shoulder, Tai vaguely recognizes it as a recently-published romance novel.

"If you'll permit me, I thought it may be fun to share a passage with you." Mary opens it to a marked page. Lorena perks up, then groans.

"Aw no, Mary."

Tai lifts her head to rest it on Lorena's shoulder. "I do enjoy fun."

Mary reads aloud a scene from early in the story, wherein the heroine, a large and muscular orca woman, stands below the balcony of her betrothed, a small and delicate weasel woman, declaring the depths of her undying love in dramatic and floral language.

"'And lo, I could not stop myself from loving thee any more than I could stop the dawn, or the waves crashing upon the shore.' She drops to her knees, hands clasped over her bosom. 'For thou art my sun, my sea, my guiding stars at night! I need only look upon thee and mine bosom doth swell with love, with need! And all mine body fills with that love, a warmth, a spark! An effervescent joy that rises from me in giggle and song.'"

Lorena chuckles. "Nobody even talks like that."

"Oh indeed."

"And especially not us!"

"Mmm, but imagine," Mary sighs, "if you had serenaded me with such poetry as your novel counterpart tonight, while your sire was filling you up!"

Tai laughs, as Lorena ducks her head to hide her blushing face in Mary's fluffy fur, and Mary growls with newfound friskiness.