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Kaoru's Mom's a Female Werewolf!	By : c0p13r Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 65 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Unagiya Costume Party
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            “Arf!”
            Ichigo blinked, taken aback and not really sure what to make of the situation. He’d done as she had bid him: “Come to work in costume, Ichigo-chan! It’s the season when the Unagiya is extra exciting.” And though he had debated whether or not to show up, he had donned a lazy costume; a casual vampire with a cape that Yuzu had put together – because she was always excited to see her brother dress up and seem socially active – and a little spittle of fake blood running from the corner of his mouth – courtesy of Karin, who more wanted to join in his reluctant cosplay. But aside from those traits, he wore his usual attire of trendy t-shirt and slim-fit pants.
            So when he opened the office door with the bell’s jingle and a droning “I’m here,” he was caught off guard finding his voluptuous boss in a deep squat, assuming the posture of a sitting dog. And in a costume befitting her manner. Fingerless gloves of soft gray fur pulled up her arms just above the elbow, with press-on black fingernails on her fingertips, making them dull claws. Similar leggings ran up to the upper part of her thick thighs, covering her smooth skin with a layer of fur. She wore her cap – as usual – but from either side sprouted two large perked-up dog ears of matching fur, and a little black dog nose painted on the tip of her own. Her flashing teeth showed slightly enhanced canines. A collar – or a choker – around her neck with a tag baring the Unagiya insignia was basically the end the of costume, the rest of her clothes gone, her big, mother’s milkers pressed between her straight arms, facing Ichigo with duo brown nipples that were pert and swollen from the cold without and the heat within. Her pussy flashed its broad, dark bush shamelessly between her splayed legs, the promise of a ready cunt dripping openly to the floor. Oh, and there was a tail too, Ichigo noticed perhaps lastly; a fluffy, swooshing tail wagging back and forth behind her.
            “Arf!”
            “I-Ikumi-san?!” Ichigo instinctively took a step back, not trusting his eyes from zeroing in on the most voluptuous parts of her. Set, poised to pounce, there was a flicker of humanity in her act; a mischievous smirk that he’d seen far too often when she was about to force him to do something he did not want to do.
            Sure enough, she coiled back, her bare feet planting into the floor for a good hold, and then she lunged onto her employee, slamming him back into the door, and vivaciously running her tongue against his cheek. Again, with more apprehension in his voice, Ichigo called out to her, now truly unsure if she’d taken leave of her senses! Of course, his cock had grown stiff already, and it only exacerbated his circumstance when he noticed that those big breasts he secretly adored were shoving up against his chest. He could feel the buds pressing into him from beyond his thin shirt and could even detect the humid arousal through his jeans.
            The tail wagged still behind her, from between her full cheeks rather than the base of her spine. Yet Ichigo was not yet there enough to make a move and put hands on her, though her tongue was making his cheek wet with her spit.
            Her tongue slipped – accident? or no… – and went into his mouth. He stammered, heat rising to his face as she pulled a thread of spit from his lips with her tongue. And then she lapped at her own, showing her approval. That wry smirk of hers appeared and made Ichigo gulp.
            Turning abruptly on him, she made tit-jiggling, butt-bouncing bounds to the couch and immediately set herself up on it, pulling her knees up on the cushions, jutting her backside out with her tail still flailing from between her cheeks, an excited look in her eyes as she turned to Ichigo. She gave an expectant “ruff!” Her legs opened just a bit more; a nice pathway to her muff.
            No fool by any means, Ichigo understood the message conveyed. Having laid Tatsuki and Orihime together quite recently… together, each in their own little decorative outfits for the holiday – Orihime as the skimpily-clad nurse whose bust could not fit in her own apron, and Tatsuki, having come from a tourney that she could not miss, was dressed in a robe and presented herself as a martial artist champion, which prompted some argument between her and Ichigo on whether an actual profession counted as a costume. In any case, he plowed them both at Orihime’s apartment, neither girl able to get enough of it, and in the end, he gave their treat all over their faces and open mouths; Orihime, in reverence to the sticky flavor, cupped her hands beneath her to catch any drippy mess to slurp up.
            It had been a party, but Ichigo had the reserves for the afterparty. Ikumi-san was gorgeous, after all, and she had promised perks. And if this was one of them…
            Fine, he decided, throwing back his cape and moving behind the older woman as she watched him with excitement in her eyes. He unzipped, unbutton, and dug out his rigid cock for her to see. Her eyes sparkled in wonder.
            His blunt tip was applied to her wet snatch, gathering her lubricants before pressing and burrowing in. She’d been taken by her fingers and various toys in her motherhood; it was good to have a big, thick cock with throbbing life prying her apart for its stay. And with her hands – or paws for tonight – she grabbed the cushions, even chomping down on them with her side teeth to suppress an undulating groan of pleasure.
            Ichigo spanked her cheek; it bounced from the force before blushing in the outline of his hand. “No biting the furniture,” he grumbled, partially in character, though it may just have been a long-awaited excuse to beat her behind; a bit of retribution for when she scolded him in unorthodox way.
            With a thrill, her mouth opened, her slobber running onto the couch from her grinning lips. “Yes!” she gasped in obedience, and then was delivered another smack to her other cheek; a reminder that dogs cannot speak. Biting her bottom lip, she could at least nod enthusiastically. “Arf!”
            He plugged himself all the way inside of her, grabbing her tail to keep it out of the way. But in pulling it up, he saw that it was not simply an accessory, but a device; a sexual device. The tail wagged on embedded mechanisms, but the point of it was to be inserted in the anus. Pulling at it, Ichigo could see the bulb pressing out from her backside. If he was careless, he could dislodge it.
            He was careless, but only because she was thrusting back to his stilled cock, eager for him to abate her heat. The ball came out – and Ikumi yipped in some mix of pleasure and pain – and Ichigo expected to be holding a flapping tail disengaged from its owner. Yet, to his surprise, he saw that the ball was just one of at least two on a string! One came out, but another down the line kept the toy locked in the mom. And if Ichigo could guess, he would say there were enough inside her to keep the pressure on his cock all the way through her. He’d just thought she was naturally tight!
            The thought of her fixing herself onto this device, whimpering in her little dog costume as she inserted the bulbs one after the other until only the tail was sticking out…! Ichigo pressed the dislodged ball back into her with all haste as his hips already began to move. She howled loudly from her rear entrance being spread and filled again, the toy pushing deeper into her bowels so that her employee could feel it grinding down on his shaft.
            He took fistfuls of her ass first, to commend their resilience and admire the way they fluttered with each resonating buck of his pelvis. But her swinging tits could not be ignored. He’d dreamt of them too often. Feverish daydreams on the job seeing her shirt become saturated with sweat that accentuated them. He cradled one to feel its fluid heaviness rock back and forth in his palm; the other hand to charge of her collar, snapping her head back with a hard grunt and exposing her throat.
            Was it in the spirit of the season for him to thrust himself forward and latch his fangs to her throat? Or maybe he just wanted to hear that drone of elation rattle up from her throat. Vampire suckled on the stretched cord of the she-wolf’s neck, yet it was her belly filled with sustenance a moment later, the mounting alpha stiffening and biting extra hard on her neck as his testicles spilled over and gave her reason to join his climax. She held no reserves and began to squirt like an un-housebroken mongrel, wetting her guest’s clothes, huffing and grinding her crotch to his twitching stem. All of it! For her! Inside! She planned to commit to the roll, switch them over and pin him to the couch beneath her ass, keep him rooted and clogging her pussy for a successful breeding.
            But all play had to come to an abrupt end.
            “Mama,” groaned Kaoru, opening the door from the apartment, holding his stomach with chocolate smeared over the corners of his mouth. “I think I have a tummy ache…”
            “Oh, Kaoru-chan, I told you not to eat so much.” Ikumi had switched places with Ichigo after all, putting him behind her, and covering up her dangling breasts while putting on a sweet smile, dissuading him from noticing her full nakedness. “And I told you not to come into the office tonight. It’s the office party, after all.”
            Ichigo sat flabbergasted behind her, his mind not fully recovered after such a sudden orgasm; an orgasm that he could watch oozing out of Ikumi’s snatch and into her thick pubic hair. He hadn’t really checked outside, but there was definitely a full moon in here that would turn him into a beast.
            With some hasty coaxing and promises of nightly cuddles, Ikumi got sickly and distracted Kaoru out of the office before he could really take notice that there was someone sitting behind her, let alone that she was fully nude and hardly in the middle of changing. But with the obstacle gone and the door securely locked now, Ikumi turned to Ichigo and grinned sharply. Her tail wagged back and forth behind her. “Now let’s get the party really started.”
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