“Our mother, with all her masks peeled off,” Vrak said as she got up from the table, “But never mind that. Bring me the plates, will ya? I’ll wash things before we go to school.”
Vika hesitated just a moment before doing as Vrak bid, but it honestly didn’t matter. Not many things did, when she had almost all outcomes planned down to a T.
Vika would stay in school to practice her after school club activities. And Hina would have to leave her home some point in the afternoon if she wanted to join her circle of friends. And early estrus or not, it was the sort of thing that was best borne with company who understood.
Or so they said.
Vrak herself had borne her own heats with copious amounts of masturbation and visual aids, and found that worked much better than lamenting over things. It was during one of her early heats that she discovered something amazing.
When relieving herself of the need to have her pussy bred by pleasing her cock, it would make her go into half rut instead and lower her estrus to a much more manageable level, as if her body couldn’t hold both competing reproductive urges at once. It had made her much more productive in general as well as had a few…other effects.
She first noticed it with her sister, whose heats started coinciding more and more with Vrak’s as she was exposed to her futa’s sister’s musk. First, little by little and then full blown. It made a twisted attraction develop between them as they grew up and Vrak used her as an experimental toy, making her go through chemical highs and lows until she got to the right proportions.
To what end? To make Vrak’s stepmother hers.
Hina had always treated Vrak like a daughter, she knew she had. But Hina had stopped being a maternal figure in her life since she figured what her cock was good for and she couldn’t bare to see how much waste she was going to. Year after year, their heats would come and her father didn’t do anything except the bare minimum to see them comfortably go. If it had been up to Vrak, she would have made her a permanently pregnant broodmother. One whose pups she would gleefully sire time after time.
That was what success looked like to Vrak, the ability to indulge herself without care.
And this was the only area where her father lacked!
Well, she would do it for him~
With her mother gone, and her sister still in school, the gray furred wolf girl excused herself of her own activities to go home early, stepping into an empty house.
Taking her clothes off, until her large canid cock was swinging in the air and her tits were getting hard with the cold, she entered her parents bedroom.
And then breathed in the air, her cock going hard at the clear fetid smell of a bitch in heat.
“Tired or not I don’t know how you resisted it father,” Vrak muttered to herself before shrugging her shoulders. That was now the past.
And then, taking a deep breath, Vrak simply…shifted.
The ability to become completely wolf-like was one that their family had once been known by. A war form that had become rarer and rare among wolfkin as time went on. The fact that Vrak had it was only notable because of its increasing rarity when it would have been notable for its potential for violence in the past.