Chapter 9: The Red Zone

  (Kwathstag 10th Year 665 of the 4th Age)

  I spent the beginning part of the day in my room after breakfast, reading a book from dad’s library called Embraced by the Wild. From what I’ve read so far, the story was about a male Human pup living with wild animals after his vilge was destroyed in a raid. The words were bnd, not allowio immerse myself into the world, not to mention they were in primitive nguage, and the senteructures were fusing. Long story short, I found it tedious and fusing to tinue reading further.

  A kno the door became my saving grace, giving me an immediate escape route. Fear gripped me briefly as I made sure the wanton books I ied from my twin sibling were hidden. Feeling safe that my secret was secured, I walked to the door, opening it, and dad was oher side.

  “Your mother, brothers, and I are heading to álfsandur for shopping. You want to join us?”

  “Sure,” I answered, my tail wagging with avidity. I felt trapped from staying at home for the past several days, so I yearo explore a bit.

  “We’re leaving in a few minutes.”

  Everybody soon arrived in town, stepping out from the carriage. Mom had the desire to be naked, so she had no clothes on during the ride, and dad and Dágfárik were also nude. More power to them, I thought. We stuck together for the first half of the trip, gathering ingredients for future suppers. I doubt that I would ever tire from cheg out the food market; there were allenty of products that caught my i.

  The fusion of various aromas entered my nostrils before the seerged in my view: fresh fruits aables, rarepared snacks, and a few spices. I’ve been there multiple times, and on each occasion, I entered a horde of Fenri purchasing items. Today was no different, even busier than typical.

  Mom bought the fruits aables first, heading towards the meat. Out of the plethora of sts in the air, nothing made my mouth water more than the smell of flesh, awakening my primal urge to devour it. Probably, only caramel could match it. As my family and I walked with her, I noticed what the market cked: bread and fish. The spices from outside the border were rare also, costing a hefty amount of . Once she selected a couple of medial herbs to help with her pregnancy, she wao try, and most likely buy, some clothes, and that was when the group divided into two. She and I were together, and she reassured dad that we would be safe by wielding the exact on from the Hawk-Spider-i, demonstrating her capabilities. Knowing what she would i eventually from every time she went for clothes, I wao be with her since I mainly o upgrade my underwear. In addition, I believed that my supply of panties was being less for some reason.

  Following my mother to where she wao buy clothes, I entered aical sign from the particur se of the bea Akuv?llur. It heralded that the upior is a Red Zone, an area where sacious items primarily reside. However, the sign wasn’t meant for that; instead, it was to alert people that mated couples could engage in sex in public, so the romantic dyads won’t have to worry about minors them, acc to my parents when we were in Akuv?llur. For the daredevils, they could copute ahey wanted as long as no pups were around, risking breaking the w should a young whelp discover them. I’ve witnessed pairs have coitus in public outside the Red Zones from time to time, but the numbers increased expoially after spending several minutes inside ohe nudity increased also, but that was minor since a Fenri could be hroughout its entire life unless it was on school property.

  As I wahe streets with my mother, I observed a myriad of sexual teiques and positions on full dispy from the mated couples. Some of them had a captive audience, which they didn’t mind. I was in a storm of fusion as the penises peed the vaginas or assholes, processing the servative testimonies from the churd the liberal attitude from the popuce. The two extreme ends of the spectrum bined into one voluted mess of edicts.

  Staying true to her habits, mom led me to a busihat had bras and panties on torso replicas on full dispy to the publid vestal was not eveely in the words to describe the undergarments. What in the world did I involve myself? I thought as I entered into the realm of indecy, the initial shock almost f me to back out immediately. The store was dimly lit, filled with clothing that I doubt we're meant to wear every day and in publid that was just the tip of the iceberg from what I could descry.

  Mom waved at a female Fenri with light-grey fur, and she reciprocated the gesture from behind the ter. Abaft, the other Fenri was a male terpart with a red, natural coat, and it didn’t take long to realize he was humping the grey-furred Fenri. The Red Zone lived up to its reputatio again.

  “Afternoon, Bryngereur,” mom greeted one of the two Fenri.

  The female version was the oo respond. “o see you again, Hlédís,” she huffed from the vigorous pounding on her rear. “What I help you with?”

  “Nothing at this time that would force you to cease your intercourse with your mate. My daughter, Kaera, needs some underwear, so I’m showing her your products. Speaking of which, any fresh merdise avaible?”

  “Not at this time, unfortunately. Have fun with your daughter while you two are here.” The grey Fenri arched her body upward, moaning, “Oh, Faer, that’s the spot. Fuck me harder, Hylur.”

  “With pleasure,” the virile Fenri grunted, pressing Bryngereur further onto the ter that it appeared he was fttening her, pig up his thrusts.

  Leaving the sexually active pair to its procreation, my mother brought me over to a sele of bras and panties, instantly trying the first dyad on. The bra had no cups on it, allowing the nipples and a portion of its enrged breasts to slip through, and the panties were too tiny in her opinion as she looked dissatisfied aed. Aggrandizing the ses further, her gravid form prohibited her from wearing some undergarmeirely. She tried on a plethora of underwear in various binations, each resulting in different versions of respohat had the core emotion of crestfallen. Each panty came in distinct degrees of ce to solid fabric ratio and had one color or a design pattern. I was more impressed by the intricate patterns on the cier variants of panties, and witnessing m the undergarmeed me. The way she presented her slit a few times to me left me w if she was deliberate and too into it.

  “Someday, soon,” I barely heard mom mumble while she stared at bras that covered more of the torso than typical. Her eyes were fixated on me . “Ok, Kaera, time for you to try some on.”

  I looked around the chamber, searg for any dedicated spots for privacy. I presumed mom would try out underwear in the open since she opted to be naked in public, but I desired seclusion, and I couldn’t find any area fit for solitude. “Um, are there spots where I ge in private, mom?”

  “I believe you already know the ahis is the best spht now.” Yep, it was a definite no, and there were other Fenri of both genders in the shop besides the pair having sex behind the ter. Bryngereur yipped loudly each time Hylur thrusted intina. Having way too many people who could observe me strip made me feel nervous, and mom hugged me. “I promise it’s not as bad as you make it out to be if you give it a ce. Right now, it’s just us over here, so you have nothing to worry about.”

  “You’re sure?”

  “We’re females, so we already know what we possess, after what I showed you minutes ago, and you were practically naked every day as a young pup in the shack. Rest assured that I would unleash my maternal wrath on anybody that decides to poke fun at you. They’ll receive the full fory supercharged fury.”

  I took the most manageable steps first, removing the first yer of clothing till I was in my underwear. Gng around the room to make sure nobody intended on relog to where mom and I were, I took off my bra, followed by my panties, even parting my legs to give mom an unobstructed view of my vulva. My heart raced during the process, beating even faster when I was exposed to someone else in years, regardless of whether it was my naked, pregnant mother or not. I calmed myself down, taking deep breaths instead of rapid. It was nerve-wrag being only in my fur for sure, although I would be lying if I didn’t admit it was a bit thrilling. So far, so good.

  Mom handed me a pair of underwear to try on first. It matched the color of my dark-bck-colored bra and pahough this fresh set transitioned from solid fabric to cy as the stitches went from front to back. The material was soft and luxurious, but they felt small. Not to mention that the ce was less than my usual intimate attires. I would wear the new pair on occasions that I wao spice the night up and make my mate horhan average. I totally would keep this set in the bay mind.

  The followi had no ce whatsoever and bright blue. The bra covered less than the first, and that was where I stopped. I gave my mother the ‘you ’t be serious’ look as I pulled the panties with my thumbs. Aside from the patch of stitch that was supposed to cover my crotch, I hoped, it was posed of thin string. The best I could describe it as if the desigook two waistbands ahem together to the patch. Due to her insistence, I tried the panty on, and my groin was barely hidden behind the fabric, feeling like one of the females from the praphic pictures. Definitely not fortable enough to wear this in the foreseeable future.

  As I waited in the nude for mom to hand me my set, a few feminine Fenri and a couple of mase Fenri came to where we were. I instinctively cealed my breasts aals with my hands as they went by me, and they tried some of the underwear; even the males had effeminate undergarments on. I found it bizarre at first that mase Fenri would anties and, sometimes, bras, but I was in the minority sino one raised objes. Then, I found myself turned on as I stared at other males with muscur or slender builds around the shop as they wore feminine underwear in front of their female panions, getting aroused by the taller brawnier versions. Some that had fidence about their epie appearances were posing in front of them, dispying their bulges. I shook off the image of Lárus wearing pa least, distrag myself by talking to mom.

  “I didn’t know that these kinds of underwear were suited for males.”

  “They’re not, for the most part,” mom answered. “Most feminine undergarments would fit them with a bit of disfort. Sometimes, a male could get lucky, finding a perfect match for underwear meant for the opposite gehere is a trend for panties and bras being more suitable for virile members sihere’s a realization that they appear seductive in them.”

  “But why would boys take an i in girly underwear?”

  “It’s a kink for some of them. A portion tries it a couple of times to experiment and never do it again. Some prefer the feeling of wearing them that they will wear them full-time. A few do it to spice up the night they have sex with their partner and please her. I am making slress at getting your stepfather to buy some feminine underwear for himself to wear while breedihe image of dad in a bra and panties would never leave my head. Much appreciations, mom, for adding fuel to my fantasy of males with a muscur physique in effeminate undergarments. “Sihey’re not harming anyone or causing an uproar by wearing panties and possibly bras, they are free to do so.” We heard Bryngereur yelp louder and lohan ever as she achieved her asm, everyone pausing what they were doing. Mom returo the task at hand. “Anyway, heads up.” She tossed me my set.

  Notig the group that moved closer to mom and I hadn’t left, and the members could see me clearly, I heaved a sigh as I bent down to pick up the underwear, exposing my boobs and pussy for anyone in front of me. I expected a rea of any kind, primarily ive, preparing myself for it. To my fusion, the group ocote about my nudity. Shrugging my shoulders, I slowly added the red, cy bra and panty on my svelte physique. Mom must’ve givehese because of the party members. The bra had no cups for my tits, and the panty had an opening around my crotch, so my breasts and vulva were still visible to them. One of the males in front of me also had crotchless panties, parading his erect penis and balls to his group, and Bryngereur and her mate eheir round in coitus.

  The group’s ck of response about my naked body, despite the numerous looks at my tits aalia, filled me with fidence as mom and I spent close to an hour, possibly more, sampling the seles. I was the opposite of tranquil; I was more excited than nervous about participating in publiudity for the first time. For the part of my excitement that I had no trol over, there were the sounds ereur getting plowed by Hylur providing fuel. Hylur still had his spouse bent over the ter with the twist of holding her arms back like he was arresting her, sometimes spanking her fuhat was followed with her yelp. Yet, I wasn’t btant like my mother at presenting my bosoms and vagina in various poses.

  Under Bryngereur’s guidahrough her huffs, I followed mom towards the back, where she said the sexy lingerie fnant Fenri was. As we ambuted, I noticed all sorts of equipment like a ball or a boached to a leather belt of sorts. There were actual cuffs like the guards would utilize on criminals and haraints that were fluffier. I couldn’t describe the remainders.

  We tio try more underwear, and sometimes mom and I would assist each other, mainly her, when I tried on bras that shrouded more than my boobs. The materials felt better than my standard underwear every siime, so I couldn’t leave without one. I had to act fast as she selected a couple of erotigerie dedicated for an ee Fenri.

  I chose the pair that was identical to the first set I tried, albeit red instead of bck. We got to the register, watg Hylur fuck his wife aggressively against the wall. Around a minute or two went by before he forced his knot inside his mate’s vagina, for how ever many times it went to-- I lost t.

  Mom purchased her items and mine, and we were out ireets, being surprised at how much time we spent ihe business, so we had to hurry to our destination. Along with the tire, I had my regur clothes in my hands instead of wearing them as we briskly walked past more Fenri having sex. It was liberating that I was less afraid of being naked in front of anyone, family or not, as nobody paid any attention to mom and me.

  In stark trast to the s from the Red Zohe following store my mother and I entered tained ordinary clothes and underwear, which eted me. It was where I had her make the most purchases for me. The dresses were in the correct sizes since my old clothes were a tad too small. If I could bihe soft, silky material of the underwear frereur’s store and the adequate ce from this emporium’s seles, I would be one happy Fenri as I tried what few undergarments I could. This shop tained no cy bras and panties, and I picked two sets that were in one hue and two pairs with patterns on them. Like the st shop, I noticed virile Fenri trying feminine underwear either in front of other people or in seclusion. Sin and I had to rendezvous with the rest of our family, I slipped into my normal clothes before heading outside while she remained nude.

  While mom and I headed back to our family, I had a question I wao ask her because she would uand my problem better than anyone else. I had a tingliion in my stomad crotch sihis m, and I k was a harbinger of my heat for two days. While she and dad demonstrated sex in front of me, Lárus, and Róstran, my parents told me my heat would increase each time I didn’t mate with a male. It was true, but I didn’t think my heat would amplify that rapidly. The thought of increasing my potion’s potend awful or adding more dosage before my cycle made me nauseous. I didn’t want to e more of my medie every estrus cycle till it was time for my Mating Ceremony. Even when I was not i, all the sensations associated with it would fre up whenever I viewed someone or something hot and sexy, mainly my stud of a twin brother, not to mentioeamy dreams and fantasies I've frequently been having.

  “ I ask you a question, mom?”

  My mother turned her head toward me as we walked. “What is it, sweetheart?”

  “Did you have sex with another male while you were away from the shack prior to mating with Brákfur?”

  “I’ll be ho; there were times where I came close to ag on my temptations. However, I mao hold back.”

  “So, what did you do when your heat activated while we lived in our old home?”

  “Why the sudden i in my sex life?” I remained silent until mom spoke again after a moment. “It’s about your heat, isn’t it?”

  “Yes, mom; it’s already getting strong.”

  “We’ll head over to Tandri after we regroup with the rest of our family, and he prescribe a different potion or increase the dosage or potency of the one you’re currently taking.”

  “But, I hate taking it. It tastes horrible, and the side effects suck ass.”

  “I know it does, although it helps suppress ye. Believe me when I say that you don’t want some male to impregnate you before your Mating Ceremony.”

  “Did you i any medie for your heat while raising Lárus and me?”

  “Y-yes.”

  I could tell that mom was hiding something. “Really? You mao find someone in Kelna gracious enough to dohe potion to you every month for multiple years?” She started to get emotional. I observed tears f in her eyes. “I’m sorry that I pushed too far. I just want to know how you tamed your heat for many years without the potion or from mating. Is there a way to trick your body into thinking you just had intercourse without actually having a male shove his penis and squirt semen inside you?”

  Mom took some deep breaths before replying without looking at me. “I’ve masturbated, meaning I had sex with myself only. Trust me, it’s not effective as you think it could possibly be. I barely achieved my asm with my fingers and objects that looked safe to i into my pussy, and my heat still persisted. By the time I was granted permission to rejoin society, I could barely restrain myself fring a male before the Mating Ceremony and screwed my opportunity further. In fact, I most likely ceived during the event due to how long my heat raged on. Even though you execrate your potion, it is the best method avaible. Just please tio use it until you graduate from school and plete your Mating Ceremony.”

  Relutly, I nodded, husiastic by mom’s answer; it took siderable effort to move my head. I was in a foul mood when we reunited with Dad, my twin brother, and the stepbrothers, and mom expio dad what occurred earlier. We made a brief stop at the apothecary while returning to the carriage. Tandri was occupied with putting potions on the empty shelves and cases beled with mature ratings and dire warnings, smiling at us wheered.

  “It’s great to see you again, friends,” Tandri uttered, proceeding to hug everyone. He noticed mom’s rotund belly. “And Faer has blessed you with pups. gratutions. May Faer bless for your delivery to be uful and for your pups' future.”

  “Thank you,” mom replied.

  “What I do for you?”

  “Kaera needs an update to her potion,” dad answered. “The strength of the current one is no match against her heat.”

  “I do that, no problem. I must warn you, though, about the increased risk of undesired side effects as I amplify the potency.” I did not o hear that, holding back my remonstrance.

  “Well, if Kaera’s anything like Hlédís, it’s for the best.”

  “Give me twenty mio an hour to breerior version.”

  While we waited, my twin sibling beed me over to a secluded area. He was jubint aed by his smile and how restless he was. “What has you in a cheerful mood and fills you with energy?”

  “Hrafnir gave me a secret gift by mail,” Lárus answered with excitement.

  My mind defaulted to oion because it was the only present I knew of between Lárus and Hrafnir. “Did he really?”

  “Mmm-hmm.” Lárus nodded.

  A tiny portion in the bay mind couldn’t believe how much my brother corrupted me so far as I, too, was enthusiastic about enjoying the gift. Perhaps it would provide my mueeded cure. “You have to show it to me tonight.”

  Lárus wagged his fi me. “Nuh-uh-uh.”

  “Why not?” I asked with a hint of fury in my iions.

  Like a typical brother, Lárus stared at me with a shit-eating grin on his face. “Because I’m older, and that means I get time with it first. Obviously, tonight would be the earliest opening to use it, so it won’t be for a couple of days before you see it.”

  I hated my sibling for how much he could get under my skin just as much as I loathe myself for allowing him. “I was only two minutes behind you.” To reinforce my response, I slugged him hard in his right shoulder, growling as I tackled him like I used to when we were pups. He giggled this time, which was unusual, as he mao get on top of me.

  “That’s enough, you two,” dad spoke in his authoritative, fatherly voice from across the room without looking before Lárus and I got started. “Unless you want to pay for any damaged goods in this shop.”

  I got up once Lárus got up, accepting his hand. “I’ll kick your ass in the arena bae.”

  “Bring it on, little sister.”

  Would Faer turn a blind eye if a sibli an annoying sibling to Hlj?egyr? Would he uand my plight? Lárus defused my anger with an embrad a kiss on the cheek. My cheeks burned, and the butterflies returned. Nah, Lárus deserves a better fate, I thought.

  My remedy for my heat took half an hour to plete. Tandri had me i it immediately, warnihat I would suffer my estrus for one day before it would activate and for the possibility of worse stomach cramps than typical. He should’ve alerted me about the foul taste. Fug Faer, it tasted worse than my previous potions. I didn’t know if the ingredients tributed to the revolting fvor or the warm temperature. My stomach agreed with my se as my family, and I returned home, gurgling untrolbly. Unfortunately, I couldn’t upchud be doh the co earlier.