"Mom… I think I messed up."

Kipo and Song were sitting on an overturned log, the fire before them having gone from raging to low burning. Song looked at her daughter curiously, noticing that her skin was more flushed than usual. "How so?" She rested a hand on Kipo's forehead. "You feel warm. Are you sick? Do you have a fever?"

"No, I…" She shifted uncomfortably, mustering up the courage to say what was wrong. Her voice was barely louder than a whisper when she finally did speak. "I mistimed my heat cycle."

Song's eyes widened in realisation. "Oh."

Kipo was usually better at keeping track of her heat cycles. They started a couple months after everything that happened with Doctor Emilia. A natural part of her mega jaguar side. The need to mate.

They came every two months or so, and when she was younger, the solution was simple. Just isolate herself from other people for the week until the urges passed. No biggie. But as she got older, the natural instincts only grew, getting harder to ignore with each passing cycle. Again, isolation was an easy solution, however, on occasion, Kipo had the lucky opportunity to… indulge.

Admittedly, the first time hadn't been planned. At least, not to Kipo's knowledge. After all, how was she supposed to know Wolf had secretly been pining to get laid? It was unexpected, but one broken lock and a revealing outfit later and it was their reality. After that, it wasn't long before others began helping Kipo deal with her heat cycles. Asher and Dahlia in particular were eager mates and Kipo loved being able to please them both at once.

She'd had her heat cycle for nearly a decade, and she could count the number of times she'd lost track of it on one hand. Why did she just have to mistime it during her annual mother-daughter camping trip?

Song tried to stifle her growing curiosity that almost rivalled her worry for her daughter. If she was being honest, she was intrigued by Kipo's heat cycles. She only knew enough about them to explain the biological aspect to her, but Kipo always hid herself away. Song never got the chance to see her during one of her cycles. And she knew Kipo had spent the last few cycles with some of her friends now that they were older, but even as her mother, Song had still been excluded. She couldn't help but be curious. What did Kipo's natural instincts and desires really do to her?

"Are you feeling okay?" Song asked, her concern growing as Kipo continued to awkwardly fidget, inching until she was a couple of feet away from her.

"I… we need to go back. I have to isolate myself. I can't be around anyone like this." What she really wanted to say was, "I can't be around you like this". Her animalistic need to fuck was already growing. She couldn't be around her mom in case she did something she couldn't take back. She didn't want to take that chance.

"Okay," her mom said calmly. "Okay. Let's pack up camp and you can transform to get us back—"

"No!" Kipo blurted out. "No, no I can't. Transforming makes the urges so much worse. I can't risk it." She still recalled the time she transformed during a cycle and tried to mate with the timbercats' scratching tree.

Song inched a bit closer to her, reaching out a comforting hand which Kipo actively refused to take. "It's too late to go back now unless we have the jaguar's speed. It took us two whole days just to hike up here," she reminded her. "We'll spend the night here and then head home first thing in the morning, okay?"

Kipo's eyes were downcast. "We only brought one tent," she mumbled.

"It's a spacious one," Song tried to reason, flashing her daughter a kind smile to show that there wasn't a problem with their situation, even though deep down she did suspect that a problem might arise the longer they stayed. It didn't matter. Kipo could be incredibly stubborn when she wanted to be. Surely she could control her instincts for one night, right? "It's not safe to sleep out in the open. We don't know these parts of the woods very well. We'll be better off inside."

Kipo knew her mom was right. Staying the night made the most sense if she wasn't going to be able to transform, and staying in the tent would be the safest option for them. But that didn't mean she was happy about it. "Are… are you sure?" she asked timidly.

Song rose, brushing off the dirt from her pants. "It'll be fine." And a learning opportunity for both of us. "I promise."

XXX

In her dreams, Song was on her back, an unseen head buried between her legs.

The tent was dark. Slick sweat coated her skin as pleasure rolled through her, intense bursts that started at her pussy and worked their way through her body. She arched her back, that tongue delving deeper inside her and making her feel better than she felt in a long time.

She tried to glance down and see their identity, but her eyes couldn't focus. Whether that was the dream or the pleasure, she couldn't be sure. All she knew was that, much to her displeasure, the tongue disappeared.

"No…" she began to whine in protest, already missing the sensation. Thankfully, her disappointment was short-lived. The unseen figure flipped them over so Song was straddling them, the feeling of that tongue being quickly replaced by a new one. The head of a cock nudged at her opening and Song found herself buzzing with anticipation. She immediately spread her legs, lowering herself down on that cock with a satisfied moan.

Pleasure shot through her immediately and Song fell forward, their bodies pressed together. To her surprise, despite the cock buried in her pussy, she felt the sensation of soft breasts, slightly smaller than her own, pressed against her chest. The person's head was right by her ear, ragged breaths making her hair stand on end. They turned, purple irises meeting Song's own, and their voice came out as a desperate whisper.

"Mom."

XXX

Kipo tried to ignore her urges and sleep. She really did. She tried to follow her mom's breathing pattern, forcing herself to slow down, but she couldn't calm the rapid racing of her pulse.

Maybe it would have been easier if she'd never had that experience before. If she'd never had the fortune of mating with Wolf or Asher or Dahlia. But she had. She developed a taste for it. That feeling of lust, of feeling herself cum deep inside her mate over and over again. It didn't help that whatever her mom was dreaming about was making her moan softly, just loud enough for the sound to tickle Kipo's ears.

The tent was too warm. But it wasn't safe for her to go outside. If there was a threat, she'd have to transform, and that was a can of worms she did not want to open.

Maybe I'll just take off my pyjamas, she thought, eager to shed the sweaty material. That did little to cool her down or quench her arousal. If anything, it just made it worse.

XXX

Song woke to the feeling of a hot breath of air on her cheek. The base of the tent made a rustling sound. Did we not close the flap properly? Did something get inside? Those were her immediate thoughts as she stirred, rolling onto her back only to look straight into those purple jaguar eyes.

Shit, she thought. The heat cycle.

"Kipo…?"

The fire outside had dwindled to embers, moonlight being the only thing coming through the tent's mesh netting. Song could just about make out the silhouette of her daughter leaning over her, an animalistic look in her eyes. She felt something hard nudging against her leg.

Oh dear.

Kipo's eyes, wholly purple, were practically glowing, sweeping Song's body up and down. Song knew of her night vision. She knew Kipo could see every inch of her. A low growl rose from her throat.

This is bad.

Song felt around until she could find the electric lamp and flicked it on, eyes quickly adjusting to the light, and the sight before her made her breath catch. Kipo leaned over her, clothes discarded. She was partially transformed, purple ears poking out from under her hair, a jaguar's nose in place of her own, and a tail that twitched in anticipation for what was undoubtedly about to happen. Song glanced down before doing a double take. Kipo's cock was bigger than anything she'd ever seen before, and it wasn't like a human one either. Song could see small spines lining the shaft and head of her cock, and the tip was more pointed rather than round. She'd expect to see that with most felid species, but not with her own daughter. It must have been the mega jaguar. Song could feel a jolt of electricity between her legs when she looked at her daughter's cock.

Yup. Very bad.

Kipo growled, the feral sound sending goosebumps up and down Song's arms. "Mom."

"It's okay, Kipo," she stammered, as if her daughter was looking at her for comfort rather than like she was a meal she wanted to eat up. "Just put your clothes back on and step outside the tent where it's—"

"Open." A rough hand gripped her chin, forcing Song's jaw so that her mouth was open. She then straddled her face, her hot cock resting against her cheek. "Suck."

"We can't—" That was as far as Song got before she had Kipo's dick in her mouth. She tried to move back but she was pinned down on the ground. Where else was she to go? On top of that, Kipo held her mother's head firm in her hands, guiding her cock into her warm mouth. The younger woman sighed with relief at the sudden pleasure she'd been waiting all night to feel.

"Ohhh fuck." Kipo's voice was saturated with pure pleasure. "Your mouth is so perfect for my cock, Mom."

Those words sent a jolt of heat straight to Song's core, and she willed her body to stop betraying her. With this on top of the steamy dream that still plagued her mind, she could already feel her own arousal pooling between her legs. Her thoughts were torn between extreme horniness and self loathing. What is wrong with me…

Kipo threw her head back, thrusting her hips further so she ventured deeper down her mom's throat. Song gagged around the thick girth, trying her best not to choke. She struggled to take the whole length, not for lack of trying, but Kipo was determined to make sure she did. It was only when Song felt the tip hit the back of her throat that Kipo pulled back, giving her a very brief moment of respite.

"Kipo," she choked out, taking in huge gulps of air when she could finally breathe. "Kipo, we shouldn't—" Cock was shoved down her throat once again, so forcefully that her eyes watered.

"I. Need. This," Kipo growled, thrusting her hips with every word. Her nose visibly twitched as she picked up a new scent. "And your body is telling me you want this just as much as I do."

Song crossed her legs, as if that would prevent the smell of her own arousal from seeping out. Kipo noticed the slight action.

"No, no, don't try to hide it, Mom," she warned with a wicked glint in her eyes. Song felt Kipo's tail wrap around her crossed thighs, the end of it trying to trace the crotch of her cotton shorts. "I need a mate, and your pussy knows it needs to be bred."

Cries of protest were muffled around Kipo's shaft, but Song couldn't help the buzz between her legs that only grew at her daughter's crude words. Their eyes met and Song knew with one look that she was a goner.

Her tongue felt everything. Every vein, every ridge and spine. And while the more pointed head was something foreign to her, Song couldn't deny that the feeling of it forcing its way down her throat was incredible. Even if it made her choke.

She coughed and sputtered when her mouth was finally free, spit and tears wet on her cheeks. Kipo stared her down, one hand stroking her length. Her expression was serious and stoic while her mother's was etched with a mixture of fear and anticipation.

"This is so wrong," she mumbled before looking her daughter in the eye, still trying to catch her breath. "We shouldn't keep doing this, Kipo, we should… stop… I don't… I don't—"

"I don't care about what we should be doing, Mom," she said in a low voice, her eyes ablaze with lust. "But I do care about what you want. So say it. Say that you want to stop."

"I…" Her voice died in her throat. The words were right on her tongue, but she couldn't bring herself to say them, even when it should have been the easiest thing in the world.

Kipo gave her more than enough time to put a stop to all this, but when she was met with silence, her lips tugged into a cheshire-like grin. "That's what I thought." She took another whiff of the air, heady with arousal. "The nose doesn't lie. I know you want this."

Song averted her gaze, crossing her legs even tighter. "That's besides the point."

"Is it? It's only… natural." That last word was accompanied with a knowing smirk. She was using Song's own words against her. Those same words of comfort that Song offered her when she was first freaking out about her heat cycle. "But don't worry, Mom. The cycle isn't all about me. I always take good care of my mates."

Kipo made her way down her mother's body, hands pawing at her clothes. Song had never felt so vulnerable, as if her daughter could sense her arousal and pure need for her radiating through the thin fabrics. Shame burned in her, and yet she didn't try to push down that need. She didn't try to push Kipo away. She only gasped when she felt her clothes ripped to shreds by Kipo's claws. When it came to her shorts, her crossed legs made the action more difficult, and the sharp nails caught on her thighs, leaving red scratches in their wake. Song stared at them and somehow felt herself getting wetter. Kipo noticed them too, and surprisingly looked apologetic in the midst of all her lust. Her reaction was, naturally, to kiss it better.

"Mmm," Song hummed, trying to summon the willpower to pull away. She couldn't.

"You smell so enticing, Mom," Kipo hummed, nuzzling her nose against Song's thighs. "Now be a good mate and uncross those legs for me."

She could feel her heartbeat everywhere; her chest, her throat, her fingertips, her clit… "I shouldn't."

"But you want to." It wasn't even phrased as a question. Kipo knew what the answer would be.

"...yes." Shame showed on Song's face when she admitted it, but at the same time it was almost as if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. Admitting that she was lusting after her daughter. That she wanted to be fucked by her more than anything else. That she would very willingly be her mate. The confession made her feel so much lighter. Her mind worked on autopilot, and her legs uncrossed.

The scent was stronger now, almost intoxicating, and Kipo felt like she could get drunk off it. She literally drooled at the sight of her mother's pussy, finally exposed for her to see. With slightly puffy lips and a small dark bush, Kipo wanted nothing more than to dive right in.

"K-Kipo!" Any remaining semblance of regret dissipated at the feeling of her daughter's tongue against her wet folds. This was still wrong on so many levels but Song couldn't bring herself to care anymore. Kipo's tongue was amazing. Better than she could have ever dreamed of. It wasn't entirely human, but that made it all the better. Those small spines that lined her cock covered the surface of her tongue too, and although Song thought they would have been uncomfortable, the intense friction it created was pure bliss.

Kipo made long, flat strokes with her tongue, collecting her mother's wetness and relishing its taste. She thought she was turned on before, but being able to eat Song out like that further heightened her feral need to mate. She felt her cock throbbing below. It was almost time.

Song's hand was clamped over her own mouth, trying desperately to muffle her pleasure as Kipo drove her higher and higher into ecstasy. If they made no sounds, maybe the universe wouldn't know of the sinful activity they were quickly losing themselves in. But Kipo wasn't happy with that.

"Am I making you feel good?" she questioned, purple eyes boring into her. She was met with a silent nod and frowned against her mound. "Then why so quiet, dear mother? Don't be shy. I want to hear you."

The sheer intensity of that line sent another shiver through Song's body, and when Kipo went straight back to eating her out, it all became too much. She was quickly overwhelmed by a sudden orgasm, crying out with pleasure, not even bothering to remember to try and keep it down. She was so much more vocal, exactly what her daughter wanted. Kipo smirked between her thighs, her tongue continuing to lap at her mother's core. When Song finally stopped shaking, her cheeks were flushed with a mixture of pleasure and embarrassment. She just wanted to hide her head in her hands, but she found herself drawn to her daughter's mischievous gaze.

"Did you just cum, Mom?"

God, she did. She came apart in a matter of minutes. How long had it been since she last came like that? Months? Years? No wonder she had finished so quickly.

"Hey!" Song gasped at the feeling of sharp claws threatening to dig into her hips. "I asked you a question and I wanna hear the answer."

The thrum of heat between her thighs only grew at her daughter's words. Never would she have expected Kipo to be so demanding, and yet she couldn't get enough of it. "I came." She whispered it like it was some confession rather than an obvious fact that shone on Kipo's lips.

"And how did that feel?"

"Incredible." The word tumbled out of her before she even had a chance to think. She didn't need a mirror to know that her cheeks were burning.

The corner of Kipo's lip turned upwards. Her mother was getting a taste of what she could do, and they both knew that she was already becoming an addict.

Kipo's touch was gentler but still just as eager when she eased Song out of the shreds of clothing hanging off her body. Song could feel the heat of her cock against her thigh, a reminder of what was to come. When Kipo coaxed her onto her hands and knees, her body buzzed. She was going to be taken from behind, and she was going to love it.

"You made it so hard for me to resist you," she purred, stroking a hand over her mother's ass. "Moaning and whimpering like that in your sleep. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were having quite the wet dream."

"N-no," she tried to deny, only for her voice to die in her throat when she felt the sharp pinch of jagged canines against her shoulder. Not enough to hurt, but enough to warn her to watch her tongue.

"I don't appreciate being lied to, Mom," Kipo growled, gently dragging her teeth against unmarked skin. "I want to hear the truth. What were you dreaming about that made you oh so wet?"

She had to say it, lest Kipo bite a chunk out of her shoulder. She knew her daughter would never actually do that, but the threat was there, and who knew what the heat cycle could drive Kipo to do?

"You," she whispered.

Kipo spanked her mom's ass. Hard. "Don't try to hide it, Mom. I want to hear the truth loud and clear."

"You!" Song gasped out, her body trembling with pure want. "I was dreaming about you, Kipo! About you… fucking me."

She was finally rewarded with gentle kisses sprayed across the back of her neck. "That's more like it."

Song melted under the feeling of her daughter's lips against her flushed skin, such a bold departure from the earlier threats of claws and jaws ripping her apart. She wasn't sure which end of the scale she preferred being on. Then, her breath caught when she felt that pointed tip aimed right for her entrance.

She tried to move back to meet it, but Kipo held firm, keeping her right where she was. Song let out a disgruntled groan. "Don't tease me."

The harsh chuckle that rose from Kipo's throat made her hair stand on end. "Now, now, Mom, don't be like that. All you have to do is ask nicely."

Song gulped, swallowing what small remnant of pride she had left. "Please, Kipo," she sueaked, feeling the tip just begin to break through her entrance. "Fuck your mommy."

"Oh?" she questioned, at the same time Song cried out "Oh!" when Kipo drove her hips forward, thrusting into her in one swift movement. She held still, allowing her mother a moment to get used to her size. For Kipo, it felt wet and warm and wonderful, satisfying that burning desire that had been eating at her from the inside all night. For Song, she was regretting not having done this sooner. Giving Kipo a blowjob was one thing, but having that cock inside her cunt, feeling those spines rake up against her inner walls, Song was losing her mind. Her eyes rolled back when Kipo rolled her hips, the friction between her legs even better than the tongue that was there mere moments ago.

"Do you like it when I call you 'mommy'?" Kipo asked, her mind still on Song's earlier plea.

Song froze. Had she really said that? "That slipped out."

She quirked a brow. "So you do like it."

"...maybe."

A low laugh rumbled in her throat and Kipo set a steady pace for herself, hips slapping against her mom's ass with every thrust. "I should have known how dirty you are. Even in your dream, you sounded so wet and wanting for me, Mommy."

"Ohh yes," Song whimpered, every syllable drawn out. She felt every inch penetrate her, Kipo's fingers digging firmly into her hips as she put more force behind each thrust. "Yes, this was what I was dreaming about! About you eating me out, about me riding you… God, Kipo!" she cried out when that cock hit just the right spot to make her arms give out under her, leaving Song to fall forward and support her weight on her shoulders.

The more Song spoke, the more Kipo felt her tight pussy clenching around her length. "Yeah, keep talking like that, Mommy," she encouraged, a primal growl beneath her voice. "Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you."

"Keep fucking me," she moaned. Her head was buried in the crook of her arm, muffling her voice slightly, but she was loud enough to still be heard. "Oh, your cock feels so good!" She threw her head back in pleasure, prompting Kipo to grip her braid and pull.

She brought her lips right up to Song's ear, breath hot against sensitive skin "What are you?"

"I'm your mate!" she screamed, any concern for volume gone. "I'm your mate, Kipo! Breed me!"

The young woman's hormones surged, and Song heard the jaguar's roar echo in her ears. Kipo twisted them round so she was on her back and her mom was straddling her, never once pulling out. The moment was so heated it caused another change, and soon Song felt a furry paw grip her hip. She glanced down to see one of Kipo's arms had transformed, purple fur with black spots a mark of the mega jaguar. Claws dug into her skin, not enough to break the skin but enough to make her hiss in pain. That would definitely leave a mark.

"Yes, Mommy," she purred, eager to fulfil that burning desire to breed her.

Kipo fucked her so hard the tent shook. Song tried her best to bounce on top of her or at least contribute in some small way, but she felt like a limp ragdoll in Kipo's hands. She couldn't command her limbs to do anything constructive as she let her daughter use her as she pleased. She wasn't even upset about it. She was more than happy with that arrangement as Kipo thrust deep into her, the new angle making her hit sweet, sensitive spots Song didn't even know she had.

Song cried out as she came, leaning all her weight on her daughter as her orgasm flooded her lap. Her head was nestled in the crook of Kipo's neck, muffling her sounds slightly.

Kipo laughed, though this time her breathing was far heavier. "Did you just cum again?" she teased.

Song nodded. She couldn't even find her voice to speak.

That knowledge didn't stop Kipo. Her hands gripped Song's ass, fucking her through her orgasms. Her mother just came and came, a mess of shaking limbs and blubbering pleas. Kipo's cock was enveloped in her tight pussy, orgasmic spasms driving her closer to the edge.

"Get ready, Mommy. I'm gonna breed you just like you want me to."

"Please," she begged in response. "Breed me."

Kipo released a final roar when she reached her peak, balls churning as she emptied herself. Song joined in her daughter's chorus, feeling those spines extend slightly in her, the friction it created sending jabs of pain and pleasure racing through her, pushing her into the throes of yet another orgasm. She felt every hot rope of seed fill her up, a fiery heat in her core. It had been so long —years?— since she'd been fucked like that, and the signs of oversensitivity were beginning to set in, her pleasure sharper around the edges.

When Kipo was drained, she raised Song's hips and slipped out of her. Song whimpered at the sensation, those barbs raking up against her in protest, wanting to keep them connected. Nothing leaked out of her, though that shouldn't have come as much of a shock. It was just how jaguars mated, with a natural plug of sorts keeping everything inside the female to maximise the chances of ovulation. She could have sworn her stomach was larger, full of her daughter's sinful seed.

Slowly, the whites returned to Kipo's eyes and her feral features retracted, leaving her dazed in her human form. She blinked a few times, taking in her surroundings. The tent was lit, the air was hot, and… her mom was collapsed on top of her in a boneless heap.

"Oh my gosh…" When their eyes met, the memories came flooding back to her in a rush, jolting her from her daze. "Oh my gosh! Did I… shoot, did we…"

Song raised a brow. She needed more than a few moments to get her strength back, so that was all she could bring herself to do.

A wave of guilt hit her, wracking her to her core. "I'm so sorry, Mom. This is exactly what I didn't want to happen but I just let it happen. I really didn't mean to. I just wanted to have a nice camping trip but my stupid heat cycle ruined everything and now we just did that which we clearly shouldn't have done…" Her rambling trailed off when Song tiredly put a finger to her lips.

"You don't need to apologise, Kipo."

She eyed her mother cautiously. "I… I don't?"

"You don't," she affirmed.

"Aren't you mad? I… I didn't even ask you if I could do that stuff."

"You mean if you could fuck my brains out?" she teased, trying to lighten the mood before growing serious once more. "I can't be mad at you for reacting to your natural instincts. And you gave me plenty of chances to say I wanted to stop."

Kipo's eyes widened slightly. She had given Song that chance, even if it was after she shoved her cock down her throat. "So…"

"So I wanted you to mate with me," Song finished. "And I know that the heat cycle lasts for a couple of days, so I'm happy to continue to be your mate for the rest of this trip."

Her heart was racing in her chest, and she felt the jaguar threatening to resurface. "Are you sure?"

Song began to move her hips, feeling Kipo's cock begin to harden between her thighs. Her voice was no louder than a husky whisper when she spoke. "Breed me again, Kipo. Make me your mate."

With that, those purple jaguar eyes returned, and Song let out a delighted squeal when she was topped, her daughter unleashing every feral urge onto her.

And a few months later, whenever Kipo caught a glimpse of the swell of Song's belly, she could only feel grateful that her cycle had come when it did.

A/N - Hello dear reader! Sorry it's been awhile. August was a very bad health month for me but I'm so happy to have finally posted this fic! Kipo and Song are a pair I've wanted to write about for so long and I wish there was more content of them out there. This fic was really fun to write, especially with Kipo having more of a feral side, and I hope you enjoyed reading it! As always, let me know what you think and until next time, stay safe :)

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