This is a work of FICTION, made by and for adults 18+. The following chapter includes depictions of intoxication (aphrodisiacs), semi-incestuous desire (adoptive daughter/mother), and crude language (shit, fuck). Reader discretion is advised.

After a short time, Cherry began to fidget while warmth spread. ‘Shit… Is it that time of the year already?’

‘Great,’ Citrus huffed. ‘Not only are we stuck here, we’re also going into heat.’

‘It is distracting,’ Berry agreed as their squirming worsened. ‘Maybe we can—’

“No,” Cherry sat up and studied the wood grains on the walls to clear her thoughts. “Mother is going to be here—”

‘Stop calling Asmodeus moth—!’

Before Citrus could finish, a gilded flourish and raven span revealed the tall, golden woman. “Sorry for keeping you, Cherry.” Asmodeus straightened her robe and retracted her wings. “Are you hungry, dear?”

“No,” Cherry huffed. ‘Not for food, anyway.’

‘I’m hungry!’

“Citrus wants something, though.”

Asmodeus sighed and walked to the kitchen, “Of course, I’ll get something ready.”

As she passed, Cherry noted a strange aroma on Asmodeus’ hair. ‘Whats—!’ Her heart began to race and her cheeks flushed upon recognizing the peculiar scent of lilies. ‘What the—?!’ She clutched her chest while her tail furiously wagged.

‘Cherry, what’s happening??’ Berry’s distress became apparent as she whined, ‘Oh, fuck… This— this isn’t our heat…’

‘I smell it too.’

‘It’s coming from…’ Cherry became captivated by her long hair as it swayed with her steps. Her gaze wandered over Asmodeus’ figure—displayed by the cinched sash around her waist—before catching the beauty mark under her left eye as she turned. ‘You know— mother really is… beautiful!’

‘Don’t say that!’ Berry shushed.

‘She’s not our mother!’ Citrus nearly yelled.

‘But… she—’

‘We’re not even the same species!’ Cherry’s ears perked. Citrus continued, ‘We’re her pet at best!’

“Cherry!” Asmodeus’ call forced her chest to burn. “What would you like to eat?” Instead of answering, Cherry stood and stepped closer. Their gazes met; Asmodeus’ light smile turned to concern as the shorter girl neared. “Cherry?”

Swooning to the heavenly voice, Cherry leapt to Asmodeus lips but fell short. ‘OH FUCK!’ Her heart pounded as the scent amplified.

Wide-eyed, Asmodeus pushed her away. “CERBERUS, WHAT ARE YOU—!” She couldn’t finish as Cherry tried to pull her closer.

Citrus shouted, ‘I WANNA KISS HER!!’

‘Maybe we…’ Berry whined, ‘Oh fuck, I want to kiss her too!!’

With a firm shove, Asmodeus backed away. “Okay,” her stern glare thrilled as her hands glowed and the smell of flowers faded. “I don’t know how to help you now, but I can feel the chaos in your mind. Just…” She held out her palms while a golden light erupted.

The brilliance faded and Berry slowly opened her eyes. Asmodeus stared agape, glancing at her and to the side. Looking to her left, Berry saw two other girls with wolfish features; the one nearest had smooth white hair and blue eyes, though the other’s dark mane was tattered while her eyes were blood red.

“Well,” Asmodeus held her head, “this is… So, these are..?”

“I’m Citrus,” the black-haired girl announced.

“Citrus… So that means you’re… Berry.” She timidly nodded, feeling flushed as Asmodeus met her stare. “So… not imaginary friends, but…” Her head shook while Berry examined her shaggy gray hair. Suddenly Asmodeus jolted and held her ear. “Yes?”

“Is that Lucy?” Citrus wondered. All their tails wagged as she pressed, “Does she need help?”

“She…” Asmodeus huffed before waving her hand; they began to glow and hover as she insisted, “Look, I need some privacy and you… three— need to calm down.” Berry’s fluster worsened when their bedroom door opened and they were dropped in. “Just— wait until I get back.” As they were closed in, Asmodeus asked, “You still haven’t found Rapa? I know it’s my problem.” There was a light from the crack and then silence.

Berry fidgeted until Cherry spoke. “So… you’re the girls in my head.”

“I suppose.” Citrus pondered, “But— what are we? I thought we were different personalities, but we’re so…”

“Different?” Berry timidly finished.

“Yeah…” Cherry looked over them both before intently sniffing; Berry shied and blushed as her cute face drew near. “You don’t smell anything like each other, so we’re not sisters… I don’t think we’re even related.”

Citrus sighed, “Good, that wasn’t an argument I wanted to start.”

“Well,” Berry quietly said, “we are in a way; we’re not family but… we’ve spent our whole lives together— and we’ve shared everything… even our,” her squirming worsened, “body.”

“I guess that’s true.” Not hearing any complaints from Citrus, Cherry asked, “So… what now?” She sniffed herself before realizing, “Come to think of it… I’m not in heat.”

Berry shivered as Citrus added, “Yeah, I’m not either.”

They intently peered at her. She lurched, ‘Oh no, I’m blushing so much…’ Conscious of her racing heart, Berry wondered, ‘Why are they staring at me..? And… why are they so pretty..?’

Their tails started wagging. Citrus pointed out, “You know… I can still hear your thoughts.” Berry jumped and covered her lips.”

‘Yeah,’ Cherry added, ‘me too…’

“And you know,” unable to ignore the devious shift in Citrus’ smile, Berry coyly backed away as she crawled closer, “you’re cute too Berry, especially those golden eyes of yours.” Cherry’s ears perked while she adopted the same sinful grin. She shivered as Citrus cupped her cheeks. “I may not have gotten my meal, but I think I could just eat you up, little pup.”