It wouldn't have been fair to say that a hot spring smelled like a wet dog after a pack visit, it smelled like wet dog
and
cum.
Red grumbled under her breath, trying her best to lean back, close her eyes, and relax in the hot water. Her body had picked a hell of a time to decide to go into heat. She got one vacation every year, she never liked spending it with her balls feeling ready to burst. Now, on the other side of the world, her balls felt ready to burst. Japan was lovely, even if a girl like her stood out. Dark skin and standing a full head taller than most people got you a lot of attention, both from men and women. Red would have been more than happy to pick on some Japanese girl and give her a knotted treat, but drawing attention to yourself in some other pack's territory got you in trouble. Red could handle trouble, Red in heat was another story.
Her cock had mercifully swollen down in the hot water and oppressive steam of the springs. The other girls had all gone in before her, understanding her condition. Red deserved a fucking medal for self-control. It would have been the easiest thing in the world to follow her girls in and work through some pressure, but they would have been here for hours, and this was technically "in public." Hot springs did generally discourage day-long orgies, though the smell of this place and the goopy patches on some of the ground told Red that her girls might lack some discretion. She'd have to teach some lessons when she got back, but she tried not to picture what she was going to do too vividly. That and the smell of cum in the air made it hard to keep her urges at bay. When she got back to the hotel she could ring up one of the girls, invite her up, pay for the damages later. Can't think about that too vividly either...
It was a fresh groundwater-type spring, one well enough maintained that the water had gone back to being mostly water within a few minutes of her girls leaving. It still felt a little thicker than water was supposed to, but pack cum was particularly hard to clean. It was thick enough that she had a selection of formerly liked shirts that were beyond saving. That was one of the first things you learned once you got used to your new toys, keep the spray off of the fucking linens. Every few minutes, a bamboo balance would tilt and smack the rocks with a hollow thunk as it dropped more water into the springs. There was no dividing line, it was a unisex bath if you didn't rent it out. The kind of service that was all too necessary for wolf girls with a little extra. She had it on good authority that this place was run by a local monster girl and that it catered to those with special bodies. You have too much between the legs to sit in a women's bath and too much on the chest for the men's? You might want to look for a business run by somebody else who shared your problem. Japan had beast women... err, would it have been Yokai women or something of the sort?
"Hmmm, it almost smells normal in here again."
Red slid her eyes open, a woman that would have stood a few heads over even her had walked into the transitional changing room. She was already dressed down to a pair of full-sized towels around her hips and bust, both strained to cover her substantial curvature in either region.
"Hey, uhhh." Red gulped, lacking some of her usually calm composure. "This one is reserved."
"Of course, of course." The woman sighed. "I sold it to you, I knew that."
She stepped over to the springs, turning her back to Red to drop her towel, looking back at Red's flustered face as she did. A bushy tail fluttered like a pendulum back and forth across her round ass. It wasn't unheard of for a girl to show an animal side like that, but it was getting rarer. The only ones that still did were usually old enough to remember the fall of Rome. She sat and turned, the water barely reaching her navel and her feet set on the stone to either side of Red. Looking between her legs, it was hard to tell exactly what Red was looking at. It looked like a scrunched-up sheath, but one that went inside of her body instead of hanging out like a pack girls'. No matter what it was, she sat with her legs spread wide enough, outright encouraging red to look.
"You own this place?" Red tried to clear her throat and glue her eyes on the woman's face instead.
"
Hai
, though you didn't speak to me on the phone, this place is mine." She unfastened the towel around her breasts, letting them hang free. They were each bigger than her head and as a result a lot bigger than Red's. Red turned and closed her eyes at the same time, looking at her face wasn't going to be an option either.
The woman chuckled, "Sorry, am I making this hard on you? I just wanted to make us even, I've been staring at yours since I came in."
"I-I should warn you, it's uh...
that
time of year for me," Red grumbled out.
"I know, I can smell it, even over the sticky mess your girlfriends left. It's okay, I won't be upset if you pitch a tent on me."
Red was likely going to do so without her permission anyway. She opened her eyes and turned back to the giant of a woman. Her eyes were looking up and down over Red hungrily.
"So uh," Red tried to hide her constant stares at the pale pillows hanging a few inches from the waterline. "What's your name?"
"It depends on how formal you want to be." The woman sighed, sliding a little deeper into the water until her breasts started to tease the surface. "For an American like you, it would be Sumire. If this were a casual conversation, it would be Tokugawa-san. Though that implies that we're something like equals, I would much prefer Sama."
"Right, I'm not really hip on the whole honorifics thing."
"I know dear," Sumire purred. "You stand out very strongly around here."
"I would imagine you do too."
"Well suuure, if I go out like this. But my kind is so much less limited than yours."
