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She could hand out the material, restrain students if they started rough-housing, and clean up messes.\n\nThe class followed, tails wagging, always excited by a new lesson from Mrs. Jones. She was beloved, and kids at that age didn't know they were supposed to dislike school. Mrs. Jones took a deep breath. This was the most important lesson of the kids' lives, and the primary reason Kindergarten was required for all four-leggers. But that didn't mean it was any easier to teach. \n\nNot much teaching happened, honestly. The dogs played with blocks and worked on motor skills required to handle objects designed more with hands in mind. But any real educational pursuits were left for when the two-leggers arrived. They didn't want ferals to get a big head start on the normal kids, after all. So while Mrs. Jones read stories to the kids, she didn't teach them reading - even if they wanted to. She'd always wondered about that school policy, so she never stopped a child from [i]choosing to read[/i], and her class always had a big lead.\n\nBut this lesson was the one lesson that ferals got early, and for good reason. [i]Sex Education[/i]. Sure, it was basic stuff about genitals (not like they hadn't seen them already, half the dogs ran around without clothes on already). But if you didn't teach them not to have sex, they'd have no idea, going into heat around the age of three, possibly earlier. [i]Oh shit,[/i] she remembered. [i]The waivers[/i].\n\nShe always had to check the waivers even though no parent [i]ever[/i] opted their kids out of Sex Ed. None of them wanted to try to figure out how to tell a [i]three-year-old[/i] that they couldn't just follow their instincts or they'd end up giving pups or having them. Thank God the scare tactics in the lesson plans tended to work. She could only imagine how she'd feel if two of her students managed to sneak off somewhere and get it on in her classroom. She opened her phone to scroll through for waivers just to make sure, the kids all yipping and waiting impatiently on the carpet. ``...[i]What?[/i]'' she said out loud.\n\n``What is it, Mrs. Jones?'' a half-grown husky girl asked in the front.\n\n``It's nothing, Alyssa. Just surprised about something. Wep, Anput, could you come here?'' Mrs. Jones knelt, knowing that taking the same level as her students helped the kids feel seen.\n\nCurious, the two kids in question padded forward to the two-legged Beagle. They were, paws down, the weirdest of the class, but Mrs. Jones had seen plenty of weird three-year-olds. She suspected their parents were some sort of extreme - left or right, she couldn't tell. She'd met them a few times, tall, slender, black. They honestly looked more like jackals than dogs, and she wouldn't be surprised if they had a significant amount of wild heritage. But jackals weren't [i]black[/i]. These parents were [b][i]pure[/i][/b] black, with large, pointed ears that made them stand more than two feet taller than the Beagle. Honestly, they were very intimidating -\n\nUnlike their pups. Despite both parents sporting two legs, the pups of course had four. They shared the short, pure-black fur and pointed ears of their parents. It was a little unusual for two-leggers to produce four, especially twice in a litter, but of course it did happen. But Wep and Anput at least seemed like normal, well-adjusted three-year-olds. ``Your parents have asked that you be exempt from our next lesson. I've emailed them a form to fill out to provide evidence that they've implemented their own lesson plan at home, but for now, kids, you'll have to wait in the Calm-down Booth, okay?''\n\n``Awww,'' Wep groaned. ``What are we missing?''\n\nMrs. Jones said, ``I suppose I can at least tell you that. You and your sister are growing up, and there's an important thing to learn about your changing bodies.''\n\n``Is this about... sex?'' Anput asked softly. The female was always a little meeker than her brother. For two-leggers, a three-year-old talking about sex would be a flashing warning sign, but her classes knew the big lesson would be coming eventually and had already started to chatter about it.\n\n``Yes, dear.''\n\n``Aww, I wanna learn about it!'' she whined.\n\nMrs. Jones sighed. ``Well, your parents have decided that the best place to learn about sex is within the family.''\n\n* * * * *\n\n``Are you sure? You know if she... ah... breeds true, her life will never be the same.''\n\n``What do you mean, am I sure? The Cynads will find out one way or another,'' Bastia growled at her husband. ``It's not like we can just stop going to church.'' This sort of blasphemy wasn't uncommon from Osshua. He'd been recruited because of his looks more than his lineage, and hadn't grown up in Cynopolism.\n\n``No, no, I know that. But if you want a normal life...''\n\n``You mean if [i]you [/i]want one.''\n\nHe shook his head. ``I want what you want. You know that, love.'' He took her paws in his. He knew what he'd signed up for, marrying a high priestess. But still, he said, ``I could do it. They'd never know.''\n\nBastia kissed him. ``That's sweet, but our children are little miracles. I would never deny them their destiny. If God wills, everything will return to normal, but if Anput is chosen, there is nothing that would make me prouder.''\n\n``I - of course you're right,'' he sighed.\n\n``I have to go, they're waiting.''\n\nWith a quick hug, she left him there. They'd already decided it was best if he stayed out of the kids' room for the next part. She quivered with anticipation as she closed the door behind her, her two little twins wrestling naked on the floor of the bedroom. Of course - they never wore clothes unless absolutely necessary, as was custom. That would make this easier.\n\n``Hi Mom!'' Anput yipped, struggling out from under her brother. He also sat up, wagging his thin, black tail, all eyes on Bastia.\n\nShe knelt in front of the two. Full ferals, from her noted lineage. If this worked, she might be kneeling in front of her kids for a wholly different reason. Smiling, she said, ``I heard you had a lesson at school you couldn't attend.''\n\nWepwawet cocked his head. ``Yeah. 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Wep managed to stay still, but Anput wagged her tail until Bastia gave her a harsh look and the girl settled back into her respectful prayer pose. It took a few minutes, but she marked the kids? eyes and the rims of their ears with gold eyeliner, the classic Egyptian style that made them look truly the spitting image of Anubis himself.\n\n``But Dad never wears this stuff,'' Wep remarked, blinking through the unfamiliar paint.\n\n``He's not special like you and me and Anput. You two look [i]perfect[/i],'' she praised. ``Now step two.'' With this announcement, Bastia stood up. In front of her children, she began to disrobe, removing her ceremonial jacket to reveal her large, unbound breasts, before stepping out of her golden skirt, standing naked in front of the kids.\n\n``Are we having a bath?'' Wep wondered, that being the only time they ever saw their mother naked. He didn't notice when the adult casually pressed ``Record'' on the camera set up in the corner of the room. The Cynads would want proof.\n\nBastia shook her head. ``You probably know that mating has to do with private parts. Every woman has a holy temple inside that is only for their God-granted mate. [i]This,''[/i] she said dramatically, her fingers meeting to form an upside-down pyramid directly over her own mature spade, ``is the entrance to that temple.'' Both sets of eyes stared at her pussy, totally unaware just how unlike Mrs. Jones' lesson this one would be.\n\nStepping back to sit on the edge of the twins' bed, Bastia said, ``Come here, Anput.'' As the slender jackal neared, her mother took hold of the only clothing the girl ever wore, a simple gold collar, holding her steady. ``Up!'' she commanded, and Anput hopped into her mother's naked lap, her paws on her mom's thighs. The pup was still so small compared to Bastia, she had no trouble leaning forward, using her free hand to grip Anput's thin tail and pull it out of the way. ``See, Wep?''\n\nHe wagged his tail, looking his sister's spade over. Their short fur had never done much to hide her. But - ``She looks... bigger. Than [i]yours,[/i] even.''\n\nAnput gasped as her mother reached down and cupped her puppy pussy, hefting it. Bastia said, ``She's old enough now to go into heat. That's why the school is teaching people about sex. Do you smell that?''\n\nThe girl felt a wide blush across her muzzle as she was displayed for her brother, though she didn't know why. She'd certainly noticed the change in her smell, but hadn't thought anything of it. She looked over her shoulder at her confused brother, sniffing from several feet away. Wepwawet said, ``She smells weird.''\n\n``Good!'' Bastia praised. ``Not only does this smell mean she's ready to mate, but it also encourages all the boy dogs to [i]try[/i]. 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Wep asked, ignoring his sister's protests just as much as Mom did.\n\n``Get a good whiff, son.''\n\nAnput tried to pull away, but Bastia held her collar tight. Wep went back under her tail nose first, [i]snuffling[/i] loudly. She really [i]did[/i] smell good! He wagged his tail wildly, watching her pussy bounce up and down as his breath washed over it. Anput whined, ``Wep, don't!''\n\nBut he looked up at his mother, who nodded encouragingly. He sniffed and sniffed, but nothing was happening. ``What now?''\n\nBastia was disappointed to see that the boy wasn't ready. His little sheath was sitting beneath him, unperturbed. ``Try licking,'' she said, but it was clear she wasn't optimistic, even as she hiked Anput's tail firmly out of the way.\n\n``[i]Moooom[/i],'' Anput protested. It's not that she knew what was happening and didn't want it. She had no [i]idea[/i] what was happening, why, or what it was for. She trusted her mom, but why wasn't she explaining more? Whimpering, the young, black jackal stayed put, burrowing into her mother's lap for safety, her hindquarters presented to her equally clueless brother. She winced as he tentatively licked her there, her puffy pussy bouncing up and down. She'd never felt this way before. An itch had been growing inside her, and as Wep's tongue bathed the soft surface of her spade, it felt... better.\n\n``There, isn't that better?'' Bastia explained. But she was looking below her son's belly.\n\nPanting softly, Anput said, ``A... a little.''\n\n``Wepwawet,'' their mother corrected the too-timid boy. ``[i]Worship[/i] her. Bow like at church and give her the attention she [i]deserves[/i]. Let your tongue open the holy tunnel to her womb.''\n\nNow it was the boy's turn to look nervous. He didn't know what that meant, other than bowing. Kneeling, the black jackal nosed up under her tail, curling his large tongue around her sacred mound. It... actually tasted [i]really[/i] good. Wep took a deep breath and slathered the surface of her private parts, after years of being told not to touch anyone down there.\n\n``How does that feel?'' Mom asked.\n\nAnput was wiggling her hips now. No surprise, the girl was certifiably in heat. ``That's b-better,'' she admitted, her tail wagging above her brother's supplication. The girl was still just an initiate priestess at the church, so she'd never learned about the pleasures of a male's true devotion.\n\n``Now, deeper, son. If you want to be worthy of her golden chamber, [i]prove it[/i].''\n\n``Wep!'' Anput gasped, her brother pushing through with his thick tongue. Only one of the three noticed the reaction the male was having now, buried several inches into his squirming sister's holy hole. Bastia watched the bright red poking out of his sheath with a grim smile. So it [i]was[/i] going to happen today.\n\n``Oh, sis, you taste so [i]good[/i],'' Wep groaned between licks.\n\n``Deeper,'' Bastia commanded, but when it didn't happen, she said, ``Deeper!''\n\n``I-I can't!'' the boy protested, unable to push more than half of his tongue into his three-year-old sister.\n\n``Step aside, Wep. I know what's wrong. The door to her treasure chamber is still closed.'' Dropping Anput onto the bed so that her front legs splayed over the sheets, Bastia slipped behind her daughter, who stared over her shoulder curiously. Placing a hand to steady herself on Anput's rump, she made two fingers. ``This might hurt...'' her mother explained.\n\n``Wait, what ...?'' the girl gasped, but her mother didn't delay. Jabbing up through her pussy, her two-legged mother poked expertly through the puppy's precious hymen. Her barrier had served its purpose, but now was the time to come together in praise and devotion to the great Anubis. Anput [i]yipped[/i] and squealed, trying to scramble the rest of the way onto the bed, the sharp pain of losing her maidenhood still spiking through her young body. ``Ow-uhhhh!'' she yelped from where she huddled on top of the bed, as if her mother's betrayal was the end of the world.\n\n``Come back down,'' her mother demanded. Whining, the pained pup crept back toward her mother, obedient but skittish, perched at the edge of the bed. ``No, not like that. Turn around for your brother.''\n\n``But... but I don't want to,'' she suggested.\n\nBastia shook her head. ``Your brother wants to perform the sacred summoning ritual with you, Anput. The whole [i]church[/i] is depending on you to lift that little rump of yours.''\n\n``Y-Yeah...'' Wep agreed, standing now on all fours and quivering, anticipating something his body knew, but his mind did not.\n\n``But - it's my rump and I don't want to,'' the girl replied, stepping down onto the carpet.\n\nBastia gave her daughter a small smile, a mix of empathy and condescension. ``Anubis himself gifted you with your perfect form, Anput. Your rump belongs to him, really. You wouldn't stand in the way of God himself, would you?''\n\nStanding on trembling legs, Anput shook her head no. ``For...'' she started. Each step was plodding, but each step came to her, spinning her in place until her hindquarters faced Wepwawet. ``...the favor of Anubis...'' she whined.\n\n``Wh-what do I do, Mom?'' Wep asked.\n\n``You two were literally [i]born[/i] for this. Today was written on the stars. Step forward, Wepwawet.''\n\nBlack jackal boy stepped up to black jackal girl, his head once again inches in front of her aching, freshly popped cherry. She smelled even riper now, as if he could scent her royal womb itself. ``Mom, she's bleeding,'' he gasped, nervously.\n\nWhether it was menstrual or from her torn hymen didn't matter to Bastia. Kneeling beside the two, she took what she [i]really[/i] wanted, reaching out below her son's slender belly and gripping his glistening tip in her palm. ``Oh!''\n\n``His staff is for you, Anput,'' she said, sliding her hand back and forth, slowly working his length out of his sheath. ``When you both come together, [i]that[/i] is mating - the most sacred prayer. Cynads around the world know about you both, dears. They've all been waiting for this!''\n\n``[i]Moooom[/i]...'' Wep groaned, bucking softly in her grasp. Bastia hadn't talked like this before, not about his destiny. He'd noticed the way the other church members were extra polite to him, but he didn't realize just how special he was to them. Now it made sense to him, and a special boy deserved a special prize.\n\nThis was it. The moment she'd been preparing for since the miracle pups were born, four-legged and without stray markings. Bastia could never have asked Anubis for such a blessing, yet she had been chosen. She only hoped that her twins would breed true. That they'd been chosen as well.\n\n``Don't disappoint the Great One, kids. Now is the moment!''\n\nBoth pups were confused, but Bastia reached forward to grab Wep's collar, pulling him forward. He expected to stop, but she kept tugging him until he was colliding with her! Mom lifted up and he had no choice but to climb up on his whining sister. Wrestling was one thing, but her brother had never mounted her like this. ``Wep...'' she whimpered.\n\n``Anput...''\n\n``Just do what feels natural,'' Bastia whispered in her son's ear. To Anput she said, ``Now's your chance to fulfill your destiny.''\n\n``But... what...?'' Anput asked, confused, trying to look over her shoulder in vain to see what was happening beneath her brother. She was still aching inside, but Mom had taught her to be quiet and accept pain, like shots. Bastia gripped his cock and angled it up, helping the inexperienced three-year-old nestle into the tapered tip of her swollen spade. The camera would see the destined entry of their glorious union. First their loins, then their essence would combine together in holy bliss.\n\n``[b][i]Now[/i][/b],'' she whispered in a hush to Wepwawet, and the boy grunted, his instincts more than enough to drive him the rest of the way into his sister. While their friends at school played with dolls and chased balls, Anput and Wep joined as one, doing exactly what the other kids were warned never to do. ``Don't fight it.''\n\nAnput tossed her head back and gave a high-pitched whine, betraying her youth with a gasp of ``Mommy...!'' Wep worked himself into her trembling tunnel, his slender cock more than enough to stretch the young pup to her limits. It felt... so weird! His slippery tip brushed her squirming pussy before poking inside, welcomed by her wet warmth. Anput's fat, puffy spade parted gently, comfortably for him, until he reached a new depth, grinding past her tattered barrier. Anput coughed and whined, obediently relaxing for her beloved mother, biting her lip. Wep used the gradual stretching of her bloated pussy to push even deeper, his paws sliding into place around his sister's hips. They fit together like a nut and a bolt, her brother's breath washing over the back of her head.\n\n``Mommy, I'm scared...'' the young priestess gasped, wincing in pain.\n\n``Everything is going according to plan,'' she assured her daughter, walking around the two so that she stood between the camera and the twins.\n\nBastia was panting herself, amazed and eager to see her miracle children finally praising the dog of Cynopolism as they were meant to. She had her own part to play in the ceremony, and unlike Anput, she was not reluctant. Only the head of her church would see as she knelt in front of her beautiful children, bowing in supplication. To usher in their holy offspring, the naked jackal woman hiked her rump for the camera, placed perfectly so that her gaping spade would fill the lower portion of the view, while still focusing on the twins in front of her. Prone on the carpet, she slid her right paw to her own pussy, opening herself to the Cynads as to encourage Anput's opening to Wep.\n\nWith luck, Anput's puppies would take after the twins - pure, black, four-legged. There were a few lineages left that bred true among the Cynads, and a new one would be the biggest news in more than a generation. Prophecy spoke of the purest offspring being an incarnation of Anubis himself. She didn't even dare hope that her own grandchildren might include the coming of the one true God. But if not her first litter, perhaps her second, or third, or her pup's second or third. To see Anubis' return in her own lifetime... Bastia could pray for nothing more. She bucked her digits even as her kids humped and whined, confused but obedient in their holy praise.\n\n``Oh... oh Wepwawet!'' Anput gasped, the pain of her mother's poke fading quickly as her heat-primed womb called to her brother's throbbing cock. She had no idea that they were breaking all kinds of laws, but even if she did, the laws of men fell before the glory of the laws of Anubis. The pieces were finally falling into place. Mating, a ``summoning ritual''? Monique at school had suggested that sex resulted in puppies. Did that mean... her parents had sex? Her heart surged at the idea of younger brothers and ... no, they would be [i]her[/i] children. She didn't realize her role in their birth would be significantly more intensive than her brother's. All she knew was that she was pleasing her mother, and she was pleasing God. ``F-for the favor of Anubis!'' she whimpered.\n\n``An...put...'' he panted raggedly, his eyes closed as he worked himself to his limits. He kept slipping in his inexperience, popping out of her entirely. He groaned, frustrated, until his mother left her prayer and knelt behind him. ``M-mom?''\n\n``Like this, honey,'' she smiled, reaching beneath him to adjust his angle. ``Upward,'' she commanded, and even pushed up on his rump, pumping him into his whining sister.\n\n``Oh!'' he gasped, as his tip once again pushed past her pelvis, sinking into her tighter tunnel. Now, though, when he pulled back, he stayed in her. He grunted and humped, his dick easily fitting inside her swollen pussy, wrapped like a glove, shuddering spasms pulsing down his shaft to his spine. ``You're... you're the best...'' he whined, though whether it was to Anput or Bastia, neither could tell. He grew now, filling out inside his sister's hooded vulva, stretching her apart like a spreader bar.\n\nThe young girl couldn't imagine why Mrs. Jones would tell the kids not to do this. She'd been reluctant at first, but mating was unlike anything the three-year-old had tried, even [i]bacon[/i]. She trembled, legs wobbling, as her beloved brother pushed in and out, his shaft swimming back and forth in an electrifying flood of wet tension. She couldn't wait to tell Alyssa about this! It's too bad her mother had made it clear that Anput couldn't try this with any of her less-than-special classmates, but at least she had Wep. Oh - Wep could show Alyssa what they'd learned! The girl grunted and groaned, straining against his growing tie, oblivious of the camera recording her every squeal. ``Wep! Wep, please!'' she begged, though she had no idea what for.\n\nBastia returned to the edge of the bed, encouraging Anput back into her lap. It was easy enough to climb up, what with Wep shoving her forward three times a second. She shivered and moaned in her mother's tight embrace, hands petting her head and neck.\n\n``Nnngh, sis... I-I feel...''\n\n``That's it, Wepwawet, let yourself go. Don't hold back,'' Bastia panted. With Anput tucked next to her bosom, Wep's grunting muzzle was just another foot away. He [i]should[/i] be old enough to breed her. Leaning forward, she whispered in his ear. ``Give her your offering!''\n\nHe cackled like a jackal, which of course, he mostly was. His whole body tensed up as he tried to hump, only for his engorged knot to pin him to his sister, hilted balls deep. Stuck together, young, tight, and fertile, Wep lost it. A full tie was just what their mother wanted. She watched in amazement as Wep's untried balls churned, and Wepwawet spent himself in his sister, splurting her pristine, holy virgin insides. Bastia shivered, watching first Wep and then Anput [i]cum[/i], bodies hot and sticky and shaking. The incest wasn't a coincidence - [i]it was the point[/i]. If everything worked correctly, the girl's pups would be all but identical to the twins, their lineage even closer to the Anubian ideal.\n\nAnput clenched and shuddered around her brother, her eyes rolling to the back of her slender, black muzzle. Her extra long ears, almost like a fennec, laid flat against the back of her neck as she experienced her first orgasm, years before she was supposed to be even thinking about sex. She clung to his cock like a tight-fitting glove, massaging his shaft as if to draw every last drop of Anubian seed into her sacred womb. She felt the weight growing in her belly, unaware that soon she would be even heavier.\n\n``Praise Anubis, kids! Prepare ye his way into the world! May he judge our souls to be light!''\n\nThe whole moment was so intense for the twins that they were open to anything. The rhythm and meaning behind their mother's words enfolded them, encouraging their belief. ``Amun!'' Anput gasped in prayer, and Wep followed, their copulation the first time he'd truly enjoyed prayer. At three, he hadn't made his mind up about church, but that was changing quick as his innermost sense of self shuddered in climax.\n\nWep needed no instruction to tell him to turn around, nestling his knot with her in the traditional pose. He could barely keep his feet, swooning like he was lighter than air, dumping his nuts literally a religious experience for him. What better way to worship his sister, a priestess-in-training? Why did they bow against the ground? All prayer should involve mating.\n\n``For the favor of Anubis,'' Bastia exclaimed, leaving her daughter's quivering orgasm to show the complete, sealed tie to the camera, proof of who had bred the little girl. Not a drop was lost, not until the tie was done, both kids separating and blushing madly.\n\n``Can we pray again!?'' Wep asked.\n\nAnput nuzzled her brother. ``Can we?''\n\n``Give it a little time, kids,'' Bastia laughed. ``But I promise, Anubis would like nothing more.''\n\n* * * * *\n\nAnput only got to see two more weeks of school before she was pulled out for ``homeschooling,'' and even though she wanted to show Alyssa what she'd learned, she kept it a secret like Mom said. While Wep was running around, playing with his peers, learning to read, and having stories read to him, Anput stayed at home, learning all the ins and outs of becoming an expectant mother.\n\nBastia helped her learn what she could and couldn't eat, how to deal with morning sickness, bloating, what prayers would bless her coming litter the best, and what would be expected of her when she finally gave birth. She swelled up wide, the church doctor finding four little four-leggers inside of her. The only place she went was church, and the whole congregation watched her progression with reverence. Her job was to lie in repose on the altar while the preacher spoke, while Wep prayed in the comfortable seats. Four-leggers was a blessed sign, but only time would tell if they were free from markings - pure, short, black fur.\n\nShe missed her friends, and spending time with Mom only went so far when it involved learning about all the inconveniences she was or would soon incur. When Wep returned home bubbling about his school day, Anput could only nod and smile. She had nothing new to add. And she didn't like the way the other Cynads looked at her in church. They never spoke to [i]Anput[/i], just about her bulging belly. She couldn't wait for the pregnancy to be over so that she could go back to school.\n\nWep couldn't have been happier. Bastia praised him greatly for breaching Anput's sacred chamber, and the other Cynads all cheered him on. His mother said if everything went right, he'd be in high demand among the other members. But the best thing that happened was with Alyssa. Sure, he couldn't explain to his friend why Anput had to be homeschooled now, but he [i]did [/i]tell the young husky that Mrs. Jones wasn't telling the whole truth about sex - about how it [i]felt[/i]. While the rest of the kids were at recess, he'd sneaked off with Alyssa to show her certain prayers just shy of mating that had none of the consequences their teacher had warned of. He didn't think it would take many more traded tongue jobs before the young husky threw caution to the wind. He just hoped she'd be in heat when it finally happened.\n\nWhen Mrs. Jones finally called CPS, the family followed Cynopolist recommendations, showing the fake curriculum the girl was supposedly following. And she was far too sick with a cold to leave her covers. No need for a social worker to see the three-year-old's fat, swollen belly, complete with engorged teats to welcome the next miracles to the world.\n\nThe day finally arrived, and when her contractions started in the evening, the whole church was called for a special service. Once again, Anput found herself on the altar, this time in a gold-adorned whelping bed. ``I-I'm scared,'' she told her Dad, while the congregation arrived.\n\n``Everything will be okay, baby,'' he said, patting her head. ``No matter what happens, you've been really brave and your litter will be a joyful addition to our family. Your mother and I won't think any less of you if they aren't perfect.''\n\n``Osshua, don't put those thoughts in her head,'' Bastia retorted, putting the required make-up on her daughter. ``Nothing will go wrong. God will ensure it!''\n\nThe pews were lined with people, forty members of the obscure religion having moved specifically to this town to host a temple. They watched and cheered and swayed, fingering themselves as they knelt in proper prayer. The few ferals among them, including Wep with Bastia, had another person help work them over, until the whole crowd was crying out in sexual excitement and joy, all the better to welcome in the new litter.\n\nThey came thirty minutes apart... each one quickly inspected by the High Priest. He lifted them into the air for their anointing. No blemishes! The crowd cheered. No blemishes! More excitement. No blemishes!\n\nWhat Anput couldn't understand was why Dad looked so disappointed. Everyone else was writhing in exultant prayer, but Osshua had a forced smile on his face as one, two, three...[i]four[/i] perfect feral jackals were born, all pure black with closed eyes. And the camera recorded it all. This congregation and the entire world of Cynopolism would see the young girl giving birth.\n\nHe patted Anput on the head and praised her as a good girl, but she still looked confused at the sadness in his eyes. ``You're a sacred vessel, Anput!'' Bastia proclaimed, her tail wagging. ``Anubis himself has blessed our lineage so that you will produce the next generation of perfect avatars.''\n\nOsshua couldn't tell his adopted daughter outright, but she finally understood, her ears flattening and her tail between her legs, four perfect puppies teething at her nipples.\n\n[i]She wasn't going back to school.[/i] Not now.\n\nNot ever.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "``Come on, children, we have a special topic for you today,'' Mrs. Jones explained.

She was a Beagle, like one of the girls in the class, but the teacher stood out from her students - literally.  As usual, the class of ferals started school two years earlier than their two-legged peers.  As if the ``normal'' kids didn't already have a huge advantage, having hands, they got to wait until they were five to go to Kindergarten.  Naturally, a teacher of a dozen little feral pups benefitted from having hands.  She could hand out the material, restrain students if they started rough-housing, and clean up messes.

The class followed, tails wagging, always excited by a new lesson from Mrs. Jones.  She was beloved, and kids at that age didn't know they were supposed to dislike school.  Mrs. Jones took a deep breath.  This was the most important lesson of the kids' lives, and the primary reason Kindergarten was required for all four-leggers.  But that didn't mean it was any easier to teach.  

Not much teaching happened, honestly.  The dogs played with blocks and worked on motor skills required to handle objects designed more with hands in mind.  But any real educational pursuits were left for when the two-leggers arrived.  They didn't want ferals to get a big head start on the normal kids, after all.  So while Mrs. Jones read stories to the kids, she didn't teach them reading - even if they wanted to.  She'd always wondered about that school policy, so she never stopped a child from choosing to read, and her class always had a big lead.

But this lesson was the one lesson that ferals got early, and for good reason.  Sex Education.  Sure, it was basic stuff about genitals (not like they hadn't seen them already, half the dogs ran around without clothes on already).  But if you didn't teach them not to have sex, they'd have no idea, going into heat around the age of three, possibly earlier.  Oh shit, she remembered.  The waivers.

She always had to check the waivers even though no parent ever opted their kids out of Sex Ed.  None of them wanted to try to figure out how to tell a three-year-old that they couldn't just follow their instincts or they'd end up giving pups or having them.  Thank God the scare tactics in the lesson plans tended to work.  She could only imagine how she'd feel if two of her students managed to sneak off somewhere and get it on in her classroom.  She opened her phone to scroll through for waivers just to make sure, the kids all yipping and waiting impatiently on the carpet.  ``...What?'' she said out loud.

``What is it, Mrs. Jones?'' a half-grown husky girl asked in the front.

``It's nothing, Alyssa.  Just surprised about something.  Wep, Anput, could you come here?''  Mrs. Jones knelt, knowing that taking the same level as her students helped the kids feel seen.

Curious, the two kids in question padded forward to the two-legged Beagle.  They were, paws down, the weirdest of the class, but Mrs. Jones had seen plenty of weird three-year-olds.  She suspected their parents were some sort of extreme -  left or right, she couldn't tell.  She'd met them a few times, tall, slender, black.  They honestly looked more like jackals than dogs, and she wouldn't be surprised if they had a significant amount of wild heritage.  But jackals weren't black.  These parents were pure black, with large, pointed ears that made them stand more than two feet taller than the Beagle.  Honestly, they were very intimidating -

Unlike their pups.  Despite both parents sporting two legs, the pups of course had four.  They shared the short, pure-black fur and pointed ears of their parents.  It was a little unusual for two-leggers to produce four, especially twice in a litter, but of course it did happen.  But Wep and Anput at least seemed like normal, well-adjusted three-year-olds.  ``Your parents have asked that you be exempt from our next lesson.  I've emailed them a form to fill out to provide evidence that they've implemented their own lesson plan at home, but for now, kids, you'll have to wait in the Calm-down Booth, okay?''

``Awww,'' Wep groaned.  ``What are we missing?''

Mrs. Jones said, ``I suppose I can at least tell you that.  You and your sister are growing up, and there's an important thing to learn about your changing bodies.''

``Is this about... sex?'' Anput asked softly.  The female was always a little meeker than her brother.  For two-leggers, a three-year-old talking about sex would be a flashing warning sign, but her classes knew the big lesson would be coming eventually and had already started to chatter about it.

``Yes, dear.''

``Aww, I wanna learn about it!'' she whined.

Mrs. Jones sighed.  ``Well, your parents have decided that the best place to learn about sex is within the family.''

* * * * *

``Are you sure?  You know if she... ah... breeds true, her life will never be the same.''

``What do you mean, am I sure?  The Cynads will find out one way or another,'' Bastia growled at her husband.  ``It's not like we can just stop going to church.''  This sort of blasphemy wasn't uncommon from Osshua.  He'd been recruited because of his looks more than his lineage, and hadn't grown up in Cynopolism.

``No, no, I know that.  But if you want a normal life...''

``You mean if you want one.''

He shook his head.  ``I want what you want.  You know that, love.''  He took her paws in his.  He knew what he'd signed up for, marrying a high priestess.  But still, he said, ``I could do it.  They'd never know.''

Bastia kissed him.  ``That's sweet, but our children are little miracles.  I would never deny them their destiny.  If God wills, everything will return to normal, but if Anput is chosen, there is nothing that would make me prouder.''

``I - of course you're right,'' he sighed.

``I have to go, they're waiting.''

With a quick hug, she left him there.  They'd already decided it was best if he stayed out of the kids' room for the next part.  She quivered with anticipation as she closed the door behind her, her two little twins wrestling naked on the floor of the bedroom.  Of course - they never wore clothes unless absolutely necessary, as was custom.  That would make this easier.

``Hi Mom!'' Anput yipped, struggling out from under her brother.  He also sat up, wagging his thin, black tail, all eyes on Bastia.

She knelt in front of the two.  Full ferals, from her noted lineage.  If this worked, she might be kneeling in front of her kids for a wholly different reason.  Smiling, she said, ``I heard you had a lesson at school you couldn't attend.''

Wepwawet cocked his head.  ``Yeah.  Teacher said you wanted us to `XM'...?''

Bastia blinked.  ``Oh, you were `exempt'.  That's because we do things a little differently in this family.  I'm going to teach you!''

Anput gasped.  ``About... sex?''

Their mother nodded.  ``They were going to teach you not to have it, and they're mostly right!  Especially you, Anput.  Mating is -''

``Mating?'' she asked.

``Ah.  Mating is sex for the right reasons.  You shouldn't ever do it without your Dad or me present, Anput.  You're a special girl and you deserve a special guy.''

``What about me?'' Wep interrupted.

Bastia glanced at him.  ``You shouldn't be mating without us around either, but it's not quite so bad if you slip up.''

``What's special?'' Anput asked, confused.  ``Like Dad?''

Mom chuckled.  ``No, not Dad.  But your brother is a special boy, too.''

The kids looked stunned.  Not because Wep was special.  But the implication dawned on the toddlers.  ``So we can mate?'' Wep asked.

``You can and you may,'' Bastia said helpfully.  ``But it's really important that you don't tell anyone.  Remember, they were teaching that no one can have sex.  So whatever happens in this room stays here.  Got it, kids?''  They'd been trained to keep secrets for over a year, so she was confident in them.

``Yes,'' he said.

``Yes, Mommy,'' she agreed.

Wep glanced over at his sister, his brain clearly processing, as if he was trying to figure out how to mate with her.  Bastia laughed.  ``Don't worry, I'll show you how.  First step?''

They knew the first step to anything.  Sitting neatly, paws in front like little gentlemen, the twin pups said in unison, ``For the favor of Anubis.''

``I have something special to mark the occasion,'' she explained, revealing the gold makeup kit she used on herself before every church service.  Wep managed to stay still, but Anput wagged her tail until Bastia gave her a harsh look and the girl settled back into her respectful prayer pose.  It took a few minutes, but she marked the kids? eyes and the rims of their ears with gold eyeliner, the classic Egyptian style that made them look truly the spitting image of Anubis himself.

``But Dad never wears this stuff,'' Wep remarked, blinking through the unfamiliar paint.

``He's not special like you and me and Anput.  You two look perfect,'' she praised.  ``Now step two.''  With this announcement, Bastia stood up.  In front of her children, she began to disrobe, removing her ceremonial jacket to reveal her large, unbound breasts, before stepping out of her golden skirt, standing naked in front of the kids.

``Are we having a bath?'' Wep wondered, that being the only time they ever saw their mother naked.  He didn't notice when the adult casually pressed ``Record'' on the camera set up in the corner of the room.  The Cynads would want proof.

Bastia shook her head.  ``You probably know that mating has to do with private parts.  Every woman has a holy temple inside that is only for their God-granted mate.  This,'' she said dramatically, her fingers meeting to form an upside-down pyramid directly over her own mature spade, ``is the entrance to that temple.''  Both sets of eyes stared at her pussy, totally unaware just how unlike Mrs. Jones' lesson this one would be.

Stepping back to sit on the edge of the twins' bed, Bastia said, ``Come here, Anput.''  As the slender jackal neared, her mother took hold of the only clothing the girl ever wore, a simple gold collar, holding her steady.  ``Up!'' she commanded, and Anput hopped into her mother's naked lap, her paws on her mom's thighs.  The pup was still so small compared to Bastia, she had no trouble leaning forward, using her free hand to grip Anput's thin tail and pull it out of the way.  ``See, Wep?''

He wagged his tail, looking his sister's spade over.  Their short fur had never done much to hide her.  But - ``She looks... bigger.  Than yours, even.''

Anput gasped as her mother reached down and cupped her puppy pussy, hefting it.  Bastia said, ``She's old enough now to go into heat.  That's why the school is teaching people about sex.  Do you smell that?''

The girl felt a wide blush across her muzzle as she was displayed for her brother, though she didn't know why.  She'd certainly noticed the change in her smell, but hadn't thought anything of it.  She looked over her shoulder at her confused brother, sniffing from several feet away.  Wepwawet said, ``She smells weird.''

``Good!'' Bastia praised.  ``Not only does this smell mean she's ready to mate, but it also encourages all the boy dogs to try.  But remember, Anput, it's vital that you don't let them unless your father or I agrees, okay?''

``Uhh, okay,'' she trembled, trying to look over her shoulder at Wep, only to find her brother hard to see - his head was too low.

Wep gulped, staying put despite nerves sparking across his young body.  ``C-can I?''

Bastia explained, ``I don't know.  You might still be too young.  But you're welcome to try.''

Anput gasped.  ``R-right now?''  She'd heard more than two dozen conflicting things about sex, and some of them were decidedly unpleasant.  She didn't think the best way to learn which were real was to just do it...

``If he can,'' she whispered to her daughter.

``I - I'm not ready,'' the three-year-old pup stammered.

But Bastia just laughed and patted her daughter's fat, immature spade.  ``Your vulva says otherwise.''

``What do I do?'' Wep asked, ignoring his sister's protests just as much as Mom did.

``Get a good whiff, son.''

Anput tried to pull away, but Bastia held her collar tight.  Wep went back under her tail nose first, snuffling loudly.  She really did smell good!  He wagged his tail wildly, watching her pussy bounce up and down as his breath washed over it.  Anput whined, ``Wep, don't!''

But he looked up at his mother, who nodded encouragingly.  He sniffed and sniffed, but nothing was happening.  ``What now?''

Bastia was disappointed to see that the boy wasn't ready.  His little sheath was sitting beneath him, unperturbed.  ``Try licking,'' she said, but it was clear she wasn't optimistic, even as she hiked Anput's tail firmly out of the way.

``Moooom,'' Anput protested.  It's not that she knew what was happening and didn't want it.  She had no idea what was happening, why, or what it was for.  She trusted her mom, but why wasn't she explaining more?  Whimpering, the young, black jackal stayed put, burrowing into her mother's lap for safety, her hindquarters presented to her equally clueless brother.  She winced as he tentatively licked her there, her puffy pussy bouncing up and down.  She'd never felt this way before.  An itch had been growing inside her, and as Wep's tongue bathed the soft surface of her spade, it felt... better.

``There, isn't that better?'' Bastia explained.  But she was looking below her son's belly.

Panting softly, Anput said, ``A... a little.''

``Wepwawet,'' their mother corrected the too-timid boy.  ``Worship her.  Bow like at church and give her the attention she deserves.  Let your tongue open the holy tunnel to her womb.''

Now it was the boy's turn to look nervous.  He didn't know what that meant, other than bowing.  Kneeling, the black jackal nosed up under her tail, curling his large tongue around her sacred mound.  It... actually tasted really good.  Wep took a deep breath and slathered the surface of her private parts, after years of being told not to touch anyone down there.

``How does that feel?'' Mom asked.

Anput was wiggling her hips now.  No surprise, the girl was certifiably in heat.  ``That's b-better,'' she admitted, her tail wagging above her brother's supplication.  The girl was still just an initiate priestess at the church, so she'd never learned about the pleasures of a male's true devotion.

``Now, deeper, son.  If you want to be worthy of her golden chamber, prove it.''

``Wep!'' Anput gasped, her brother pushing through with his thick tongue.  Only one of the three noticed the reaction the male was having now, buried several inches into his squirming sister's holy hole.  Bastia watched the bright red poking out of his sheath with a grim smile.  So it was going to happen today.

``Oh, sis, you taste so good,'' Wep groaned between licks.

``Deeper,'' Bastia commanded, but when it didn't happen, she said, ``Deeper!''

``I-I can't!'' the boy protested, unable to push more than half of his tongue into his three-year-old sister.

``Step aside, Wep.  I know what's wrong.  The door to her treasure chamber is still closed.''  Dropping Anput onto the bed so that her front legs splayed over the sheets, Bastia slipped behind her daughter, who stared over her shoulder curiously.  Placing a hand to steady herself on Anput's rump, she made two fingers.  ``This might hurt...'' her mother explained.

``Wait, what ...?'' the girl gasped, but her mother didn't delay.  Jabbing up through her pussy, her two-legged mother poked expertly through the puppy's precious hymen.  Her barrier had served its purpose, but now was the time to come together in praise and devotion to the great Anubis.  Anput yipped and squealed, trying to scramble the rest of the way onto the bed, the sharp pain of losing her maidenhood still spiking through her young body.  ``Ow-uhhhh!'' she yelped from where she huddled on top of the bed, as if her mother's betrayal was the end of the world.

``Come back down,'' her mother demanded.  Whining, the pained pup crept back toward her mother, obedient but skittish, perched at the edge of the bed.  ``No, not like that.  Turn around for your brother.''

``But... but I don't want to,'' she suggested.

Bastia shook her head.  ``Your brother wants to perform the sacred summoning ritual with you, Anput.  The whole church is depending on you to lift that little rump of yours.''

``Y-Yeah...'' Wep agreed, standing now on all fours and quivering, anticipating something his body knew, but his mind did not.

``But - it's my rump and I don't want to,'' the girl replied, stepping down onto the carpet.

Bastia gave her daughter a small smile, a mix of empathy and condescension.  ``Anubis himself gifted you with your perfect form, Anput.  Your rump belongs to him, really.  You wouldn't stand in the way of God himself, would you?''

Standing on trembling legs, Anput shook her head no.  ``For...'' she started.  Each step was plodding, but each step came to her, spinning her in place until her hindquarters faced Wepwawet.  ``...the favor of Anubis...'' she whined.

``Wh-what do I do, Mom?'' Wep asked.

``You two were literally born for this.  Today was written on the stars.  Step forward, Wepwawet.''

Black jackal boy stepped up to black jackal girl, his head once again inches in front of her aching, freshly popped cherry.  She smelled even riper now, as if he could scent her royal womb itself.  ``Mom, she's bleeding,'' he gasped, nervously.

Whether it was menstrual or from her torn hymen didn't matter to Bastia.  Kneeling beside the two, she took what she really wanted, reaching out below her son's slender belly and gripping his glistening tip in her palm.  ``Oh!''

``His staff is for you, Anput,'' she said, sliding her hand back and forth, slowly working his length out of his sheath.  ``When you both come together, that is mating - the most sacred prayer.  Cynads around the world know about you both, dears.  They've all been waiting for this!''

``Moooom...'' Wep groaned, bucking softly in her grasp.  Bastia hadn't talked like this before, not about his destiny.  He'd noticed the way the other church members were extra polite to him, but he didn't realize just how special he was to them.  Now it made sense to him, and a special boy deserved a special prize.

This was it.  The moment she'd been preparing for since the miracle pups were born, four-legged and without stray markings.  Bastia could never have asked Anubis for such a blessing, yet she had been chosen.  She only hoped that her twins would breed true.  That they'd been chosen as well.

``Don't disappoint the Great One, kids.  Now is the moment!''

Both pups were confused, but Bastia reached forward to grab Wep's collar, pulling him forward.  He expected to stop, but she kept tugging him until he was colliding with her!  Mom lifted up and he had no choice but to climb up on his whining sister.  Wrestling was one thing, but her brother had never mounted her like this.  ``Wep...'' she whimpered.

``Anput...''

``Just do what feels natural,'' Bastia whispered in her son's ear.  To Anput she said, ``Now's your chance to fulfill your destiny.''

``But... what...?'' Anput asked, confused, trying to look over her shoulder in vain to see what was happening beneath her brother.  She was still aching inside, but Mom had taught her to be quiet and accept pain, like shots.  Bastia gripped his cock and angled it up, helping the inexperienced three-year-old nestle into the tapered tip of her swollen spade.  The camera would see the destined entry of their glorious union.  First their loins, then their essence would combine together in holy bliss.

``Now,'' she whispered in a hush to Wepwawet, and the boy grunted, his instincts more than enough to drive him the rest of the way into his sister.  While their friends at school played with dolls and chased balls, Anput and Wep joined as one, doing exactly what the other kids were warned never to do.  ``Don't fight it.''

Anput tossed her head back and gave a high-pitched whine, betraying her youth with a gasp of ``Mommy...!''  Wep worked himself into her trembling tunnel, his slender cock more than enough to stretch the young pup to her limits.  It felt... so weird!  His slippery tip brushed her squirming pussy before poking inside, welcomed by her wet warmth.  Anput's fat, puffy spade parted gently, comfortably for him, until he reached a new depth, grinding past her tattered barrier.  Anput coughed and whined, obediently relaxing for her beloved mother, biting her lip.  Wep used the gradual stretching of her bloated pussy to push even deeper, his paws sliding into place around his sister's hips.  They fit together like a nut and a bolt, her brother's breath washing over the back of her head.

``Mommy, I'm scared...'' the young priestess gasped, wincing in pain.

``Everything is going according to plan,'' she assured her daughter, walking around the two so that she stood between the camera and the twins.

Bastia was panting herself, amazed and eager to see her miracle children finally praising the dog of Cynopolism as they were meant to.  She had her own part to play in the ceremony, and unlike Anput, she was not reluctant.  Only the head of her church would see as she knelt in front of her beautiful children, bowing in supplication.  To usher in their holy offspring, the naked jackal woman hiked her rump for the camera, placed perfectly so that her gaping spade would fill the lower portion of the view, while still focusing on the twins in front of her.  Prone on the carpet, she slid her right paw to her own pussy, opening herself to the Cynads as to encourage Anput's opening to Wep.

With luck, Anput's puppies would take after the twins - pure, black, four-legged.  There were a few lineages left that bred true among the Cynads, and a new one would be the biggest news in more than a generation.  Prophecy spoke of the purest offspring being an incarnation of Anubis himself.  She didn't even dare hope that her own grandchildren might include the coming of the one true God.  But if not her first litter, perhaps her second, or third, or her pup's second or third.  To see Anubis' return in her own lifetime... Bastia could pray for nothing more.  She bucked her digits even as her kids humped and whined, confused but obedient in their holy praise.

``Oh... oh Wepwawet!'' Anput gasped, the pain of her mother's poke fading quickly as her heat-primed womb called to her brother's throbbing cock.   She had no idea that they were breaking all kinds of laws, but even if she did, the laws of men fell before the glory of the laws of Anubis.  The pieces were finally falling into place.  Mating, a ``summoning ritual''?  Monique at school had suggested that sex resulted in puppies.  Did that mean... her parents had sex?  Her heart surged at the idea of younger brothers and ... no, they would be her children.  She didn't realize her role in their birth would be significantly more intensive than her brother's.  All she knew was that she was pleasing her mother, and she was pleasing God.  ``F-for the favor of Anubis!'' she whimpered.

``An...put...'' he panted raggedly, his eyes closed as he worked himself to his limits.  He kept slipping in his inexperience, popping out of her entirely.  He groaned, frustrated, until his mother left her prayer and knelt behind him.  ``M-mom?''

``Like this, honey,'' she smiled, reaching beneath him to adjust his angle.  ``Upward,'' she commanded, and even pushed up on his rump, pumping him into his whining sister.

``Oh!'' he gasped, as his tip once again pushed past her pelvis, sinking into her tighter tunnel.  Now, though, when he pulled back, he stayed in her.  He grunted and humped, his dick easily fitting inside her swollen pussy, wrapped like a glove, shuddering spasms pulsing down his shaft to his spine.  ``You're... you're the best...'' he whined, though whether it was to Anput or Bastia, neither could tell.  He grew now, filling out inside his sister's hooded vulva, stretching her apart like a spreader bar.

The young girl couldn't imagine why Mrs. Jones would tell the kids not to do this.  She'd been reluctant at first, but mating was unlike anything the three-year-old had tried, even bacon.  She trembled, legs wobbling, as her beloved brother pushed in and out, his shaft swimming back and forth in an electrifying flood of wet tension.  She couldn't wait to tell Alyssa about this!  It's too bad her mother had made it clear that Anput couldn't try this with any of her less-than-special classmates, but at least she had Wep.  Oh - Wep could show Alyssa what they'd learned!  The girl grunted and groaned, straining against his growing tie, oblivious of the camera recording her every squeal.  ``Wep!  Wep, please!'' she begged, though she had no idea what for.

Bastia returned to the edge of the bed, encouraging Anput back into her lap.  It was easy enough to climb up, what with Wep shoving her forward three times a second.  She shivered and moaned in her mother's tight embrace, hands petting her head and neck.

``Nnngh, sis... I-I feel...''

``That's it, Wepwawet, let yourself go.  Don't hold back,'' Bastia panted.  With Anput tucked next to her bosom, Wep's grunting muzzle was just another foot away.  He should be old enough to breed her.  Leaning forward, she whispered in his ear.  ``Give her your offering!''

He cackled like a jackal, which of course, he mostly was.  His whole body tensed up as he tried to hump, only for his engorged knot to pin him to his sister, hilted balls deep.  Stuck together, young, tight, and fertile, Wep lost it.  A full tie was just what their mother wanted.  She watched in amazement as Wep's untried balls churned, and Wepwawet spent himself in his sister, splurting her pristine, holy virgin insides.  Bastia shivered, watching first Wep and then Anput cum, bodies hot and sticky and shaking.  The incest wasn't a coincidence - it was the point.  If everything worked correctly, the girl's pups would be all but identical to the twins, their lineage even closer to the Anubian ideal.

Anput clenched and shuddered around her brother, her eyes rolling to the back of her slender, black muzzle.  Her extra long ears, almost like a fennec, laid flat against the back of her neck as she experienced her first orgasm, years before she was supposed to be even thinking about sex.  She clung to his cock like a tight-fitting glove, massaging his shaft as if to draw every last drop of Anubian seed into her sacred womb.  She felt the weight growing in her belly, unaware that soon she would be even heavier.

``Praise Anubis, kids!  Prepare ye his way into the world!  May he judge our souls to be light!''

The whole moment was so intense for the twins that they were open to anything.  The rhythm and meaning behind their mother's words enfolded them, encouraging their belief.  ``Amun!'' Anput gasped in prayer, and Wep followed, their copulation the first time he'd truly enjoyed prayer.  At three, he hadn't made his mind up about church, but that was changing quick as his innermost sense of self shuddered in climax.

Wep needed no instruction to tell him to turn around, nestling his knot with her in the traditional pose.  He could barely keep his feet, swooning like he was lighter than air, dumping his nuts literally a religious experience for him.  What better way to worship his sister, a priestess-in-training?  Why did they bow against the ground?  All prayer should involve mating.

``For the favor of Anubis,'' Bastia exclaimed, leaving her daughter's quivering orgasm to show the complete, sealed tie to the camera, proof of who had bred the little girl.  Not a drop was lost, not until the tie was done, both kids separating and blushing madly.

``Can we pray again!?'' Wep asked.

Anput nuzzled her brother.  ``Can we?''

``Give it a little time, kids,'' Bastia laughed.  ``But I promise, Anubis would like nothing more.''

* * * * *

Anput only got to see two more weeks of school before she was pulled out for ``homeschooling,'' and even though she wanted to show Alyssa what she'd learned, she kept it a secret like Mom said.  While Wep was running around, playing with his peers, learning to read, and having stories read to him, Anput stayed at home, learning all the ins and outs of becoming an expectant mother.

Bastia helped her learn what she could and couldn't eat, how to deal with morning sickness, bloating, what prayers would bless her coming litter the best, and what would be expected of her when she finally gave birth.  She swelled up wide, the church doctor finding four little four-leggers inside of her.  The only place she went was church, and the whole congregation watched her progression with reverence.  Her job was to lie in repose on the altar while the preacher spoke, while Wep prayed in the comfortable seats.  Four-leggers was a blessed sign, but only time would tell if they were free from markings - pure, short, black fur.

She missed her friends, and spending time with Mom only went so far when it involved learning about all the inconveniences she was or would soon incur.  When Wep returned home bubbling about his school day, Anput could only nod and smile.  She had nothing new to add.  And she didn't like the way the other Cynads looked at her in church.  They never spoke to Anput, just about her bulging belly.  She couldn't wait for the pregnancy to be over so that she could go back to school.

Wep couldn't have been happier.  Bastia praised him greatly for breaching Anput's sacred chamber, and the other Cynads all cheered him on.  His mother said if everything went right, he'd be in high demand among the other members.  But the best thing that happened was with Alyssa.  Sure, he couldn't explain to his friend why Anput had to be homeschooled now, but he did tell the young husky that Mrs. Jones wasn't telling the whole truth about sex - about how it felt.  While the rest of the kids were at recess, he'd sneaked off with Alyssa to show her certain prayers just shy of mating that had none of the consequences their teacher had warned of.  He didn't think it would take many more traded tongue jobs before the young husky threw caution to the wind.  He just hoped she'd be in heat when it finally happened.

When Mrs. Jones finally called CPS, the family followed Cynopolist recommendations, showing the fake curriculum the girl was supposedly following.  And she was far too sick with a cold to leave her covers.  No need for a social worker to see the three-year-old's fat, swollen belly, complete with engorged teats to welcome the next miracles to the world.

The day finally arrived, and when her contractions started in the evening, the whole church was called for a special service.  Once again, Anput found herself on the altar, this time in a gold-adorned whelping bed.  ``I-I'm scared,'' she told her Dad, while the congregation arrived.

``Everything will be okay, baby,'' he said, patting her head.  ``No matter what happens, you've been really brave and your litter will be a joyful addition to our family.  Your mother and I won't think any less of you if they aren't perfect.''

``Osshua, don't put those thoughts in her head,'' Bastia retorted, putting the required make-up on her daughter.  ``Nothing will go wrong.  God will ensure it!''

The pews were lined with people, forty members of the obscure religion having moved specifically to this town to host a temple.  They watched and cheered and swayed, fingering themselves as they knelt in proper prayer.  The few ferals among them, including Wep with Bastia, had another person help work them over, until the whole crowd was crying out in sexual excitement and joy, all the better to welcome in the new litter.

They came thirty minutes apart... each one quickly inspected by the High Priest.  He lifted them into the air for their anointing.  No blemishes!  The crowd cheered.  No blemishes!  More excitement.  No blemishes!

What Anput couldn't understand was why Dad looked so disappointed.  Everyone else was writhing in exultant prayer, but Osshua had a forced smile on his face as one, two, three...four perfect feral jackals were born, all pure black with closed eyes.  And the camera recorded it all.  This congregation and the entire world of Cynopolism would see the young girl giving birth.

He patted Anput on the head and praised her as a good girl, but she still looked confused at the sadness in his eyes.  ``You're a sacred vessel, Anput!'' Bastia proclaimed, her tail wagging.  ``Anubis himself has blessed our lineage so that you will produce the next generation of perfect avatars.''

Osshua couldn't tell his adopted daughter outright, but she finally understood, her ears flattening and her tail between her legs, four perfect puppies teething at her nipples.

She wasn't going back to school.  Not now.

Not ever.

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