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Had an idea and rolled with it, but it's pretty much a rushed first concept so its subject to change if I get a better idea. This came off a little more serious and edgy than I really wanted, but some more serious stuff never hurts in my opinion.", "writing": "//Trying to rough out a history for the sergal twins, since I realized I never even named them.\n\nEarly Days \n\nThe teenage sergal stepped off the bus, golden fur ruffling in the slight breeze. He made his way down alleys and brick walls, until a metal trapdoor was the only object at the end of a street. On its surface was various junction labels, the entrance to a maintenance section for the city's mechanical veins.\n\nHe unlocked the padlock and set it up so it would close again when he closed the door, knowing of other ways to exit. He was only thirteen, and already on his own, parents not part of the picture of his life anymore, roaming the streets and working odd jobs to get scraps of food. \n\nHe technically had foster parents, but he only stayed at their place on weekends, mainly just to make sure people knew he was alive and was still a legal citizen. Besides, legality and its systems were things he teetered the edges of, living with a person that supposedly died in the fire with his parents.\n\nHe padded down the dank tunnel, dim lights and pipes overhead, reaching an alcove set against a dripping water pipe, collecting into a cup. There was a stained mattress on the floor, and a few extra lights attached to extension cords webbing out to the main hallways to leech their power.\n\nThere were some chalk drawing on the concrete wall, an attempt at a unicorn, a car, a golden sergal, and a burning house. That one was was smudged and scratched off a bit, fading with time. On the mattress lay the artist, another sergal, sporting the same sandy fur under a scrappy dress, a female. She too, was thirteen, sharing the same birthday as the boy who now stood over her.\n\nHe knelt down and clicked a few lights on, holiday colors and other mis-matched tones, being all they could find. The girl blinked, shuffling out of slumber, her eyes blinking until she saw him. He was setting a backpack down, unzipping it when she crashed into him, sending him to the floor as she happily squealed and hugged him.\n\nThe boy simply waited for her to stop, face unmoving as she rubbed her snout to his. She smiled to him, \"Kelt! You're back! I missed you so much.''\n\nThe male twin sighed. \"You need to call me master.''\n\nThe sister blinked a bit, spirits dampening a touch. \"Oh, right, sorry master. I was just... excited.''\n\nHis stoic eyes met hers. \"I know.'' He got off the floor once she also got off him, standing in her little alcove. Her ears perked in remembrance, quickly yanking her disheveled clothes off, baring her young body to him. She wasn't allowed clothes in his presence. This rule was established when he brought her here a year ago, hid her here, locked her here. \n\nShe was no longer shy and upset with the prospect, now even sitting down to give him a better view. Her breasts weren't fully developed yet, so his focus was always lower, thus she gave him what he wanted. He now equally disrobed out of his nicer, but not clean, hoodie and ripped cargo pants.\n\nTheir fur was thick enough that they were never in danger from the elements, but the brother made sure to not provide a blanket to his sister for the nights. He would be her warmth, and thus she would miss him more on weekends. He moved to sit with her on the shoddy mattress, dragging the backpack over with him. But before that, he did their daily routine.\n\nHe stood to his knees and pointed to his balls, silently commanding. His sister obeyed after giving him a glance, settling to all fours and crawling over to place her snout against his fuzzy orbs. They were a decent size for someone supposedly before puberty, but that wasn't important. What was, was making sure she knew her place.\n\nHe grabbed his sack and draped it over her muzzle, then let his weight drop atop her head a bit, making sure she was pressed to his groin. \"Who am I?'' He asked in his typical cold tone.\n\n\"Master.'' Then as usual she took a deep whiff. \"Brother.'' Another inhale. \"Kelt Mazarin.''\n\nHe lifted off her face, with her staying still. The boy then turned around, raising his tail and pushing his asshole onto her snout, nose pressed to his rim. \"Who are you?''\n\n\"Fucktoy.'' A long sniff. \"Sister.'' Another. \"Tekla Mazarin.''\n\nHe nodded, unseen by her, then moved his ass away, tuning around and taking a more casual position. She did the same, sitting next to him and pressing shoulders together with a wide smile. Kelt picked up his bag, placing it in his lap and began taking out the contents.\n\nPackages of snacks and food, a few boxes of apple juice, all tracked by the sister's expectant eyes as he set them between them. He seemed to grab another item, but paused. He looked to her, \"I was able to get your favorite today.'' The brother pulled out a can of peaches, then a canned soup. A five star meal to the girl, being trapped down here made Kelt her only food source and he usually wasn't able to get much roaming the streets.\n\nHe would always make sure she was nourished, even taking hits to his own hunger to make sure she was alright, but he was working on a way to provide for her better. He smiled a touch at the look of glee sweep over the teen sergal's features, tail wagging as she dug in. A few items were placed aside for later, but most were consumed on the spot.\n\nOnce done, Tekla sat against her brother, him now holding her close. They sat for awhile, any time spent together worthwhile. He turned to her eventually, \"Ready for your training?''\n\nThe sister sighed, knowing this was coming. She didn't find much joy in him teaching her how to be his toilet, but it gave her more to eat and drink at least. She tried not to frown and nodded with a quiet sigh, more unhappy to stop leaning on him, feeling him. But she had to do it, so she sat back and laid down, staring up at their rag-tag string lights. \n\nSuddenly her sibling's butt was over her face, hovering above threateningly. \"Open wide.'' Kelt said in his usual tone.\n\nThe sister did, parting her angled snout and moving to put her mouth under his exposed hole. She saw his rim pulse a bit, dangerously close to her face. She squinted an eye closed as the tailhole above began widening, stretching around a mass of brown as a soft crackling nose was heard.\n\nIt began extruding from his anus slowly, giving her far too much time to see the impending trials. Suddenly the anticipation was over, a few pieces had broken free and dropped into her gaping maw, instantly searing her tastebuds. She had to struggle to keep her jaws open as a few more chunks rained down, until suddenly the entire log was pushed free and slapped into her mouth, splattering her facial fur a bit.\n\nIt had landed perfectly in the back of her mouth, hitting her throat barrier, and making her gag with a loud `ack!'. Tekla's eyes went wide and she lurched forward, lifting her head in a natural response to spit out. Suddenly her brother's articulated footpaw was planted on her face, finger-toes curling around her skull and palm-pad held to her lips. \n\nIt not only kept her from moving more, but also prevented her from dislodging the shit protruding from her lips, sending it deeper even. She gave a whimpering `mmmh!' as it was ground against her tongue, bringing new revulsion to her.\n\nHis voice came from above her, the usual steel present even in his early teens. \"Lie back down.''\n\nThere was a disdainful pause as the flavor seeped into her senses, another lowly `mmhhg' coming from her as the feces audibly squished deeper past her lips. She looked up to his asshole with pathetic eyes, but gradually began to set her head back down onto the mattress.\n\nWhen the sister was resting fully on the padding once more, Kelt took his paw off her face, his shit now fully inside her maw. \"Now swallow.'' There were some faint chewing noises echoing around the small space, sounding wet and sloppy, a quiet sad whine coming from the young girl.\n\nA sickening gulp followed, a drawn out `errgh' coming from Tekla as she choked the foulness down, streaks of runny sludge dripping down the corners of her mouth. The entire process restarted again, with the sister opening her jaws and waiting for another deposit before eating it, less encouragement needed from her brother on these times.\n\nEvery loud plop was followed by sick swallows, and groans of disgust. But she did her duty, and knew more things to eat were better in the long run, even if her food was lovingly pre-digested by her brother. Just as his last few bits of shit came down to her face, she actually smiled, finishing her meal with gusto. After all, he did get her favorites earlier, she should be thanking him by being the best toilet a brother could ask for.\n\nSo when he stood, turning to face her revulsed yet happy face, her chest heaving as bits settled and made their way down, the flavor lingering terribly, he also smiled. A rare thing nowadays. It made her happy to see. She cleared her throat, \"It... it tastes so bad.''\n\nHis response was known by both before he said it, but Tekla just wanted to talk to him. She had nobody to talk to when locked down here alone, so she only wanted to hear more of his voice. \"You need to eat.'' Was his matter of fact response. \"Would you like some piss to wash it down?''\n\nThe sister sighed to the ceiling. No, she didn't, she'd rather had the cup of water or apple juice beside her. But she knew he wanted her to do it, knew that it would make him happy. \"Okay.'' She spoke quietly. Before long her lips were pursed and held to his tip, watery noises coming as her cheeks ballooned out.\n\nHe stroked her hair as a hearty gulp came and sent her cheeks back to normal. He whispered tender encouragement to her, \"Big swallows, wait for your mouth to fill first, avoid getting air in your throat. Breathe inbetween, quick and shallow.''\n\nA small nod was given, not wanting to move her head too much as she gulped again, the searing urine pooling around the still warm logs in her stomach. Though the boy was still young, so was his sister, consuming his waste was still tough endeavors to the girl, but she was determined to meet his requirements of a good fucktoy and toilet.\n\nA few heavy chugs later, she popped her lips off his pale point, a drip of yellow following as she sucked in some air. He ruffled her head a bit, then continued as usual. \"Lay down and spread your legs, I'm going to use you for awhile.''\n\nShe tried to ignore lingering flavors. \"O-Okay.'' With a little huff, Tekla lay back down and moved her knees apart, baring her covered slit. Her long prehensile clitoral hood lifted off, uncovering her young depths as she smiled up to him. Kelt didn't smile back as he laid himself atop her, head off to side and looking to wall instead of his sister's face.\n\nShe stared at him just as adoringly though, for she knew him, knew what he had done for her. He may not express it, but he loved her. While he had taken many things from her, made her do things she hated, made her be something she couldn't understand yet, she wouldn't be happy without him.\n\nTekla gasped a bit as his length suddenly slid into her, only a little wetness to guide him deeper. But it was enough, not too much pain coming from tonight. He wasn't big, not yet, still a teenager, but the ratio was still the same from them being twins. She felt him spread her, push against her depths.\n\nOdd tingles and shocks filled her, a heat coursing up from her vent as he began thrusting into her quickly. He raised his hips from her own, then let them drop back down onto her, letting gravity propel him into her with a natural force. He would fuck her for hours, his lack of full semen production actually granting near-unlimited stamina, as he never felt truly satisfied. \n\nHis sister though, was different. Forty five minutes into him quietly using her hole, she moaned and lifted her limbs from their laid spots, clinging to him as she quivered and came. She knew she shouldn't have, but her body's feelings couldn't be ignored any longer. Suddenly the brother's head was back up, looking down at her disappointedly.\n\nHe grasped her embracing arms and separated them from his body, forcing them to lay back at her sides, twitching and tensing. \"No moving, fucktoys don't move on their own.'' She was about to nod before he continued, \"Did you cum?'' \n\nHe was still humping her, throwing sensations into her mind. She nodded, \"Y-Yes ...master.''\n\nKelt scowled. He reached over and grabbed the taser by the mattress. \"Bad girl.'' Suddenly one of her nipples was between the two prongs, and she incoherently screamed as her body was coursed with lightning on such a sensitive spot. The brother thrust faster, enjoying the way her walls convulsed around him like her body was doing under him, pleasured by the faint buzz he felt within her now.\n\nThe shock was gone, leaving only lingering static, the brother looking expectantly at the girl while he fucked her. She gasped a bit, recovering her senses, \"S-Sorry master!'' She then went more limp than usual, from both trying to be a good fucktoy and as a result of the tasing. Her form wobbled as his hips dropped over hers now, her breathing rapid while his was calm and rhythmic like his thrusts.\n\nOf course after another hour and a half of his methodical usage of her pussy, she came again. This time the taser went to her clit. She didn't come for the rest of the two hours he used before he pulled out. He would then lay beside her and hold her close to him, snuggling with her as they settled into sleep. Her thighs and groin were soaked messes, and resulted in the mattress being equally wet, but she was used to laying in the remnants of her usage.\n\n//2\n\nThe fourteen year old sergal sister woke up in his arms like usual, but she was awoken by throbbing discomfort. A painful feeling under her tail that kept slamming into her mind. As she processed reality, she understood that her brother was pounding into her asshole from their spooning position.\n\nTekla could tell he didn't use lube, her passage feeling fiery and burned, knowing her rim was puffy and sore. She gasped as she fully awoke and felt the pain, her brother's arms holding her tighter to stop her from squirming so much as he fucked her. A calm \"Good morning,'' came from him, his head beside hers and talking right into her long pointed ears.\n\nShe just whimpered as he shoved himself inside her anus harshly, her swollen hole kissing his sheath. He continued, \"I'm cutting off your clit hood today.''\n\nShe blinked, opening her mouth to say some kind of protest, but his own words stopped hers. \"That's why I'm in your ass. It kept you covered while you slept, so I had to use your other hole. I will not be denied your body in any way.''\n\nShe started breathing faster as emotions filled her, \"But- but I always move it aside for you...''\n\nHe grunted as she yipped, a small climax filling her backside with a few small spurts of teenage seed. He resumed thrusting afterwards. \"Only when you're conscious though. I wanted to use you while you slept, and while I am happy to use your asshole, I will not tolerate a limiting of options.''\n\nThe sister closed her eyes before they could start watering. \"O-Okay master.''\n\nThey were sitting on the mattress, his back against the wall as Tekla sat in his lap, back to his chest. His arms wrapped around her, roaming, feeling, caressing the coming bulges of her breasts. A bandaid and a few other homemade bandages now cover her slit's topmost part, a patch of red bleeding through, nothing covering her folds and recesses anymore.\n\nShe was breathing heavy, only not hyperventilating due to being in his arms. His cock up her ass also gave her other things to focus on. \"Does it hurt?'' The brother asked, stoic and cold as usual, but she heard the concern. Of course it hurt. They had no anesthetic and only an old razor blade. He made sure she wouldn't get tetanus or an infection, but he did nothing for comfort.\n\nShe just nodded into his chin sadly, knees shivering. He cupped a tit and pinched her nipple, \"Here, let me help.'' He picked up the bottle of beer he was drinking, finishing it and flipping it around to hold it by the stem, flat bottom facing up. His other hand went under Tekla's ass, lifting her off his cock.\n\nHe moved the bottle bottom to press up to her used hole, but still meeting resistance due to the sheer size. Her eyes widened, \"Master, what-\" A yelp was her next noise as Kelt forced the thick glass past her rim, shoving it in deep far too fast. The sister tensed with pain as she grit her teeth, fighting back more screams. Once all the thick parts of the bottle was inside, only the thin nozzle part protruding from her hole, did he set her back onto his lap for him to continue holding her.\n\nThrough her heavy breathing and hurtful twitches, \"W-Why... it hurts so much.''\n\nSuddenly his face was rubbing into hers. \"But your cunt hurts less now doesn't it?'' In a twisted sense, he was right. There was simply more pain in other areas of her body, her missing genitalia no longer the forefront of her mind. She didn't answer, still processing the object lodged under her tail.\n\nThe brother took her silence as a no. \"Hmm. Not enough? Here-\" He reached over and grabbed the sister's sewing kit, used to keep their clothes in one piece. He took the pincushion of needles in his hands and took one of the slender points. She held her breath as she watched him bring the metal tip to her nipple, right to it's center.\n\nThen he pushed it in, piercing her young breast and sinking deeper, as if her nipple was a hole. She squirmed and whined as it went farther, bringing new stings and sensations that hurt her. Then it was in, a thin drop of red trailing down her white and gold fur. Heavy anxious breaths wracked her as she sat against him, watching him take another needle and line it up with her other nipple.\n\nThere were seven needles in her developing breasts that day, and when that wasn't enough to take away her slit's pain, he bent her over his knee and spanked the hell out of her. By the time they were settling in to sleep, she was weeping openly from what she endured.\n\nKelt snuggled up behind her red stinging cheeks, arms around her middle, feeling the points of needles in her chest, the bottle still in her ass and poking him. But as she felt him hold her to his form, she realized the spot over her vent no longer bothered her. He took her pain away.\n\nShe felt his ever methodical breathing in her ear, something that put her at peace despite the agony coursing through her. \"I love you.''\n\nA quiet, \"I know,'' was all that was said for the rest of the night. He grabbed the stem of the bottle coming from her tailhole and ripped it out of her, shoving it back in immediately to painfully fuck her with it as she screamed. It would shatter eventually, and the shards would stay inside overnight.\n\n//3\n\n\"Master... I'm supposed to be in heat this week. But I'm not feeling it.'' Tekla said, now fifteen and laying with her ass in the air as her brother rammed into it. He was growing fast, bringing new shivers of delight to her when being used. His smacks of his balls to her groin slowed.\n\n\"Are you saying you're pregnant?'' He asked casually.\n\nShe nodded what little she could with her head smushed into the dirty mattress. \"Those books you got say that it's probably pregnancy.''\n\nKelt kept fucking her, \"You started ovulating late last year. It would be no surprise if I impregnated you by now.'' His tone was foreboding, even more cold than usual to the girl. He wasn't saying anything, but he was feeling things.\n\nShe moaned as his tip scraped that spot deep inside her, but her face was somber. She knew the topic was heavy, even for the boy she called master. \"W-What now?''\n\nThat is not something that the brother answered, keeping quiet as he thrust into her. In this moment, he was no longer fucking his sister, his fucktoy. He was thinking, reflecting, preparing to make a choice. A choice he had made before, and had hurt him. Despite media and distant family accusing him of being the person behind the blaze that claimed most of his family, he was just another victim.\n\nThere were many things that happened that night, with many choices made by the young sergal that would shape him, make him dread this upcoming choice in ways he couldn't imagine. \n\nHe smelled the smoke, not asleep at one in the morning because he was jacking off of all things. When he got up to investigate, he saw the fire. Small, but growing. He rushed to his parent's room, finding his mother alone in the bed. He shook her, tried to make her wake up. She was breathing, sleeping, but did not stir. He tried to move her, but dragging her through the house was not something he could do.\n\nThe first choice was made. He went to get his sister, make sure she was okay and to get her to help him move his mother, while also maybe finding their father. He was there when they all went to bed. He went to her room to find her bed empty. So he searched elsewhere, now looking for dad as well.\n\nHe found him, in the garage, loading up the car. He saw his sister's sleeping form in the backseat, white dribbling from between her naked legs. The second choice was made, conclusions reached. It took him sixteen minutes to kill his father. The man was foolish enough to pull this stunt while drunk, and was unfortunate in that he stored his axe in the garage.\n\nThe fight ended in the kitchen, with the boy standing there as he caught his breath and took in his surroundings. As he saw the fire rage on, he noticed the sleeping pills on the counter where the father made dinner, then the pile of smashed phones. Despite it being a choice he wanted, he knew his mother was out of the question. \n\nGetting her would claim both their lives with the rate the fire was spreading. So the third choice came to light, a decision that haunts him. His sister, still in the car in a crumbling garage that would turn the vehicle into an oven. Or his baby brother, in his crib on the second floor.\n\nHe heard the wailing, the crying, the cracking timbers. His brother was important to him, routinely made him smile more than anyone. Yet his sister was dear to him in ways he couldn't process. She had more use to the boy's decaying mind, thoughts looming from seeing her in the car. Looking to the mangled body of his father, he blinked. His frightened eyes turned cold and determined, to which they remain to this day. Then he turned to the hall leading to the garage.\n\nHe never did like kids.\n\nNow he was a father. One that couldn't afford a child, a mouth to feed, a life to guard. A risk of his toy being found. As he came again into her womb, he would make sure such choices would never hurt him again. In order for that to happen, he had to be numb to them, repeat them. To make the same choice over and over until the result was meaningless, not even worthy of a hesitant blink.\n\nHe brought a coat hanger with him the next day, ready for when the time came. Tekla had been told of his reasoning. She understood it. Already thankful for what he did, willing to go to any stretch for him. After all, he chose her to be his only partner. His only family. His only love. So she gave him her everything in return.\n\n//4\n\nThe seventeen year old sergal teen shoved the stun baton into his sister's asshole, quickly flipping the switch. She convulsed and writhed with silent agony, twitches coursing through her. He killed the power, then gave her a moment to breath before doing it again.\n\n\"What have I told you? You don't cum from me using your cunt. It is only there to breed. If you want to cum, you beg me to use your asshole or throat.''\n\nHe turned off the power again, dropping her hips back onto his length, sheathing his ever upsizing cock into her folds, no long hood on her vent. He was sat with his back to the wall, with his sister in his lap, but facing him, her knees on either side of his thighs. She slumped against him, faintly quivering from the residual static and the rough penetration. \n\nAs he tightly gripped her filling out butt, he thrust up into her gushing slit, mind trained to derive pleasure from such harsh acts. Now he had to train her to forget about her pussy as something pleasurable. \"Your asshole is just that, a hole. A hole for me to use, and for you to enjoy its usage. But your cunt has a singular purpose, your womb. It is there only to be bred, not used for your own pleasure.''\n\nHer form was limp against his chest, her increasingly nice tits smushing to him on each of her heavy breaths as she tried to re-focus her eyes. Everything was a lovely whirlwind for her, the pleasure, the pain, the `love' he gave her. It was all she knew, and she got so much from it.\n\nIt would take time, but he would get her there. She shivered against him, \"S-Sorry master, please focus on impregnating me. I'm not worth talking to unless I've been bred.'' He always got her to where he wanted her to be. First his toy, then his toilet, next his breeder. She let herself be molded to his will, one anal tasing at a time. She bit her tongue to dampen the pleasure that suddenly rocked through her as he began roughly jackhammering into her cervix, making her so close to losing herself again.\n\nShe knew he was testing her, and she would prove that she had control over her body, much like he did. She fought back with all she could, squirming, leaking a river of clear fluid, making her mouth bleed. It was impressive that she held out for another hour of his unknowable stamina, but it was always a losing battle.\n\nShe made a cute squeaking noise as her passage clamped onto him and she squirted over his belly, shuddering with climax. He lifted her off him, breaking their bodies connection as he flipped the switch, sending her into more violent motions as she screamed. She lost control of her bladder with the voltage coursing through her guts, draining onto his fur, staining his white underbelly to a similar color of his sandy primary.\n\nHe didn't bat an eye, just kept counting. She'd give him a tongue bath later. His asshole got cleaned out every night now, not too much trouble to add his body too. The click of the stun rod came again, the sister's electrical charged tenseness faded, dropping her to a pile over him again. He resumed his assault on her womb immediately. \n\nAfter more hours of fucking, with one for rest, they lay on the mattress together. She was gently sucking him, already having cleaned his asshole, sheath, and now pelt from her previous accident. He stroked her head tenderly as he spoke. \"My foster parents are giving me an internship at their company. They don't like me, but they hate me in the best ways. No insults, no abuse, just opening doors. The sooner I'm capable of living on my own, the sooner I'm out of their life. I like them.''\n\nThe sister gave a muffled hum as he shoved her head down, his tip protruding from her neck as she suddenly gagged. He let her up after a moment, finally getting around to breaking her gag-reflex. He was long enough to really choke her now. \"It's a medical company. Seems interesting. I know my way around a body, so I look forward to more knowledge of them. Maybe I can use my practice to make something of my life. Make my own company.''\n\nHe hilted to her face again. \"But either way, things are looking good. With an internship like that, a decent paid job is already possible. I promise you, one day we will leave this place. Get a house. Our own little piece of the world, just for us.'' She did that heaving thing when she was out of air, and trying to suck more down around his cock. He lifted her off, spit and tears smearing on her face as she gasped and coughed.\n\nHe smiled to her. Something he rarely did, but was doing more of since his hands grew more swift at ending new life. \"You will be able to see the sun, the grass. And still nobody will ever know you're alive, nobody will be able to take you from me. I will have you and everything you birth all to myself.'' \n\nAs her lungs refilled, her heart fluttered. \"I-'' she had to cough up some spit and pre, \"I'm yours master. Forever.''\n\nHer lips were kissing his sheath again as her neck bulged out. \"I know.''\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "//Trying to rough out a history for the sergal twins, since I realized I never even named them.

Early Days

The teenage sergal stepped off the bus, golden fur ruffling in the slight breeze. He made his way down alleys and brick walls, until a metal trapdoor was the only object at the end of a street. On its surface was various junction labels, the entrance to a maintenance section for the city's mechanical veins.

He unlocked the padlock and set it up so it would close again when he closed the door, knowing of other ways to exit. He was only thirteen, and already on his own, parents not part of the picture of his life anymore, roaming the streets and working odd jobs to get scraps of food.

He technically had foster parents, but he only stayed at their place on weekends, mainly just to make sure people knew he was alive and was still a legal citizen. Besides, legality and its systems were things he teetered the edges of, living with a person that supposedly died in the fire with his parents.

He padded down the dank tunnel, dim lights and pipes overhead, reaching an alcove set against a dripping water pipe, collecting into a cup. There was a stained mattress on the floor, and a few extra lights attached to extension cords webbing out to the main hallways to leech their power.

There were some chalk drawing on the concrete wall, an attempt at a unicorn, a car, a golden sergal, and a burning house. That one was was smudged and scratched off a bit, fading with time. On the mattress lay the artist, another sergal, sporting the same sandy fur under a scrappy dress, a female. She too, was thirteen, sharing the same birthday as the boy who now stood over her.

He knelt down and clicked a few lights on, holiday colors and other mis-matched tones, being all they could find. The girl blinked, shuffling out of slumber, her eyes blinking until she saw him. He was setting a backpack down, unzipping it when she crashed into him, sending him to the floor as she happily squealed and hugged him.

The boy simply waited for her to stop, face unmoving as she rubbed her snout to his. She smiled to him, "Kelt! You're back! I missed you so much.''

The male twin sighed. "You need to call me master.''

The sister blinked a bit, spirits dampening a touch. "Oh, right, sorry master. I was just... excited.''

His stoic eyes met hers. "I know.'' He got off the floor once she also got off him, standing in her little alcove. Her ears perked in remembrance, quickly yanking her disheveled clothes off, baring her young body to him. She wasn't allowed clothes in his presence. This rule was established when he brought her here a year ago, hid her here, locked her here.

She was no longer shy and upset with the prospect, now even sitting down to give him a better view. Her breasts weren't fully developed yet, so his focus was always lower, thus she gave him what he wanted. He now equally disrobed out of his nicer, but not clean, hoodie and ripped cargo pants.

Their fur was thick enough that they were never in danger from the elements, but the brother made sure to not provide a blanket to his sister for the nights. He would be her warmth, and thus she would miss him more on weekends. He moved to sit with her on the shoddy mattress, dragging the backpack over with him. But before that, he did their daily routine.

He stood to his knees and pointed to his balls, silently commanding. His sister obeyed after giving him a glance, settling to all fours and crawling over to place her snout against his fuzzy orbs. They were a decent size for someone supposedly before puberty, but that wasn't important. What was, was making sure she knew her place.

He grabbed his sack and draped it over her muzzle, then let his weight drop atop her head a bit, making sure she was pressed to his groin. "Who am I?'' He asked in his typical cold tone.

"Master.'' Then as usual she took a deep whiff. "Brother.'' Another inhale. "Kelt Mazarin.''

He lifted off her face, with her staying still. The boy then turned around, raising his tail and pushing his asshole onto her snout, nose pressed to his rim. "Who are you?''

"Fucktoy.'' A long sniff. "Sister.'' Another. "Tekla Mazarin.''

He nodded, unseen by her, then moved his ass away, tuning around and taking a more casual position. She did the same, sitting next to him and pressing shoulders together with a wide smile. Kelt picked up his bag, placing it in his lap and began taking out the contents.

Packages of snacks and food, a few boxes of apple juice, all tracked by the sister's expectant eyes as he set them between them. He seemed to grab another item, but paused. He looked to her, "I was able to get your favorite today.'' The brother pulled out a can of peaches, then a canned soup. A five star meal to the girl, being trapped down here made Kelt her only food source and he usually wasn't able to get much roaming the streets.

He would always make sure she was nourished, even taking hits to his own hunger to make sure she was alright, but he was working on a way to provide for her better. He smiled a touch at the look of glee sweep over the teen sergal's features, tail wagging as she dug in. A few items were placed aside for later, but most were consumed on the spot.

Once done, Tekla sat against her brother, him now holding her close. They sat for awhile, any time spent together worthwhile. He turned to her eventually, "Ready for your training?''

The sister sighed, knowing this was coming. She didn't find much joy in him teaching her how to be his toilet, but it gave her more to eat and drink at least. She tried not to frown and nodded with a quiet sigh, more unhappy to stop leaning on him, feeling him. But she had to do it, so she sat back and laid down, staring up at their rag-tag string lights.

Suddenly her sibling's butt was over her face, hovering above threateningly. "Open wide.'' Kelt said in his usual tone.

The sister did, parting her angled snout and moving to put her mouth under his exposed hole. She saw his rim pulse a bit, dangerously close to her face. She squinted an eye closed as the tailhole above began widening, stretching around a mass of brown as a soft crackling nose was heard.

It began extruding from his anus slowly, giving her far too much time to see the impending trials. Suddenly the anticipation was over, a few pieces had broken free and dropped into her gaping maw, instantly searing her tastebuds. She had to struggle to keep her jaws open as a few more chunks rained down, until suddenly the entire log was pushed free and slapped into her mouth, splattering her facial fur a bit.

It had landed perfectly in the back of her mouth, hitting her throat barrier, and making her gag with a loud `ack!'. Tekla's eyes went wide and she lurched forward, lifting her head in a natural response to spit out. Suddenly her brother's articulated footpaw was planted on her face, finger-toes curling around her skull and palm-pad held to her lips.

It not only kept her from moving more, but also prevented her from dislodging the shit protruding from her lips, sending it deeper even. She gave a whimpering `mmmh!' as it was ground against her tongue, bringing new revulsion to her.

His voice came from above her, the usual steel present even in his early teens. "Lie back down.''

There was a disdainful pause as the flavor seeped into her senses, another lowly `mmhhg' coming from her as the feces audibly squished deeper past her lips. She looked up to his asshole with pathetic eyes, but gradually began to set her head back down onto the mattress.

When the sister was resting fully on the padding once more, Kelt took his paw off her face, his shit now fully inside her maw. "Now swallow.'' There were some faint chewing noises echoing around the small space, sounding wet and sloppy, a quiet sad whine coming from the young girl.

A sickening gulp followed, a drawn out `errgh' coming from Tekla as she choked the foulness down, streaks of runny sludge dripping down the corners of her mouth. The entire process restarted again, with the sister opening her jaws and waiting for another deposit before eating it, less encouragement needed from her brother on these times.

Every loud plop was followed by sick swallows, and groans of disgust. But she did her duty, and knew more things to eat were better in the long run, even if her food was lovingly pre-digested by her brother. Just as his last few bits of shit came down to her face, she actually smiled, finishing her meal with gusto. After all, he did get her favorites earlier, she should be thanking him by being the best toilet a brother could ask for.

So when he stood, turning to face her revulsed yet happy face, her chest heaving as bits settled and made their way down, the flavor lingering terribly, he also smiled. A rare thing nowadays. It made her happy to see. She cleared her throat, "It... it tastes so bad.''

His response was known by both before he said it, but Tekla just wanted to talk to him. She had nobody to talk to when locked down here alone, so she only wanted to hear more of his voice. "You need to eat.'' Was his matter of fact response. "Would you like some piss to wash it down?''

The sister sighed to the ceiling. No, she didn't, she'd rather had the cup of water or apple juice beside her. But she knew he wanted her to do it, knew that it would make him happy. "Okay.'' She spoke quietly. Before long her lips were pursed and held to his tip, watery noises coming as her cheeks ballooned out.

He stroked her hair as a hearty gulp came and sent her cheeks back to normal. He whispered tender encouragement to her, "Big swallows, wait for your mouth to fill first, avoid getting air in your throat. Breathe inbetween, quick and shallow.''

A small nod was given, not wanting to move her head too much as she gulped again, the searing urine pooling around the still warm logs in her stomach. Though the boy was still young, so was his sister, consuming his waste was still tough endeavors to the girl, but she was determined to meet his requirements of a good fucktoy and toilet.

A few heavy chugs later, she popped her lips off his pale point, a drip of yellow following as she sucked in some air. He ruffled her head a bit, then continued as usual. "Lay down and spread your legs, I'm going to use you for awhile.''

She tried to ignore lingering flavors. "O-Okay.'' With a little huff, Tekla lay back down and moved her knees apart, baring her covered slit. Her long prehensile clitoral hood lifted off, uncovering her young depths as she smiled up to him. Kelt didn't smile back as he laid himself atop her, head off to side and looking to wall instead of his sister's face.

She stared at him just as adoringly though, for she knew him, knew what he had done for her. He may not express it, but he loved her. While he had taken many things from her, made her do things she hated, made her be something she couldn't understand yet, she wouldn't be happy without him.

Tekla gasped a bit as his length suddenly slid into her, only a little wetness to guide him deeper. But it was enough, not too much pain coming from tonight. He wasn't big, not yet, still a teenager, but the ratio was still the same from them being twins. She felt him spread her, push against her depths.

Odd tingles and shocks filled her, a heat coursing up from her vent as he began thrusting into her quickly. He raised his hips from her own, then let them drop back down onto her, letting gravity propel him into her with a natural force. He would fuck her for hours, his lack of full semen production actually granting near-unlimited stamina, as he never felt truly satisfied.

His sister though, was different. Forty five minutes into him quietly using her hole, she moaned and lifted her limbs from their laid spots, clinging to him as she quivered and came. She knew she shouldn't have, but her body's feelings couldn't be ignored any longer. Suddenly the brother's head was back up, looking down at her disappointedly.

He grasped her embracing arms and separated them from his body, forcing them to lay back at her sides, twitching and tensing. "No moving, fucktoys don't move on their own.'' She was about to nod before he continued, "Did you cum?''

He was still humping her, throwing sensations into her mind. She nodded, "Y-Yes ...master.''

Kelt scowled. He reached over and grabbed the taser by the mattress. "Bad girl.'' Suddenly one of her nipples was between the two prongs, and she incoherently screamed as her body was coursed with lightning on such a sensitive spot. The brother thrust faster, enjoying the way her walls convulsed around him like her body was doing under him, pleasured by the faint buzz he felt within her now.

The shock was gone, leaving only lingering static, the brother looking expectantly at the girl while he fucked her. She gasped a bit, recovering her senses, "S-Sorry master!'' She then went more limp than usual, from both trying to be a good fucktoy and as a result of the tasing. Her form wobbled as his hips dropped over hers now, her breathing rapid while his was calm and rhythmic like his thrusts.

Of course after another hour and a half of his methodical usage of her pussy, she came again. This time the taser went to her clit. She didn't come for the rest of the two hours he used before he pulled out. He would then lay beside her and hold her close to him, snuggling with her as they settled into sleep. Her thighs and groin were soaked messes, and resulted in the mattress being equally wet, but she was used to laying in the remnants of her usage.

//2

The fourteen year old sergal sister woke up in his arms like usual, but she was awoken by throbbing discomfort. A painful feeling under her tail that kept slamming into her mind. As she processed reality, she understood that her brother was pounding into her asshole from their spooning position.

Tekla could tell he didn't use lube, her passage feeling fiery and burned, knowing her rim was puffy and sore. She gasped as she fully awoke and felt the pain, her brother's arms holding her tighter to stop her from squirming so much as he fucked her. A calm "Good morning,'' came from him, his head beside hers and talking right into her long pointed ears.

She just whimpered as he shoved himself inside her anus harshly, her swollen hole kissing his sheath. He continued, "I'm cutting off your clit hood today.''

She blinked, opening her mouth to say some kind of protest, but his own words stopped hers. "That's why I'm in your ass. It kept you covered while you slept, so I had to use your other hole. I will not be denied your body in any way.''

She started breathing faster as emotions filled her, "But- but I always move it aside for you...''

He grunted as she yipped, a small climax filling her backside with a few small spurts of teenage seed. He resumed thrusting afterwards. "Only when you're conscious though. I wanted to use you while you slept, and while I am happy to use your asshole, I will not tolerate a limiting of options.''

The sister closed her eyes before they could start watering. "O-Okay master.''

They were sitting on the mattress, his back against the wall as Tekla sat in his lap, back to his chest. His arms wrapped around her, roaming, feeling, caressing the coming bulges of her breasts. A bandaid and a few other homemade bandages now cover her slit's topmost part, a patch of red bleeding through, nothing covering her folds and recesses anymore.

She was breathing heavy, only not hyperventilating due to being in his arms. His cock up her ass also gave her other things to focus on. "Does it hurt?'' The brother asked, stoic and cold as usual, but she heard the concern. Of course it hurt. They had no anesthetic and only an old razor blade. He made sure she wouldn't get tetanus or an infection, but he did nothing for comfort.

She just nodded into his chin sadly, knees shivering. He cupped a tit and pinched her nipple, "Here, let me help.'' He picked up the bottle of beer he was drinking, finishing it and flipping it around to hold it by the stem, flat bottom facing up. His other hand went under Tekla's ass, lifting her off his cock.

He moved the bottle bottom to press up to her used hole, but still meeting resistance due to the sheer size. Her eyes widened, "Master, what-" A yelp was her next noise as Kelt forced the thick glass past her rim, shoving it in deep far too fast. The sister tensed with pain as she grit her teeth, fighting back more screams. Once all the thick parts of the bottle was inside, only the thin nozzle part protruding from her hole, did he set her back onto his lap for him to continue holding her.

Through her heavy breathing and hurtful twitches, "W-Why... it hurts so much.''

Suddenly his face was rubbing into hers. "But your cunt hurts less now doesn't it?'' In a twisted sense, he was right. There was simply more pain in other areas of her body, her missing genitalia no longer the forefront of her mind. She didn't answer, still processing the object lodged under her tail.

The brother took her silence as a no. "Hmm. Not enough? Here-" He reached over and grabbed the sister's sewing kit, used to keep their clothes in one piece. He took the pincushion of needles in his hands and took one of the slender points. She held her breath as she watched him bring the metal tip to her nipple, right to it's center.

Then he pushed it in, piercing her young breast and sinking deeper, as if her nipple was a hole. She squirmed and whined as it went farther, bringing new stings and sensations that hurt her. Then it was in, a thin drop of red trailing down her white and gold fur. Heavy anxious breaths wracked her as she sat against him, watching him take another needle and line it up with her other nipple.

There were seven needles in her developing breasts that day, and when that wasn't enough to take away her slit's pain, he bent her over his knee and spanked the hell out of her. By the time they were settling in to sleep, she was weeping openly from what she endured.

Kelt snuggled up behind her red stinging cheeks, arms around her middle, feeling the points of needles in her chest, the bottle still in her ass and poking him. But as she felt him hold her to his form, she realized the spot over her vent no longer bothered her. He took her pain away.

She felt his ever methodical breathing in her ear, something that put her at peace despite the agony coursing through her. "I love you.''

A quiet, "I know,'' was all that was said for the rest of the night. He grabbed the stem of the bottle coming from her tailhole and ripped it out of her, shoving it back in immediately to painfully fuck her with it as she screamed. It would shatter eventually, and the shards would stay inside overnight.

//3

"Master... I'm supposed to be in heat this week. But I'm not feeling it.'' Tekla said, now fifteen and laying with her ass in the air as her brother rammed into it. He was growing fast, bringing new shivers of delight to her when being used. His smacks of his balls to her groin slowed.

"Are you saying you're pregnant?'' He asked casually.

She nodded what little she could with her head smushed into the dirty mattress. "Those books you got say that it's probably pregnancy.''

Kelt kept fucking her, "You started ovulating late last year. It would be no surprise if I impregnated you by now.'' His tone was foreboding, even more cold than usual to the girl. He wasn't saying anything, but he was feeling things.

She moaned as his tip scraped that spot deep inside her, but her face was somber. She knew the topic was heavy, even for the boy she called master. "W-What now?''

That is not something that the brother answered, keeping quiet as he thrust into her. In this moment, he was no longer fucking his sister, his fucktoy. He was thinking, reflecting, preparing to make a choice. A choice he had made before, and had hurt him. Despite media and distant family accusing him of being the person behind the blaze that claimed most of his family, he was just another victim.

There were many things that happened that night, with many choices made by the young sergal that would shape him, make him dread this upcoming choice in ways he couldn't imagine.

He smelled the smoke, not asleep at one in the morning because he was jacking off of all things. When he got up to investigate, he saw the fire. Small, but growing. He rushed to his parent's room, finding his mother alone in the bed. He shook her, tried to make her wake up. She was breathing, sleeping, but did not stir. He tried to move her, but dragging her through the house was not something he could do.

The first choice was made. He went to get his sister, make sure she was okay and to get her to help him move his mother, while also maybe finding their father. He was there when they all went to bed. He went to her room to find her bed empty. So he searched elsewhere, now looking for dad as well.

He found him, in the garage, loading up the car. He saw his sister's sleeping form in the backseat, white dribbling from between her naked legs. The second choice was made, conclusions reached. It took him sixteen minutes to kill his father. The man was foolish enough to pull this stunt while drunk, and was unfortunate in that he stored his axe in the garage.

The fight ended in the kitchen, with the boy standing there as he caught his breath and took in his surroundings. As he saw the fire rage on, he noticed the sleeping pills on the counter where the father made dinner, then the pile of smashed phones. Despite it being a choice he wanted, he knew his mother was out of the question.

Getting her would claim both their lives with the rate the fire was spreading. So the third choice came to light, a decision that haunts him. His sister, still in the car in a crumbling garage that would turn the vehicle into an oven. Or his baby brother, in his crib on the second floor.

He heard the wailing, the crying, the cracking timbers. His brother was important to him, routinely made him smile more than anyone. Yet his sister was dear to him in ways he couldn't process. She had more use to the boy's decaying mind, thoughts looming from seeing her in the car. Looking to the mangled body of his father, he blinked. His frightened eyes turned cold and determined, to which they remain to this day. Then he turned to the hall leading to the garage.

He never did like kids.

Now he was a father. One that couldn't afford a child, a mouth to feed, a life to guard. A risk of his toy being found. As he came again into her womb, he would make sure such choices would never hurt him again. In order for that to happen, he had to be numb to them, repeat them. To make the same choice over and over until the result was meaningless, not even worthy of a hesitant blink.

He brought a coat hanger with him the next day, ready for when the time came. Tekla had been told of his reasoning. She understood it. Already thankful for what he did, willing to go to any stretch for him. After all, he chose her to be his only partner. His only family. His only love. So she gave him her everything in return.

//4

The seventeen year old sergal teen shoved the stun baton into his sister's asshole, quickly flipping the switch. She convulsed and writhed with silent agony, twitches coursing through her. He killed the power, then gave her a moment to breath before doing it again.

"What have I told you? You don't cum from me using your cunt. It is only there to breed. If you want to cum, you beg me to use your asshole or throat.''

He turned off the power again, dropping her hips back onto his length, sheathing his ever upsizing cock into her folds, no long hood on her vent. He was sat with his back to the wall, with his sister in his lap, but facing him, her knees on either side of his thighs. She slumped against him, faintly quivering from the residual static and the rough penetration.

As he tightly gripped her filling out butt, he thrust up into her gushing slit, mind trained to derive pleasure from such harsh acts. Now he had to train her to forget about her pussy as something pleasurable. "Your asshole is just that, a hole. A hole for me to use, and for you to enjoy its usage. But your cunt has a singular purpose, your womb. It is there only to be bred, not used for your own pleasure.''

Her form was limp against his chest, her increasingly nice tits smushing to him on each of her heavy breaths as she tried to re-focus her eyes. Everything was a lovely whirlwind for her, the pleasure, the pain, the `love' he gave her. It was all she knew, and she got so much from it.

It would take time, but he would get her there. She shivered against him, "S-Sorry master, please focus on impregnating me. I'm not worth talking to unless I've been bred.'' He always got her to where he wanted her to be. First his toy, then his toilet, next his breeder. She let herself be molded to his will, one anal tasing at a time. She bit her tongue to dampen the pleasure that suddenly rocked through her as he began roughly jackhammering into her cervix, making her so close to losing herself again.

She knew he was testing her, and she would prove that she had control over her body, much like he did. She fought back with all she could, squirming, leaking a river of clear fluid, making her mouth bleed. It was impressive that she held out for another hour of his unknowable stamina, but it was always a losing battle.

She made a cute squeaking noise as her passage clamped onto him and she squirted over his belly, shuddering with climax. He lifted her off him, breaking their bodies connection as he flipped the switch, sending her into more violent motions as she screamed. She lost control of her bladder with the voltage coursing through her guts, draining onto his fur, staining his white underbelly to a similar color of his sandy primary.

He didn't bat an eye, just kept counting. She'd give him a tongue bath later. His asshole got cleaned out every night now, not too much trouble to add his body too. The click of the stun rod came again, the sister's electrical charged tenseness faded, dropping her to a pile over him again. He resumed his assault on her womb immediately.

After more hours of fucking, with one for rest, they lay on the mattress together. She was gently sucking him, already having cleaned his asshole, sheath, and now pelt from her previous accident. He stroked her head tenderly as he spoke. "My foster parents are giving me an internship at their company. They don't like me, but they hate me in the best ways. No insults, no abuse, just opening doors. The sooner I'm capable of living on my own, the sooner I'm out of their life. I like them.''

The sister gave a muffled hum as he shoved her head down, his tip protruding from her neck as she suddenly gagged. He let her up after a moment, finally getting around to breaking her gag-reflex. He was long enough to really choke her now. "It's a medical company. Seems interesting. I know my way around a body, so I look forward to more knowledge of them. Maybe I can use my practice to make something of my life. Make my own company.''

He hilted to her face again. "But either way, things are looking good. With an internship like that, a decent paid job is already possible. I promise you, one day we will leave this place. Get a house. Our own little piece of the world, just for us.'' She did that heaving thing when she was out of air, and trying to suck more down around his cock. He lifted her off, spit and tears smearing on her face as she gasped and coughed.

He smiled to her. Something he rarely did, but was doing more of since his hands grew more swift at ending new life. "You will be able to see the sun, the grass. And still nobody will ever know you're alive, nobody will be able to take you from me. I will have you and everything you birth all to myself.''

As her lungs refilled, her heart fluttered. "I-'' she had to cough up some spit and pre, "I'm yours master. Forever.''

Her lips were kissing his sheath again as her neck bulged out. "I know.''

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