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So welcome back to the true Kelt, and his true pet, his dearest twin sister.", "writing": "Kelt briskly padded down the little passageway of the maintenance tunnel, his hoodie drawn up to hide his gold and white fur. The sergal rounded the corner that led to Tekla's little home quickly, legs long and strides far now that they were older, freshly eighteen. Tekla had her usual jubilance at seeing her brother again, though now she was better at following orders.\n\nThe twin sergal kneeled on her little mattress, keeping her posture straight as she used her arms to push her breasts out and spread her lower lips between her open legs. A twinkle was in her eyes as she tried to not directly look at Kelt with a look of her explosive joy, instead giving her required greeting.\n\n\"Please use me to relieve yourself master.'' Then she held her mouth open, and looked slightly up, tilting her head to make an appetizing seat out of her face.\n\nKelt was already undoing his belt buckle as he entered her space, pants quickly dropping as he swiftly turned around and lifted his tail to place his asshole on her mouth, pushing back to take a seat. He didn't put his full weight on her, she was still merely kneeling and her spine alone was keeping her head upright, but he placed enough force on her that his legs would have no trouble holding him for a long duration, and Tekla would have her maw sealed to his rim.\n\nHer face was completely obscured by his rear, squat-sitting atop her, her body unmoving as her face was used. Kelt had a look of disinterest as he leaned back a bit, placing the back of his head on the wall behind them for a backrest, zero hesitation or oddities of using his sister's head as his toilet, because that's just what she was. One of many roles in service to him.\n\nThere was a low grumble in his gut as a few soft gusts of gas billowed out of his hole and right into her throat. Tekla stuck to her duties and loudly gasped, ensuring she sucked in all of his repugnant air, vacuuming out any lingering pockets from his rectum as well. As soon as the methane cleared, her mouth was filled with a thick brown log that dropped into it, Kelt's hole taking its time to spread open around his horrid excrement before it plopped inside.\n\nShe no longer had to chew, instead just let it slide down her throat as he piled more in. Another plus to keeping her head tilted a touch, as long as she kept her throat open, any and all of his waste would easily slide down, albeit choking her for a moment as feces filled her neck. Such as now when the instinctual gag of having a long cylinder of shit pushed into your esophagus sounded out below him, Tekla's chest heaving as she forced the mahogany logs down.\n\nKelt paid no heed, not even blinking when his toilet seat shuddered with a revulsed gag reflex, instead pushing a bit to speed up his deposit into her maw. Unseen under his weight, her neck pulsed and bulged with his logs pushing their way to her stomach, fat brown chunks filling her mouth and puffing her cheeks out before being forced down her gullet with sickening squelches and slurps from her face. His excrement was always tough, both in texture and flavor. \n\nShe no longer was at risk from throwing up thankfully, but a solid chunk of shit pressing into your throat causes so many unwanted natural reactions. Her brother's offerings were dense and numerous, a chore to choke down even after being loose from a fresh facefuck. Tekla could handle his logs just fine, but she could never say they were easy.\n\nIt hadn't been too long before she felt his scat pile up inside her abdomen, belly a latticework of brown rods inside her stomach, giving her the appearance of eating a full meal. A few minor points poked out in the slightest where a particularly long piece didn't break on the way down, and would stretch her stomach lining until her acids dissolved it down. \n\nWhile much was happening inside, a lot being excreted directly through the lips around his hole, not too much was obvious externally besides her unhappy bloated belly. The sounds were notable, like a sloppy eater mixed with a gagging deepthroat, all while her belly now had her own gurgles to indicate the true dissatisfaction it had with her meal.\n\nHer frame remained still, keeping stoic as a good toilet should, providing a base for Kelt to sit back on. His weight smushed to her face helped keep her in place, though her toes curled and hands trembled from their spots atop her thighs. There was no one thing she disliked about consuming his feces, as she hated all aspects of it to a degree.\n\nYet there was the one positive, the one reward that made it more than worthwhile. She served her brother. Took care of his needs, made him happy. As long as he needed a toilet, she would have purpose, fulfillment with a duty and role in life, alongside the satisfaction of serving. Though the flavor was horrendously atrocious, the waste packing her neck and belly a challenge, the overall concept degrading and repulsive, she would be his willing toilet for as long as he was willing to use her.\n\nAnd long it was, this being a regular thing for them now, years spent with him shitting in her mouth as his arrival greeting. But each use also lasted long, something about sergal digestion and his diet making for rather cumulative rancid poops. After his solid pieces were dropped off and shoved down her throat, the lingering mush would spill forth with its last bubbles of gas, filling any free space in her mouth with the new sludge. \n\nFor this, she would have to wait for the logs to finish their trip down her gullet to work on, the more goopy final spurt needing to be swallowed in stages to prevent seeping into her airways. That last runny bit was almost always enough to just perfectly fill the remnants of her maw, the thick brown flow finally ceasing with a final rip of a fart and grunt from Kelt above her. \n\nThough no more waste came from the gradually tightening hole lined up to her lips, her work was far from over. Continued gacks and gags came as the buildup of shit worked down her throat, now able to take tiny swallows at a time to clear her mouth and finalize the journey of the last few logs to her belly. \n\nKelt remained planted on her face, skull pushed into his rear as he patiently waited for her to clear herself, both knowing she still had to clean him up. Slow periodic noises of the girl working down the waste in her mouth followed, seeming like ages to the toilet, despite being no more than a minute or two. Kelt was patient enough to wait for her to finish her meal, but kept a mental timer going, as she did have to be an efficient toilet. \n\nSoon he felt that familiar tongue grace his wrinkled hole, clearing away the sticky, swampy debris with long deft motions. She slurped over him, audibly giving a thorough rim job to clear away any trace of the shit he dumped into her mouth. Once the outside areas were clear, the slick muscle dove into the hole, sleuthing out lingering chunks that would be extracted and consumed. Calculated motions swept his insides clean, the foulness of his waste being amplified as it remained in the source.\n\nBut taste was something she couldn't allow to ruin her job as his personal toilet, she had worked hard to be able to have him use her so directly, and wouldn't give any credence to the repulsion in her mind. So on she went, tongue diving inside the disgusting lair of her only food source, corkscrewing out to carry every scrap of leftovers out and into her waiting stomach to join the main course.\n\nKelt would never tire of the sounds that she made while cleaning him, a primal slobbering, a slick exploration. But he was just using the toilet, and there was no sense in savoring the act of relieving oneself. He stood briskly after she cleaned him, casually pulling his pants back up without saying a word as Tekla coughed and sputtered, the corners of her mouth twinged with dark colors, teeth stained brown and tongue in even worse shape.\n\nNot so much as a 'thanks' came her way as Kelt walked over to the large jug from a water cooler, upturned and collecting water from the pipes. He undid his fly and took his cock out, tip poking from his sheath as he aimed and released a heavy stream of dark urine into his sister's water supply.\n\nHe made sure the only things that touched her tastebuds were some form of his waste. She no longer ate food, instead he gave her vitamin and nutrient suppository that gave her body everything she needed, while sating her hunger and thirst with his bodily products. It was a tough transition at first, the girl still remembering how food tasted, longing for her favorite taste of peaches. Instead, all she got was shit. It had taken her nearly a year to fully embrace her new palette, but now she could barely remember anything else, other than that she liked food once. \n\nThick splashing came as he released his bladder into the jug, the empty space in the thick plastic reverberating the noise of his stream impacting the previously accrued water and tainting it with murky yellow. Tekla just watched the gold spread through her once clear and refreshing drink, sighing softly. But then she forced herself to smile. Master was giving it flavor for her, making her useful. She should be happy that he does this.\n\nAnd day by day, that fake smile and happiness becomes real, so much time spent smiling that there is no other alternative.\n\n-\n\nThe sandy furred girl woke up from her slumber thanks to a number of sensations. She was on her dirty mattress, as usual, being spooned by her brother from behind. Just basking in his expansive touch calmed her suddenly conscious mind, allowing her to take better stock of her world.\n\nAnother feeling filled her, quite literally, as she felt the steady throb of her master's cock lodged deep in her pussy. A dull ache resounded through her canal, both from being taken roughly in her sleep, while her hole ached with having to hold his straining knot in, and that lingering torment of his tip spreading her cervix open to fill her womb directly with seed.\n\nWhich there was a lot of, feeling packed full with the sergal's essence, she was certainly waking up well-bred by him. She was suddenly disappointed that he did it while she was asleep. The sister did like being pumped full of cum, and was moderately hurt that her brother did their morning breeding session without her being truly present.\n\n\"M-Master?'' She whined as a fresh throb ran through her depths, right up into her uterus. \"You bred me already?''\n\nA simple nod came from the face pressed to the top of her head. \"Yes. Had some morning wood, figured I'd get your morning breeding out of the way.''\n\n\"Oh.''\n\n\"Why? Are you upset I already used your pussy? I'll still be filling it before bed too. You know it gets filled twice a day until you're showing.''\n\nTekla was quiet. \"No master, I just... like feeling you use me.''\n\nA slightly amused rumble came from the freshly minted adult, their eighteenth birthday a month ago. \"Is that why you're always such a bad pet, and keep cumming when I breed you? You know you're not supposed to get pleasure from me filling your womb. Your asshole is your new pleasure hole.''\n\n\"I know, but it still feels special. What if this one impregnates me? I wouldn't even have been awake to feel you cum inside.''\n\n\"Don't sleep so heavy then, you were still out when I broke past your cervix. I wasn't exactly gentle either, you being asleep is your own doing.''\n\nTekla nodded sadly, aware that he was not holding back while she was under, her entire passage feeling worn and abused. \"Yes master.'' A final somber sigh flowed out of her nose before she smiled again, much more genuine this time. As directed, the sister let herself be moved as her brother shifted, keeping himself deep inside her womb as he repositioned them to sit upright on the mattress, the girl nestled in his lap.\n\nHis arms held her from behind, roaming, feeling, squeezing her breasts and pinching. He would simply touch her for as long he liked, a pleasant toy to grasp as he pleased while he woke up and enjoyed her clenches around his length. Tekla would melt back into his embrace, these moments the ones she lived for, the sense of belonging she felt when in his hands.\n\nAnd then as swiftly as the touches came, they left, Kelt's arms moving to the side to grab something. Yet Tekla's smile grew, her face showing doting love. For he returned with a brush, and began stroking it through her pelt. An unusual gentleness carried out these actions, brushing her fur into a finely groomed appearance.\n\nKelt did like his fucktoy to look pretty, and Tekla was an object he took pride in possessing, internally thankful for the chance to own his sister. He expressed this by showing his pride, using her regularly and ensuring she was always fit to serve him. She noticed his possessive care, and took a certain pride in being owned by such a dedicated master.\n\nIn a seeming two way complementation, his fine brush strokes accentuated the thick shaft still spearing her womb open, the laden filling of cum inside her keeping her mind lusty just under her love for her brother and these soothing actions as he groomed her. After a while he lifted her off him a bit, quickly slapping some duct tape over her pussy to keep his cum in while he harshly dropped her asshole onto his cum-lubed member.\n\nAfter gasping and freezing from the violent backdoor intrusion that hilted her in one go, she relaxed, his cock's cum coating helping as they returned to sitting still with him buried under her tail. As she adjusted and appreciated the size in her rear, she settled against him as he started bushing one of her arms, looking up to his stoic eyes.\n\n\"How's... how's the job master? Do you like it?'' She asked, curious about the life he lived in the society above, a life she could barely conceive anymore.\n\n\"I hate it.'' Was his terse reply, focused back to brushing her as he stopped talking.\n\nHer face twinged with sympathy for him, wanting every moment he had to be a pleasant one, infinitely saddened she could not join him to make him happy when he wasn't down there with her. \"I'm sorry I can't make you feel good while you're working. I-I wish I could leave with you. You already keep me safe and feed me, I don't want you to burden yourself with my care forever. I want to help, but I have to stay down here...''\n\nThe brush paused as he stared at it, eyes flicking over to meet hers after a second. \"Give it time.'' His hand resumed his motions. \"You will have a better place for me to use you eventually. And do not be so hard on yourself. You are a burden as much as any pet would be, that is the simple nature of dependency. You have come quite far to reduce you upkeep by being my toilet as well, be proud of that. You are many things to me; fucktoy, toilet, breeder, but a waste of effort you are not.''\n\nTekla smiled and looked down at herself a bit sheepishly, not used to getting such direct compliments. A warm fuzzy feeling filled her belly as she was driven right back into that loving place of her heart, truly smitten with her cold and abusing sibling. The warmth spread though, rising, stinging her insides, telling her that it was not infatuation, but rather Kelt pissing up her ass as he groomed her. \n\nWith a bit of surprised inhale shifting to long happy exhale, she fully relaxed as his urine filled her from behind, coursing and rushing through her bowels, a fact that made her smile more than she was. Tekla whimpered out a little 'thank you' to him for using her, and sat back to enjoy the pleasantly acidic and molten enema she was receiving, a new weight settling in her gut right next to her seed packed womb.\n\nThe harsh flow of burning yellow up her insides was something she had been forcefully conditioned to enjoy, a peace settling over her mind as she was filled. The sergal girl did like being a toilet for her brother, wishing to give back and require less materials from the outside world. Consuming his feces was rough, and something that she physically struggled with, but trying to find some pleasure in something so awful was simply impossible for her, despite her training.\n\nBut piss, that she could do no problem. Both directly pleasing and contextually satisfying, she was always happy to relieve his bladder. It was far easier to drink something rapidly than have shit pushed down her neck, chugging piss both easy after practice and not too bad of an experience. Taking his urine up her rear was even better, able to just relax and let it gush through her, a calming warmth spreading around her guts. \n\nIf she had her way, her ass would be the real toilet. Like this, held close and speared on his dick, his bladder draining under tail, was pure bliss. She almost nodded off, the harsh fluid filling her intestines and her brother's embrace better than any bed and blanket she could imagine.\n\nIn fact, she did fall asleep, a noticeable relaxation occurring inside her, Kelt able to feel his piss pump deeper into her more easily as her guts went lax. The heartbeat subtly echoing through her rectum as he remained lodged inside her grew slower, measured in unconsciousness. He smiled a touch at seeing the effect of relieving himself under her tail brought, taking pride in the results of his training and the happy look on Tekla's face. \n\nThe sergals remained in the same spot for a long while, Kelt dutifully getting her coat of golden-white fur to match the beauty of her form, all while she remained zonked out, a bellyful of piss helping her drop to a deep nap for the duration of the grooming.\n\n-\n\nA soft snarl played from Kelt's mouth as he entered their little space in the city's underground, Tekla already assuming her typical toilet position as he approached. He shakes his head with a steady scowl, storming through to the ramshackle room as he pointed at the ground before him, now standing with his arms crossed.\n\nHis sister's ears quickly drooped, her own smile vanishing as her brother's emotions became clear. He was upset. Angry. And he needed something to vent on. She nodded, only a month into her current pregnancy and thus unable to give him something else to let out his more violent tendencies. \n\nThe feminine sergal stood, busty and curvy with her developed body, midway through twenty years of age with her assets being full size now. To which, full size was impressive. A perfect rounding, supple and noticeable. She wasn't a supermodel, but easily labeled beautiful. Coupled with a grooming session yesterday, she looked as pretty as a hot girl living in a maintenance tunnel could.\n\nHer head hung low as she took the few steps to stand before his imposing form, eyes subtly taking in her own body. A small little thought snuck below her slight dread of what was to come, to tell her that shit apparently was a good diet, her frame filled out but not chubby.\n\nReaching her assigned spot, she looked up to her brother, Kelt now fitting the description of adulthood they shared. Quickly growing, a masculine stature developed on the once average boy, fair muscles under his own coat, though his overall appearance would always be more athletic than beefy. Most of it came from his lack of owning a vehicle, and his frequent trips across town to access this area from different spots to prevent being noticed.\n\nHe looked down at her with those steely eyes she had come to know, the ice forming behind them when he first woke her up down here, informing her of a fire. She had noticed he was different immediately, her brother never expressively outgoing before, but something had switched in his mind. \n\nKelt had kept most of the story from her, simply saying that someone broke in and lit a fire, and planned on taking her before he showed up and took her first. He wanted her to know that he saved her, chose her and her alone, but felt it best to remove the part where seeing her raped by their father gave Kelt his own ideas. He would also be unsure how she would handle the fact that he chopped their father apart with an axe, an axe he was now searching for a similar model of after leaving it to burn away. There were a few things he was sentimental about.\n\nYet they both seemed to know deep down that the change wasn't Tekla being raped, it wasn't their father turning on them only to be murdered by Kelt. It wasn't even the fact that Kelt understood that saving his mother from the fire was impossible. It was the conscious choice to pick his sister, rather than his infant brother. Kelt had liked to imagine he liked his parents, but their interactions were so long ago now. But his siblings, those he had a constant timeless bond with. He had been so happy to see his new brother, so excited to see him grow up.\n\nBut he was selfish, and chose a person based on the results of seeing his father's actions. So when they stared at each other now, he needed to vent some of the underlying rage lurking below his icy exterior. Tekla was prepared, but still jumped a bit as his hands quickly latched around her throat, tightly squeezing as her face scrunched with pain. Wheezes followed, eyes instinctually pleading to the male strangling her, yet her hands lifted slowly. \n\nNot to grab the ones around her throat, choking her of air, but to instead rest on his forearms, thumbs attempting to caress before her panic set in. She wanted him to know that she cared, and wanted him to do anything he needed to, anything to make him feel better. And thus, with one last struggling gasp, she went limp.\n\nKelt's hands instantly relaxed, letting her drop down to the mattress and pile of pillows in the space. She hit it with slight poof, landing soft despite being passed out, and Kelt quickly got undressed, still baring teeth in contempt. He then paced around a bit in the nude, jerking his dick to harness as glared at everything in his sight, internally deciding how to use his toy. \n\nHe oh-so-wanted to just lay into her, needing a general punching bag as he released his rage. But to that extent he was somewhat unwilling to do to her unless she earned it as a punishment. Pain was something he used in calculated reservation with her, as she was perfectly obedient already. \n\nPain was used to change her body's reactions, not her mind. While he did apply general pain constantly, preferring un-lubed anal, putting clips and needles to her breasts, scratching her during particularly intense fucks, the level he currently wanted to inflict was more than what was logical to him.\n\nHe was a thinking man, a great focus inside him set to operate calmly and effectively, something cemented in place while fighting his dad in a burning house. Kelt understood that just because he wanted to beat the shit out of her, and she would let him, it was not the smart thing to do despite it being in both their interest. \n\nBruises would mar her beauty, harsh beating would endanger her pregnancy, and it was far too early to have fun with what was cooking in the oven. Scratches could be covered up fairly easily after washing the blood from her fur, bruises and broken bones a level which would be unfitting of the image he wished her to have.\n\nPermanent damage was off limits with her anyways, don't kill the bird if you want unlimited eggs. She was his personal slave, a doll and toilet, a trashcan and child factory, any need he had could be satisfied by her, and she would be glad to do it. She was special, she was his sister. The first, the best, Tekla was indeed dear to him.\n\nBut fuck was he mad. He gave a small growl as he went over and kicked her before resuming his pacing, setting his guidelines and parameters for venting. It didn't matter how angry he was, he had a process and a strict planned out regime for her, he would not let emotions ruin years of work on her.\n\nHe was too smart to be so selfish anymore, reaching down to get one of the many bottles lingering around. He eyed them, glaring at the one in his hand. He told her to remove these before he left today, yet here they were. It was a simple process; all she had to do was go down the path to the open sewer drain and dump them.\n\nSo there it was, Kelt's answer laid out before him almost like she knew he would need a specific way to release his frustrations this day. He gathered the bottles and approached her unconscious form with a rare smile.\n\n-\n\nIt didn't take too long to cram the glass under her tail, his touch not kind nor slow. She had done it before, a sergal's internal lining far tougher than their skin, shattered glass no threat beyond being incredibly painful. The first were almost as fun as the last for much different reasons. He kept the early ones fully unbroken, watching her well used tailhole be forced open around the bottle's blunt base before spreading wide to let it slide in. It clenched down on the narrow bottleneck as it went deeper, until it fully vanished inside her.\n\nMore would be added in various states of intactness, gradually bulging her belly out with the shapes of the glassware. But the later ones had to have some room cleared for them to fit, the other fun aspect. A cruel smile came onto his lips as he disregarded her pregnancy as too early to truly harm, and if there were problems it was early enough to start over without much fuss.\n\nHe flipped the passed out girl to her backside, hiding the half-inserted bottle sticking from her ass, revealing the bloated abdomen of piled up fragile lumps. Kelt raised a foot and squarely stomped on the big belly, Tekla's body convulsing as her oxygen-starved mind remained under. The sound of muffled glass breaking was heard deep within her, the distention of her belly diminished as once hollow constructs shattered to sharp components.\n\nHe gave another solid kick for good measure, muted clinking emanating from her guts while he flipped her back over. He could push the remaining bottles through her anus with no problem now, a bottle's size condensed significantly when broken up. He made sure to get the final bottle really deep in there, to push the shards up as far as possible for maximum pain when she woke up, and to make her really work to get the stuff out.\n\nHe admired his work, flipping her back to face upwards, belly re-rounded out but now with less discernible shapes. The beginnings of a horrible dark bruise under her white belly fur was starting, but it was much less than expected, and even less than if he had just unloaded his fists on her. He gave a nod to himself, glad to have found a suitable in-between act before standing back up.\n\nKelt's posture was already less tense, the scowl lessening, but it remained there after the smile brought from stuffing Tekla's ass was gone. His dick was fully hard, eagerly throbbing as he pushed bottle after bottle past her straining rim, a new need surfacing alongside his rage.\n\nOne final thing would be enough to sate him, so he dropped to his knees atop the mattress, either leg on a side of Tekla's still head, balls now resting on her eyes. He reached down to grasp her neck again as he rolled his hips back a touch, aiming his impressive member to her mouth.\n\nA slick noise came as he began to brutally facefuck her, encountering little resistance as her body lay limp, but her throat was still a wonderful tightness around his rapidly thrusting cock. His fingers around her neck weren't to strangle her this time, but to rather feel himself slide through her neck, adding to the visible bulge as he slid close to her core on every hit of his pubic fur to her lips. The way he could see himself plug her throat up when he fully hilted was therapeutic, feeling it was beyond words.\n\nBut he still needed to vent, and he was just getting started. He wanted to voice his distain as it helps him process it, and he would be fucking her face for awhile, might as well say something instead of it just being wet silence.\n\n\"Fuck!'' Was his first growled word, nothing impactful but it got the ball rolling. \"Damn assholes, how dare they!'' He almost yelled, the sensations of Tekla's passed out throat milking him accentuating his emotions. \"It's a fucking company, not a country, I don't owe you SHIT!''\n\n\"Graah!'' He growled out as his first stress orgasm left him, hilting to his sister's face as he shot cum right into her stomach. Kelt remained sheathed as he panted, letting his balls empty as they clenched, sloppily resting atop her eyes still. \"You don't get to treat me like that, not after what I've provided to your research. If you're going to take the fame for something someone else did, I'll make sure you get all the fame in the world.''\n\nHe slowly slid out of her mouth, thick lines of spit and cum adorning his pale shaft and spilling out to coat her face. He let her unconscious body breathe for a moment, before slamming himself right back in. \"I'll... fucking... RUIN... you...'' He said with every powerful thrust into his sister's snug neck.\n\n\"Then I'll be gone. Fuck you and your board, I'll make my own company. There are plenty who will join me already, I'm not the only enemy you've made.'' He sped up, nearing his second peak, giving an almost scary laugh. \"And I have a perfect source of trial subjects for my own projects. Nothing I make will ever fail sapient testing, because I'll already have done my own during development.''\n\nMore ropes of white lanced down her gullet as he grunted again, grinding his sheath to her face while he got as deep as he could go in her neck. \"Hah.'' He said simply, pulling out before restarting the process. \"Talking it out isn't bad. I can make that idea work.'' He mused to himself, ready to turn his vengeance filled plotting to a real plan for success.\n\nA final chuckle came from him as he settled in to pounding her mouth again, her face an absolute mess now as her neck distended with his shaft. He looked to her with a calm smile, a new intent behind the cold of his irises. \"Thank you sister, your input has been invaluable.'' He grunted as he hilted her face again, forcing her jaws open this time, the tent in her neck pulsing as more seed was pumped directly to her stomach.\n\n-\n\nA big news story would sweep the nation, a pharmaceutical company dismantled after one of it's products began having lethal side effects. The man in charge, and the credited inventor of the formula was arrested and sent to prison for a number of years, life ruined in a well deserved sentence. \n\nIf you were Kelt Mazarin anyways, as the man had not invented anything. Yet from this destruction a new up and coming company was made to fill the gaps, touted as taking all the best minds from the first one without any of the corporate corruption.\n\nThus Mazarin Pharmaceuticals came to be, and quickly grew its name with the safe version of the troubled medicine that took the last company down. They quickly took over the market that had been under their predecessor's control, even growing it once they proved to be an honest company that treated both consumers and employees right.\n\nIt had all come so fast, just twenty-two when Kelt had amassed a sizable chunk of money, not taking too much pay, as those within the company that did more work were seen as more deserving of it to him. Yet he had a long planned purpose for his wealth, and it was finally culminating.\n\nHe entered the little maintenance tunnel, it having been nearly three weeks since he was last here. He rounded the corner, seeing his sister obediently kneeling for him, though her blurred tail betrayed her true excitement. She opened her mouth, but Kelt waved a hand. As much as he would like to use her, and as much as she probably wanted to eat something different besides the enema rations he left her, they had things to do. \n\nHe instead smiled, and held out his hand.\n\nTekla froze, joy switching to shocked disbelief as she interpreted the gesture. She quickly stood, legs a touch shaky with haste and excitement. \"Master?'' She asked hesitantly. Standing fully, her naked form was revealed. Unkempt, though not dirty, she had matured into a fine and beautiful young sergal. Shapely, curvy, busty and broad, you name it. Good sized tits, a nice round ass, and even better to the brother, a swollen belly of child. Tekla was heavily pregnant at this moment, belly rounded as she gently held it, demurely awed and excited face meeting her brother's cool smile.\n\nHe kept his hand out, waiting. \"Come.''\n\nHer hands were around his in an instant, a happy little squeal coming from the girl as she jumped up to hug him briefly before settling to anxious bounces at his side. He lead her through the tunnels, far beyond what she knew, entering a new world outside of her small scope.\n\nThat world became something else entirely when they reached a door, and Kelt opened it for her to step out of. She saw a car, some kind of van right by the entryway, it's rear doors open. Beyond that she saw a city at night, bright lights and signs, sounds and noises she had nearly forgotten.\n\n\"Get in the car.'' Was the short order given by the man behind her, placing a hand on her shoulder to rub it. \"There will be plenty of time to look on the journey.''\n\nShe turned to face him, ears forward and tail wagging as a new joy spread over her angular face. \"Y-You mean...''\n\nThat smile he wore continued to be genuine, \"Yes. It's time to bring you to our new home.''\n\n-\n\nThe ride was uneventful, boring and tedious, though to the young lady it was bewildering. Shapes and sounds she only had in her memories suddenly surrounded her in living motion. Her face was near constantly up against the dark tinted glass of the van's back and side windows, taking in the unfiltered world around her as Kelt drove down the country.\n\nShe had a soft dog-bed laid out in the back, something she happily curled up on when she could no longer keep her eyes open. They would stop occasionally, food packed and broken out for Kelt when they pulled off to the side of some deserted road. Kelt usually remained in silence as he deposited her pre-digested meals down her throat, a contrast to the bubbly girl who was seeing things above the dim tunnels she had known for a decade.\n\nHe disliked driving, at least long distances, finding it as annoying as most people. Yet he had the resources to simply fly to his destination, instead of driving from nearly the top to bottom of the entire country. Much like when moving houses, he had precious cargo to transport to the new abode he commissioned.\n\nTekla's wonder grew, the cold and snowy north she remembered and witnessed shifted to warmer greens and softer hills. Mountains still present, but rolling and lush, instead of jagged and barren. She felt the temperature grow warmer, elevation go higher, now surrounded by emerald forests and winding quaint roads.\n\nDespite it being an arduous trip, for her it blended together, as just like they had started, they stopped. The door slammed as Kelt exited, opening her doors as she perked up from the dog bed she slept on. It was a lovely evening, crickets and nightlife chirping as he helped her down, her belly making some movements awkward. \n\nShe saw the darkened forest around her, a gravel driveway leading away. Before turning to face her new home, she looked up and saw the stars. They were more clear than she could have ever imagined them, seeing the faint clouds of the galaxy behind them in a glorious backdrop. It was beautiful, unlike anything she knew. And it was telling that they were very far from a city.\n\nThen she turned, and took in her brother's greatest gift to her. A home. A house, almost a mansion. Not the biggest, definitely not the smallest. It was built with the scenery in mind, atop a pleasant mountain ridge, it's construction was primarily timber, stone and bark decorating the front. A two car garage was connected at an angle, shaped with the hill.\n\nHe led her inside, the entryway captivating. A wall to her left, a staircase to her right, but straight in was a room. Wide and spacious, it was nearly the entire floor, with great windows making up the back wall to give a wondrous view of the distant valleys and ridges. Walking forward into this chamber of wood and glass, gave her the glimpse of the sliding doors to her left, leading to a deck with couches and chairs. Further left was a modern kitchen with ornately modest wood cabinets and decor, glittering black granite countertops reflecting.\n\nTo the right from the entry was a wall, a door set on the right side of it to provide room for the imposing stone fireplace set in the middle, it's slate stack raising all the way to the tall peaked roof timbers. Kelt led his sister to the doorway there, revealing a pleasant bedroom, following the same decor style as the couches and chairs facing the fireplace in the main room. Sleek wood, carved but modern. A mansion emulating cabin rusticity to blend them together.\n\nShe saw the large bed and couldn't wait to lay upon it, stepping forward before her brother directed her to a sliding door, opening into a spacious bathroom with a large tub stood in the middle. A glass shower chamber resided behind it, with counters and mirrors on either side, matching the additional doors on either side. One led to the bathroom, the other a closet.\n\nYet those were of little importance now, as Tekla was being guided to the shower, and would soon feel the hot water raking over her pelt, soothing and cleaning her. Before she knew it, she was laid upon the bed, sinking into its softness and warmth of puffy blankets with a freshly shampooed body. Then a new heat settled in behind her, arms wrapping around her to grasp her breasts before drifting to rub her pregnant belly.\n\nHer brother was here, behind her, holding her as they both lay in bed, in a nice house, in a truly dreamlike location. She had to pinch herself, and smiled from ear to ear when it hurt. She had been smiling through the pain for so long that the pain began making her smile.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Kelt briskly padded down the little passageway of the maintenance tunnel, his hoodie drawn up to hide his gold and white fur. The sergal rounded the corner that led to Tekla's little home quickly, legs long and strides far now that they were older, freshly eighteen. Tekla had her usual jubilance at seeing her brother again, though now she was better at following orders.

The twin sergal kneeled on her little mattress, keeping her posture straight as she used her arms to push her breasts out and spread her lower lips between her open legs. A twinkle was in her eyes as she tried to not directly look at Kelt with a look of her explosive joy, instead giving her required greeting.

"Please use me to relieve yourself master.'' Then she held her mouth open, and looked slightly up, tilting her head to make an appetizing seat out of her face.

Kelt was already undoing his belt buckle as he entered her space, pants quickly dropping as he swiftly turned around and lifted his tail to place his asshole on her mouth, pushing back to take a seat. He didn't put his full weight on her, she was still merely kneeling and her spine alone was keeping her head upright, but he placed enough force on her that his legs would have no trouble holding him for a long duration, and Tekla would have her maw sealed to his rim.

Her face was completely obscured by his rear, squat-sitting atop her, her body unmoving as her face was used. Kelt had a look of disinterest as he leaned back a bit, placing the back of his head on the wall behind them for a backrest, zero hesitation or oddities of using his sister's head as his toilet, because that's just what she was. One of many roles in service to him.

There was a low grumble in his gut as a few soft gusts of gas billowed out of his hole and right into her throat. Tekla stuck to her duties and loudly gasped, ensuring she sucked in all of his repugnant air, vacuuming out any lingering pockets from his rectum as well. As soon as the methane cleared, her mouth was filled with a thick brown log that dropped into it, Kelt's hole taking its time to spread open around his horrid excrement before it plopped inside.

She no longer had to chew, instead just let it slide down her throat as he piled more in. Another plus to keeping her head tilted a touch, as long as she kept her throat open, any and all of his waste would easily slide down, albeit choking her for a moment as feces filled her neck. Such as now when the instinctual gag of having a long cylinder of shit pushed into your esophagus sounded out below him, Tekla's chest heaving as she forced the mahogany logs down.

Kelt paid no heed, not even blinking when his toilet seat shuddered with a revulsed gag reflex, instead pushing a bit to speed up his deposit into her maw. Unseen under his weight, her neck pulsed and bulged with his logs pushing their way to her stomach, fat brown chunks filling her mouth and puffing her cheeks out before being forced down her gullet with sickening squelches and slurps from her face. His excrement was always tough, both in texture and flavor.

She no longer was at risk from throwing up thankfully, but a solid chunk of shit pressing into your throat causes so many unwanted natural reactions. Her brother's offerings were dense and numerous, a chore to choke down even after being loose from a fresh facefuck. Tekla could handle his logs just fine, but she could never say they were easy.

It hadn't been too long before she felt his scat pile up inside her abdomen, belly a latticework of brown rods inside her stomach, giving her the appearance of eating a full meal. A few minor points poked out in the slightest where a particularly long piece didn't break on the way down, and would stretch her stomach lining until her acids dissolved it down.

While much was happening inside, a lot being excreted directly through the lips around his hole, not too much was obvious externally besides her unhappy bloated belly. The sounds were notable, like a sloppy eater mixed with a gagging deepthroat, all while her belly now had her own gurgles to indicate the true dissatisfaction it had with her meal.

Her frame remained still, keeping stoic as a good toilet should, providing a base for Kelt to sit back on. His weight smushed to her face helped keep her in place, though her toes curled and hands trembled from their spots atop her thighs. There was no one thing she disliked about consuming his feces, as she hated all aspects of it to a degree.

Yet there was the one positive, the one reward that made it more than worthwhile. She served her brother. Took care of his needs, made him happy. As long as he needed a toilet, she would have purpose, fulfillment with a duty and role in life, alongside the satisfaction of serving. Though the flavor was horrendously atrocious, the waste packing her neck and belly a challenge, the overall concept degrading and repulsive, she would be his willing toilet for as long as he was willing to use her.

And long it was, this being a regular thing for them now, years spent with him shitting in her mouth as his arrival greeting. But each use also lasted long, something about sergal digestion and his diet making for rather cumulative rancid poops. After his solid pieces were dropped off and shoved down her throat, the lingering mush would spill forth with its last bubbles of gas, filling any free space in her mouth with the new sludge.

For this, she would have to wait for the logs to finish their trip down her gullet to work on, the more goopy final spurt needing to be swallowed in stages to prevent seeping into her airways. That last runny bit was almost always enough to just perfectly fill the remnants of her maw, the thick brown flow finally ceasing with a final rip of a fart and grunt from Kelt above her.

Though no more waste came from the gradually tightening hole lined up to her lips, her work was far from over. Continued gacks and gags came as the buildup of shit worked down her throat, now able to take tiny swallows at a time to clear her mouth and finalize the journey of the last few logs to her belly.

Kelt remained planted on her face, skull pushed into his rear as he patiently waited for her to clear herself, both knowing she still had to clean him up. Slow periodic noises of the girl working down the waste in her mouth followed, seeming like ages to the toilet, despite being no more than a minute or two. Kelt was patient enough to wait for her to finish her meal, but kept a mental timer going, as she did have to be an efficient toilet.

Soon he felt that familiar tongue grace his wrinkled hole, clearing away the sticky, swampy debris with long deft motions. She slurped over him, audibly giving a thorough rim job to clear away any trace of the shit he dumped into her mouth. Once the outside areas were clear, the slick muscle dove into the hole, sleuthing out lingering chunks that would be extracted and consumed. Calculated motions swept his insides clean, the foulness of his waste being amplified as it remained in the source.

But taste was something she couldn't allow to ruin her job as his personal toilet, she had worked hard to be able to have him use her so directly, and wouldn't give any credence to the repulsion in her mind. So on she went, tongue diving inside the disgusting lair of her only food source, corkscrewing out to carry every scrap of leftovers out and into her waiting stomach to join the main course.

Kelt would never tire of the sounds that she made while cleaning him, a primal slobbering, a slick exploration. But he was just using the toilet, and there was no sense in savoring the act of relieving oneself. He stood briskly after she cleaned him, casually pulling his pants back up without saying a word as Tekla coughed and sputtered, the corners of her mouth twinged with dark colors, teeth stained brown and tongue in even worse shape.

Not so much as a 'thanks' came her way as Kelt walked over to the large jug from a water cooler, upturned and collecting water from the pipes. He undid his fly and took his cock out, tip poking from his sheath as he aimed and released a heavy stream of dark urine into his sister's water supply.

He made sure the only things that touched her tastebuds were some form of his waste. She no longer ate food, instead he gave her vitamin and nutrient suppository that gave her body everything she needed, while sating her hunger and thirst with his bodily products. It was a tough transition at first, the girl still remembering how food tasted, longing for her favorite taste of peaches. Instead, all she got was shit. It had taken her nearly a year to fully embrace her new palette, but now she could barely remember anything else, other than that she liked food once.

Thick splashing came as he released his bladder into the jug, the empty space in the thick plastic reverberating the noise of his stream impacting the previously accrued water and tainting it with murky yellow. Tekla just watched the gold spread through her once clear and refreshing drink, sighing softly. But then she forced herself to smile. Master was giving it flavor for her, making her useful. She should be happy that he does this.

And day by day, that fake smile and happiness becomes real, so much time spent smiling that there is no other alternative.

-

The sandy furred girl woke up from her slumber thanks to a number of sensations. She was on her dirty mattress, as usual, being spooned by her brother from behind. Just basking in his expansive touch calmed her suddenly conscious mind, allowing her to take better stock of her world.

Another feeling filled her, quite literally, as she felt the steady throb of her master's cock lodged deep in her pussy. A dull ache resounded through her canal, both from being taken roughly in her sleep, while her hole ached with having to hold his straining knot in, and that lingering torment of his tip spreading her cervix open to fill her womb directly with seed.

Which there was a lot of, feeling packed full with the sergal's essence, she was certainly waking up well-bred by him. She was suddenly disappointed that he did it while she was asleep. The sister did like being pumped full of cum, and was moderately hurt that her brother did their morning breeding session without her being truly present.

"M-Master?'' She whined as a fresh throb ran through her depths, right up into her uterus. "You bred me already?''

A simple nod came from the face pressed to the top of her head. "Yes. Had some morning wood, figured I'd get your morning breeding out of the way.''

"Oh.''

"Why? Are you upset I already used your pussy? I'll still be filling it before bed too. You know it gets filled twice a day until you're showing.''

Tekla was quiet. "No master, I just... like feeling you use me.''

A slightly amused rumble came from the freshly minted adult, their eighteenth birthday a month ago. "Is that why you're always such a bad pet, and keep cumming when I breed you? You know you're not supposed to get pleasure from me filling your womb. Your asshole is your new pleasure hole.''

"I know, but it still feels special. What if this one impregnates me? I wouldn't even have been awake to feel you cum inside.''

"Don't sleep so heavy then, you were still out when I broke past your cervix. I wasn't exactly gentle either, you being asleep is your own doing.''

Tekla nodded sadly, aware that he was not holding back while she was under, her entire passage feeling worn and abused. "Yes master.'' A final somber sigh flowed out of her nose before she smiled again, much more genuine this time. As directed, the sister let herself be moved as her brother shifted, keeping himself deep inside her womb as he repositioned them to sit upright on the mattress, the girl nestled in his lap.

His arms held her from behind, roaming, feeling, squeezing her breasts and pinching. He would simply touch her for as long he liked, a pleasant toy to grasp as he pleased while he woke up and enjoyed her clenches around his length. Tekla would melt back into his embrace, these moments the ones she lived for, the sense of belonging she felt when in his hands.

And then as swiftly as the touches came, they left, Kelt's arms moving to the side to grab something. Yet Tekla's smile grew, her face showing doting love. For he returned with a brush, and began stroking it through her pelt. An unusual gentleness carried out these actions, brushing her fur into a finely groomed appearance.

Kelt did like his fucktoy to look pretty, and Tekla was an object he took pride in possessing, internally thankful for the chance to own his sister. He expressed this by showing his pride, using her regularly and ensuring she was always fit to serve him. She noticed his possessive care, and took a certain pride in being owned by such a dedicated master.

In a seeming two way complementation, his fine brush strokes accentuated the thick shaft still spearing her womb open, the laden filling of cum inside her keeping her mind lusty just under her love for her brother and these soothing actions as he groomed her. After a while he lifted her off him a bit, quickly slapping some duct tape over her pussy to keep his cum in while he harshly dropped her asshole onto his cum-lubed member.

After gasping and freezing from the violent backdoor intrusion that hilted her in one go, she relaxed, his cock's cum coating helping as they returned to sitting still with him buried under her tail. As she adjusted and appreciated the size in her rear, she settled against him as he started bushing one of her arms, looking up to his stoic eyes.

"How's... how's the job master? Do you like it?'' She asked, curious about the life he lived in the society above, a life she could barely conceive anymore.

"I hate it.'' Was his terse reply, focused back to brushing her as he stopped talking.

Her face twinged with sympathy for him, wanting every moment he had to be a pleasant one, infinitely saddened she could not join him to make him happy when he wasn't down there with her. "I'm sorry I can't make you feel good while you're working. I-I wish I could leave with you. You already keep me safe and feed me, I don't want you to burden yourself with my care forever. I want to help, but I have to stay down here...''

The brush paused as he stared at it, eyes flicking over to meet hers after a second. "Give it time.'' His hand resumed his motions. "You will have a better place for me to use you eventually. And do not be so hard on yourself. You are a burden as much as any pet would be, that is the simple nature of dependency. You have come quite far to reduce you upkeep by being my toilet as well, be proud of that. You are many things to me; fucktoy, toilet, breeder, but a waste of effort you are not.''

Tekla smiled and looked down at herself a bit sheepishly, not used to getting such direct compliments. A warm fuzzy feeling filled her belly as she was driven right back into that loving place of her heart, truly smitten with her cold and abusing sibling. The warmth spread though, rising, stinging her insides, telling her that it was not infatuation, but rather Kelt pissing up her ass as he groomed her.

With a bit of surprised inhale shifting to long happy exhale, she fully relaxed as his urine filled her from behind, coursing and rushing through her bowels, a fact that made her smile more than she was. Tekla whimpered out a little 'thank you' to him for using her, and sat back to enjoy the pleasantly acidic and molten enema she was receiving, a new weight settling in her gut right next to her seed packed womb.

The harsh flow of burning yellow up her insides was something she had been forcefully conditioned to enjoy, a peace settling over her mind as she was filled. The sergal girl did like being a toilet for her brother, wishing to give back and require less materials from the outside world. Consuming his feces was rough, and something that she physically struggled with, but trying to find some pleasure in something so awful was simply impossible for her, despite her training.

But piss, that she could do no problem. Both directly pleasing and contextually satisfying, she was always happy to relieve his bladder. It was far easier to drink something rapidly than have shit pushed down her neck, chugging piss both easy after practice and not too bad of an experience. Taking his urine up her rear was even better, able to just relax and let it gush through her, a calming warmth spreading around her guts.

If she had her way, her ass would be the real toilet. Like this, held close and speared on his dick, his bladder draining under tail, was pure bliss. She almost nodded off, the harsh fluid filling her intestines and her brother's embrace better than any bed and blanket she could imagine.

In fact, she did fall asleep, a noticeable relaxation occurring inside her, Kelt able to feel his piss pump deeper into her more easily as her guts went lax. The heartbeat subtly echoing through her rectum as he remained lodged inside her grew slower, measured in unconsciousness. He smiled a touch at seeing the effect of relieving himself under her tail brought, taking pride in the results of his training and the happy look on Tekla's face.

The sergals remained in the same spot for a long while, Kelt dutifully getting her coat of golden-white fur to match the beauty of her form, all while she remained zonked out, a bellyful of piss helping her drop to a deep nap for the duration of the grooming.

-

A soft snarl played from Kelt's mouth as he entered their little space in the city's underground, Tekla already assuming her typical toilet position as he approached. He shakes his head with a steady scowl, storming through to the ramshackle room as he pointed at the ground before him, now standing with his arms crossed.

His sister's ears quickly drooped, her own smile vanishing as her brother's emotions became clear. He was upset. Angry. And he needed something to vent on. She nodded, only a month into her current pregnancy and thus unable to give him something else to let out his more violent tendencies.

The feminine sergal stood, busty and curvy with her developed body, midway through twenty years of age with her assets being full size now. To which, full size was impressive. A perfect rounding, supple and noticeable. She wasn't a supermodel, but easily labeled beautiful. Coupled with a grooming session yesterday, she looked as pretty as a hot girl living in a maintenance tunnel could.

Her head hung low as she took the few steps to stand before his imposing form, eyes subtly taking in her own body. A small little thought snuck below her slight dread of what was to come, to tell her that shit apparently was a good diet, her frame filled out but not chubby.

Reaching her assigned spot, she looked up to her brother, Kelt now fitting the description of adulthood they shared. Quickly growing, a masculine stature developed on the once average boy, fair muscles under his own coat, though his overall appearance would always be more athletic than beefy. Most of it came from his lack of owning a vehicle, and his frequent trips across town to access this area from different spots to prevent being noticed.

He looked down at her with those steely eyes she had come to know, the ice forming behind them when he first woke her up down here, informing her of a fire. She had noticed he was different immediately, her brother never expressively outgoing before, but something had switched in his mind.

Kelt had kept most of the story from her, simply saying that someone broke in and lit a fire, and planned on taking her before he showed up and took her first. He wanted her to know that he saved her, chose her and her alone, but felt it best to remove the part where seeing her raped by their father gave Kelt his own ideas. He would also be unsure how she would handle the fact that he chopped their father apart with an axe, an axe he was now searching for a similar model of after leaving it to burn away. There were a few things he was sentimental about.

Yet they both seemed to know deep down that the change wasn't Tekla being raped, it wasn't their father turning on them only to be murdered by Kelt. It wasn't even the fact that Kelt understood that saving his mother from the fire was impossible. It was the conscious choice to pick his sister, rather than his infant brother. Kelt had liked to imagine he liked his parents, but their interactions were so long ago now. But his siblings, those he had a constant timeless bond with. He had been so happy to see his new brother, so excited to see him grow up.

But he was selfish, and chose a person based on the results of seeing his father's actions. So when they stared at each other now, he needed to vent some of the underlying rage lurking below his icy exterior. Tekla was prepared, but still jumped a bit as his hands quickly latched around her throat, tightly squeezing as her face scrunched with pain. Wheezes followed, eyes instinctually pleading to the male strangling her, yet her hands lifted slowly.

Not to grab the ones around her throat, choking her of air, but to instead rest on his forearms, thumbs attempting to caress before her panic set in. She wanted him to know that she cared, and wanted him to do anything he needed to, anything to make him feel better. And thus, with one last struggling gasp, she went limp.

Kelt's hands instantly relaxed, letting her drop down to the mattress and pile of pillows in the space. She hit it with slight poof, landing soft despite being passed out, and Kelt quickly got undressed, still baring teeth in contempt. He then paced around a bit in the nude, jerking his dick to harness as glared at everything in his sight, internally deciding how to use his toy.

He oh-so-wanted to just lay into her, needing a general punching bag as he released his rage. But to that extent he was somewhat unwilling to do to her unless she earned it as a punishment. Pain was something he used in calculated reservation with her, as she was perfectly obedient already.

Pain was used to change her body's reactions, not her mind. While he did apply general pain constantly, preferring un-lubed anal, putting clips and needles to her breasts, scratching her during particularly intense fucks, the level he currently wanted to inflict was more than what was logical to him.

He was a thinking man, a great focus inside him set to operate calmly and effectively, something cemented in place while fighting his dad in a burning house. Kelt understood that just because he wanted to beat the shit out of her, and she would let him, it was not the smart thing to do despite it being in both their interest.

Bruises would mar her beauty, harsh beating would endanger her pregnancy, and it was far too early to have fun with what was cooking in the oven. Scratches could be covered up fairly easily after washing the blood from her fur, bruises and broken bones a level which would be unfitting of the image he wished her to have.

Permanent damage was off limits with her anyways, don't kill the bird if you want unlimited eggs. She was his personal slave, a doll and toilet, a trashcan and child factory, any need he had could be satisfied by her, and she would be glad to do it. She was special, she was his sister. The first, the best, Tekla was indeed dear to him.

But fuck was he mad. He gave a small growl as he went over and kicked her before resuming his pacing, setting his guidelines and parameters for venting. It didn't matter how angry he was, he had a process and a strict planned out regime for her, he would not let emotions ruin years of work on her.

He was too smart to be so selfish anymore, reaching down to get one of the many bottles lingering around. He eyed them, glaring at the one in his hand. He told her to remove these before he left today, yet here they were. It was a simple process; all she had to do was go down the path to the open sewer drain and dump them.

So there it was, Kelt's answer laid out before him almost like she knew he would need a specific way to release his frustrations this day. He gathered the bottles and approached her unconscious form with a rare smile.

-

It didn't take too long to cram the glass under her tail, his touch not kind nor slow. She had done it before, a sergal's internal lining far tougher than their skin, shattered glass no threat beyond being incredibly painful.  The first were almost as fun as the last for much different reasons. He kept the early ones fully unbroken, watching her well used tailhole be forced open around the bottle's blunt base before spreading wide to let it slide in. It clenched down on the narrow bottleneck as it went deeper, until it fully vanished inside her.

More would be added in various states of intactness, gradually bulging her belly out with the shapes of the glassware. But the later ones had to have some room cleared for them to fit, the other fun aspect. A cruel smile came onto his lips as he disregarded her pregnancy as too early to truly harm, and if there were problems it was early enough to start over without much fuss.

He flipped the passed out girl to her backside, hiding the half-inserted bottle sticking from her ass, revealing the bloated abdomen of piled up fragile lumps. Kelt raised a foot and squarely stomped on the big belly, Tekla's body convulsing as her oxygen-starved mind remained under. The sound of muffled glass breaking was heard deep within her, the distention of her belly diminished as once hollow constructs shattered to sharp components.

He gave another solid kick for good measure, muted clinking emanating from her guts while he flipped her back over. He could push the remaining bottles through her anus with no problem now, a bottle's size condensed significantly when broken up. He made sure to get the final bottle really deep in there, to push the shards up as far as possible for maximum pain when she woke up, and to make her really work to get the stuff out.

He admired his work, flipping her back to face upwards, belly re-rounded out but now with less discernible shapes. The beginnings of a horrible dark bruise under her white belly fur was starting, but it was much less than expected, and even less than if he had just unloaded his fists on her. He gave a nod to himself, glad to have found a suitable in-between act before standing back up.

Kelt's posture was already less tense, the scowl lessening, but it remained there after the smile brought from stuffing Tekla's ass was gone. His dick was fully hard, eagerly throbbing as he pushed bottle after bottle past her straining rim, a new need surfacing alongside his rage.

One final thing would be enough to sate him, so he dropped to his knees atop the mattress, either leg on a side of Tekla's still head, balls now resting on her eyes. He reached down to grasp her neck again as he rolled his hips back a touch, aiming his impressive member to her mouth.

A slick noise came as he began to brutally facefuck her, encountering little resistance as her body lay limp, but her throat was still a wonderful tightness around his rapidly thrusting cock. His fingers around her neck weren't to strangle her this time, but to rather feel himself slide through her neck, adding to the visible bulge as he slid close to her core on every hit of his pubic fur to her lips. The way he could see himself plug her throat up when he fully hilted was therapeutic, feeling it was beyond words.

But he still needed to vent, and he was just getting started. He wanted to voice his distain as it helps him process it, and he would be fucking her face for awhile, might as well say something instead of it just being wet silence.

"Fuck!'' Was his first growled word, nothing impactful but it got the ball rolling. "Damn assholes, how dare they!'' He almost yelled, the sensations of Tekla's passed out throat milking him accentuating his emotions. "It's a fucking company, not a country, I don't owe you SHIT!''

"Graah!'' He growled out as his first stress orgasm left him, hilting to his sister's face as he shot cum right into her stomach. Kelt remained sheathed as he panted, letting his balls empty as they clenched, sloppily resting atop her eyes still. "You don't get to treat me like that, not after what I've provided to your research. If you're going to take the fame for something someone else did, I'll make sure you get all the fame in the world.''

He slowly slid out of her mouth, thick lines of spit and cum adorning his pale shaft and spilling out to coat her face. He let her unconscious body breathe for a moment, before slamming himself right back in. "I'll... fucking... RUIN... you...'' He said with every powerful thrust into his sister's snug neck.

"Then I'll be gone. Fuck you and your board, I'll make my own company. There are plenty who will join me already, I'm not the only enemy you've made.'' He sped up, nearing his second peak, giving an almost scary laugh. "And I have a perfect source of trial subjects for my own projects. Nothing I make will ever fail sapient testing, because I'll already have done my own during development.''

More ropes of white lanced down her gullet as he grunted again, grinding his sheath to her face while he got as deep as he could go in her neck. "Hah.'' He said simply, pulling out before restarting the process. "Talking it out isn't bad. I can make that idea work.'' He mused to himself, ready to turn his vengeance filled plotting to a real plan for success.

A final chuckle came from him as he settled in to pounding her mouth again, her face an absolute mess now as her neck distended with his shaft. He looked to her with a calm smile, a new intent behind the cold of his irises. "Thank you sister, your input has been invaluable.'' He grunted as he hilted her face again, forcing her jaws open this time, the tent in her neck pulsing as more seed was pumped directly to her stomach.

-

A big news story would sweep the nation, a pharmaceutical company dismantled after one of it's products began having lethal side effects. The man in charge, and the credited inventor of the formula was arrested and sent to prison for a number of years, life ruined in a well deserved sentence.

If you were Kelt Mazarin anyways, as the man had not invented anything. Yet from this destruction a new up and coming company was made to fill the gaps, touted as taking all the best minds from the first one without any of the corporate corruption.

Thus Mazarin Pharmaceuticals came to be, and quickly grew its name with the safe version of the troubled medicine that took the last company down. They quickly took over the market that had been under their predecessor's control, even growing it once they proved to be an honest company that treated both consumers and employees right.

It had all come so fast, just twenty-two when Kelt had amassed a sizable chunk of money, not taking too much pay, as those within the company that did more work were seen as more deserving of it to him. Yet he had a long planned purpose for his wealth, and it was finally culminating.

He entered the little maintenance tunnel, it having been nearly three weeks since he was last here. He rounded the corner, seeing his sister obediently kneeling for him, though her blurred tail betrayed her true excitement. She opened her mouth, but Kelt waved a hand. As much as he would like to use her, and as much as she probably wanted to eat something different besides the enema rations he left her, they had things to do.

He instead smiled, and held out his hand.

Tekla froze, joy switching to shocked disbelief as she interpreted the gesture. She quickly stood, legs a touch shaky with haste and excitement. "Master?'' She asked hesitantly. Standing fully, her naked form was revealed. Unkempt, though not dirty, she had matured into a fine and beautiful young sergal. Shapely, curvy, busty and broad, you name it. Good sized tits, a nice round ass, and even better to the brother, a swollen belly of child. Tekla was heavily pregnant at this moment, belly rounded as she gently held it, demurely awed and excited face meeting her brother's cool smile.

He kept his hand out, waiting. "Come.''

Her hands were around his in an instant, a happy little squeal coming from the girl as she jumped up to hug him briefly before settling to anxious bounces at his side. He lead her through the tunnels, far beyond what she knew, entering a new world outside of her small scope.

That world became something else entirely when they reached a door, and Kelt opened it for her to step out of. She saw a car, some kind of van right by the entryway, it's rear doors open. Beyond that she saw a city at night, bright lights and signs, sounds and noises she had nearly forgotten.

"Get in the car.'' Was the short order given by the man behind her, placing a hand on her shoulder to rub it. "There will be plenty of time to look on the journey.''

She turned to face him, ears forward and tail wagging as a new joy spread over her angular face. "Y-You mean...''

That smile he wore continued to be genuine, "Yes. It's time to bring you to our new home.''

-

The ride was uneventful, boring and tedious, though to the young lady it was bewildering. Shapes and sounds she only had in her memories suddenly surrounded her in living motion. Her face was near constantly up against the dark tinted glass of the van's back and side windows, taking in the unfiltered world around her as Kelt drove down the country.

She had a soft dog-bed laid out in the back, something she happily curled up on when she could no longer keep her eyes open. They would stop occasionally, food packed and broken out for Kelt when they pulled off to the side of some deserted road. Kelt usually remained in silence as he deposited her pre-digested meals down her throat, a contrast to the bubbly girl who was seeing things above the dim tunnels she had known for a decade.

He disliked driving, at least long distances, finding it as annoying as most people. Yet he had the resources to simply fly to his destination, instead of driving from nearly the top to bottom of the entire country. Much like when moving houses, he had precious cargo to transport to the new abode he commissioned.

Tekla's wonder grew, the cold and snowy north she remembered and witnessed shifted to warmer greens and softer hills. Mountains still present, but rolling and lush, instead of jagged and barren. She felt the temperature grow warmer, elevation go higher, now surrounded by emerald forests and winding quaint roads.

Despite it being an arduous trip, for her it blended together, as just like they had started, they stopped. The door slammed as Kelt exited, opening her doors as she perked up from the dog bed she slept on. It was a lovely evening, crickets and nightlife chirping as he helped her down, her belly making some movements awkward.

She saw the darkened forest around her, a gravel driveway leading away. Before turning to face her new home, she looked up and saw the stars. They were more clear than she could have ever imagined them, seeing the faint clouds of the galaxy behind them in a glorious backdrop. It was beautiful, unlike anything she knew. And it was telling that they were very far from a city.

Then she turned, and took in her brother's greatest gift to her. A home. A house, almost a mansion. Not the biggest, definitely not the smallest. It was built with the scenery in mind, atop a pleasant mountain ridge, it's construction was primarily timber, stone and bark decorating the front. A two car garage was connected at an angle, shaped with the hill.

He led her inside, the entryway captivating. A wall to her left, a staircase to her right, but straight in was a room. Wide and spacious, it was nearly the entire floor, with great windows making up the back wall to give a wondrous view of the distant valleys and ridges. Walking forward into this chamber of wood and glass, gave her the glimpse of the sliding doors to her left, leading to a deck with couches and chairs. Further left was a modern kitchen with ornately modest wood cabinets and decor, glittering black granite countertops reflecting.

To the right from the entry was a wall, a door set on the right side of it to provide room for the imposing stone fireplace set in the middle, it's slate stack raising all the way to the tall peaked roof timbers. Kelt led his sister to the doorway there, revealing a pleasant bedroom, following the same decor style as the couches and chairs facing the fireplace in the main room. Sleek wood, carved but modern. A mansion emulating cabin rusticity to blend them together.

She saw the large bed and couldn't wait to lay upon it, stepping forward before her brother directed her to a sliding door, opening into a spacious bathroom with a large tub stood in the middle. A glass shower chamber resided behind it, with counters and mirrors on either side, matching the additional doors on either side. One led to the bathroom, the other a closet.

Yet those were of little importance now, as Tekla was being guided to the shower, and would soon feel the hot water raking over her pelt, soothing and cleaning her. Before she knew it, she was laid upon the bed, sinking into its softness and warmth of puffy blankets with a freshly shampooed body. Then a new heat settled in behind her, arms wrapping around her to grasp her breasts before drifting to rub her pregnant belly.

Her brother was here, behind her, holding her as they both lay in bed, in a nice house, in a truly dreamlike location. She had to pinch herself, and smiled from ear to ear when it hurt. She had been smiling through the pain for so long that the pain began making her smile.
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