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Yeah, so I've been sitting on this for awhile and I've come to accept that I'm never going to re-write it like I want to. Seeing as how I can't seem to maintain focus on my current projects, might as well clear some things that have been sitting finished for... two years, yeah. Obviously, it's old. Rough around the edges, all that jazz. But it's a key thing to get my world out there, and I do have a sequel that was made a bit more recently. In fact, I have a lot of stories in the world that got shelved until I figured out what I wanted to do with this one. \n\nSo here's to a little more proper debut to my Draahnkyrn world besides the isolated Prospect series (though that series is important to lore later down the line). It's my first, original world. Instead of saying that it's a tame version of Caela Nova, it's more apt to say Caela Nova is an extreme version of this one. This world's got all your favorite kinks; casualness, toilet stuff, cub, incest, rampant sex and lewdness, girls as breeding tools, basically anything requiring a lack of modesty paired with the ingenuity of an engineered 'perfect' species.\n\nYet there’s room in this world for serious storytelling as well, something I’ve had creeping up the back of my mind. This is the ‘modern’ era of the world, after the Cataclysm with drakes (Draahnkyrn) being free to live their kinky, slutty lives. But I do have ideas during the Cataclysm itself, and there is stuff I want to tell about the ‘mystery’ of the world. I don’t have much for such things yet, only a few test stories I’m not a huge fan of, but I’ll likely be throwing it all up eventually since I can’t finish any of my current projects.\n\nAlso to help better understand these twins (my first iteration of my black/white twins with names starting with A and V, pls disregard the other three iterations of the them in this world, I'm lazy with chars), this pretty much comes right off of the [url=https://www.furaffinity.net/view/39128499/]first thing I ever wrote[/url]. Sequel mentally at least, but that story shows their character dynamic in a much fewer amount of words.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "So who wants a fuckin novel, huh? Yeah, so I've been sitting on this for awhile and I've come to accept that I'm never going to re-write it like I want to. Seeing as how I can't seem to maintain focus on my current projects, might as well clear some things that have been sitting finished for... two years, yeah. Obviously, it's old. Rough around the edges, all that jazz. But it's a key thing to get my world out there, and I do have a sequel that was made a bit more recently. In fact, I have a lot of stories in the world that got shelved until I figured out what I wanted to do with this one.

So here's to a little more proper debut to my Draahnkyrn world besides the isolated Prospect series (though that series is important to lore later down the line). It's my first, original world. Instead of saying that it's a tame version of Caela Nova, it's more apt to say Caela Nova is an extreme version of this one. This world's got all your favorite kinks; casualness, toilet stuff, cub, incest, rampant sex and lewdness, girls as breeding tools, basically anything requiring a lack of modesty paired with the ingenuity of an engineered 'perfect' species.

Yet there’s room in this world for serious storytelling as well, something I’ve had creeping up the back of my mind. This is the ‘modern’ era of the world, after the Cataclysm with drakes (Draahnkyrn) being free to live their kinky, slutty lives. But I do have ideas during the Cataclysm itself, and there is stuff I want to tell about the ‘mystery’ of the world. I don’t have much for such things yet, only a few test stories I’m not a huge fan of, but I’ll likely be throwing it all up eventually since I can’t finish any of my current projects.

Also to help better understand these twins (my first iteration of my black/white twins with names starting with A and V, pls disregard the other three iterations of the them in this world, I'm lazy with chars), this pretty much comes right off of the first thing I ever wrote. Sequel mentally at least, but that story shows their character dynamic in a much fewer amount of words.", "writing": "Little prelude here, for both notes and content. While regular readers of mine might imagine that Caela Nova (formerly Holy Shit) is my supreme custom world, it's not. I dearly love that world, but this is my original personal world. Now, this story is from like, 2019 or some shit. It's the second thing I've ever written, so keep that in mind. However about a year ago I did a pretty major overhaul, so it should actually be readable. \n\nThis is my Draahnkyrn world, and it's basically CN, but minus all the extreme stuff. Casual sex/nudity, living toilets, [i]maybe[/i] utilities, idk. It's essentially all the kinks from CN but more happy and wholesome, with a focus on loving twincest. Basically, I made a world that could house almost every kink under the sun, then I made a bigass story within my harbor of sin. This current story does a decent job of introducing the world even though It's not really the way I want it to debut. Hopefully it does this without being too overbearing, but there is a lot being dropped in an unorganized manner. \n\nSo yeah, enjoy my one (and only) first person story, about a subby brother getting married to his twin in a kinky world.\n\n - Bonding - \n\nMom had burst into the room right at nine o' clock sharp, unable to contain herself. After all, it was her kids' big day! She had to wake us up by ripping the covers off and shouting as loud as she could. After that she had to untangle me from Verdant's full body snuggle. Patiently waiting for us to rouse from slumber, she resumed her giddiness and took orders for our birthday breakfast as soon as we could speak coherently. Verdant wanted waffles. He always wanted waffles, so I started to like them too just by sheer exposure.\n\nMom was bare naked, being a traditional drake and raised with the belief that her body deserved to be shown off. Such a lifestyle also complimented the paired beliefs that she use her body to please all who wish, her duty to fulfill our every need. This meant that she was probably the biggest slut ever seen, even more so than I am if you could believe it. But what mom has going for her that even I don't, is that she is a [i]completely[/i] traditional female. This meant she was born with the traditional female digestive system, and was designed to subsist entirely on our bodily waste, without producing any of her own.\n\nBeing the heartwarming sexy nympho that most traditional girls were, she was completely fine with this, not only raised to take pride in serving as a toilet, but she took a real shining to the traditional lifestyle. The best reward you can give her is your cock, and she makes sure nobody in her home goes unsatisfied, overjoyed to serve her family. Growing up with an equally traditional family, her own mother the family toilet and her father a proud man who liked to keep his girls collared, she thoroughly enjoyed her upbringing, and strove to be the best traditional drake she could be.\n\nThus she left to the kitchen to start the morning feast with a bounce in her step and a wiggle to her rear, knowing that she would only be fed once we were, her diet consisting of her own cooking, just... secondhand.\n\nI had pretty much just shaken off the last bit of drowsiness when Verdant turned to look at me and reached over to teasingly grope my balls, \"You belong to me tonight, but until then it's [i]our[/i] birthday. What would you like to do?'' \n\nI pondered the question, my own nearly identical package getting hard from my twin's display of dominance. Verdant moved his groping paw from my balls to my shaft and gave it a playful squeeze. I looked over at him, my twin, his head laid back and eyes closed, a look of cold interest on his face. \n\nHe has nice black fur, but from his elbows and knees down are a soft white, with a thin extension of the color shortly above the line of contrast. His underbelly is also white, from the underside of his muzzle, to his inner thighs, including the fur on his scrotum and under his tail, with a white tuft of fur on the tip. \n\nHe filled out a cute yet masculine butt with overall proportions being fairly average and a bit on the lean side. His horns came out the back of his head, flush with the top of it, then zig zagged down and back outward. I of course matched, but I feel like my ass was just a bit more plush, seeing as how much it was fucked by him. Whether I was plainly lucky with size or gained through experience, I didn't care, I just liked having a fuckable butt.\n\nHis eyes are a deep emerald, staring at me intently. I let my blue eyes trail downwards, taking in my identical twin's body, my body. He was beautiful, the way our patterns formed simple but eye-catching, the contrast of the white and black in our fur tantalizing. I looked further, taking in his morning wood. \n\nOur cocks were black and draconic, the smooth skin on them taught and somewhat shiny at all times, similar to skin of a dolphin or a shark thanks to the juices in our sheaths. Pointed tips, long imposing shafts, and a knot that swells to an immense girth. There's a reason that Drake dicks are known as `bitch breakers' on the interspecies porn scene. I loved every part of it, having plenty of experience in handling it. I placed my paw over my twins' squeezing hand and grasped my shaft with him. \n\n\"A little bit of half and half. A romantic anniversary date perhaps? After which you can pound my ass through the floor.'' I looked at his face just in time to see the dominant persona disappear.\n\n\"Perfect. Did you have anywhere in mind? I wouldn't mind dinner and a movie.'' Verdant said as he smiled lovingly. He met my eyes, \"After I'm done with you tonight, I'm dropping the dom act for awhile. This is our special night, and I want us to be together, the real us.''\n\n\"You're already doing more than I could ask just by keeping it up while we fuck. You don't have to clear it with me to be yourself.'' I assured him.\n\n\"Thank you Azure. Tonight is going to be something else, more than special. I got some presents for us, and can't wait to give them to you.'' Verdant said, leaning over and rubbing his muzzle into mine, the dominant personality completely gone. We romantically rubbed our snouts, just taking in each other's presence. \n\n\"It is for the best that we get some nice time together, before you leave.'' I whispered as no small amount of sorrow filled me.\n\nVerdant's eyes began showing the same signs of worry and anxiety. It would be tough for us being separated. The longest we've gone without seeing each other was two weeks and that was terrible for us. I always feel lost without my twin, unsure about anything. \n\nFeeling like half of my mind, half of myself is missing. But at least I had mom and sis. I had family to take care of, but Verdant... he's going to be alone. This will test us, test him. Not only is he leaving the country, he has an important position that can reflect how our society is viewed. \n\nHe will be under immense stress and I can't even hold his hand, much less give him a relief handjob. I know we're both worrying about the same thing, that thing being each other, but that's how we are. We are twins after all. As usual my thoughts had drifted as I looked into his eyes, both of us having an unspoken conversation with them. He closed his and lifted himself off the bed. With the mood now a bit somber, we started the day.\n\n-\n\nWe left to the kitchen and dining room, mom getting started on our birthday breakfast. I grunted as we sat down, watching my sister round the corner from the living room. Sis didn't have a name yet, a drake choosing their name once they are deemed mature. She had our colors, black and white, but had mom's body with her trademark pink spots. At school she was known as \"little pink'' or some variation of it. Sis looked at me, a bit reluctant as I nodded towards the table. \n\nShe was usually a good girl, and we were raising her to be as good a girl as her mother, but she was still a bit reluctant to carry out her duties as a traditional drake. She gave the quietest sound of exasperation and dropped to all fours, crawling under the table. I sighed softly as I felt her begin gently licking my balls, getting me hard again for my morning service.\n\nWhen she had finally been going long enough to get me throbbing, beginning to timidly suck me like mom showed her, I sat back in my chair and drifted away into my thoughts. Three days. Three days until Verdant leaves. Three days until the end of the world. Neither of us would be able to visit until the first month had passed. That month was going to be hell. \n\nI could only pray that our time apart wouldn't change us. I snapped out of it and looked over to my twin, unsurprisingly seeing his face ponder that same reality. I reached over and placed my hand on his. He looked up, not smiling, but I knew he was eternally grateful. We always knew what the other felt.\n\nThen plates of waffles descended upon us. Verdant's eyes lit up, taking in the feast. That was all it took for my own joy to be replenished, pushing the previous thoughts away. Sure, it's in three days, but it's not [i]today[/i]. As we dug in I noticed mom crawling down to service Verdant much like sis was tending to me. Over the food, we solidified our plans. We would go out on a date for lunch at a local diner that we had been going to almost our entire lives. The locals there knew us well, my brother especially, and would likely want to congratulate us.\n\nAfter all, we're to be Bonded tonight. I will not let the future ruin our birthday, our Bondage. After the date, we will come home and watch a movie together or something where mom is welcome to `join' if she wants. Then the fun begins. Verdant said he'd turn the persona up to 11 and fuck me up good. I shivered just thinking about it. Then once we've gotten our rough fuck done, the Bonding begins. \n\nTypically Bonding is done with family or very close friends in a somewhat public situation, the witnesses usually never more than ten. We would have two. We will go out to the backyard with a thick blanket. Mom will take our fingerprints on the Bondage Certificate and she and sis would sit as our witness, their job being to happily watch us make love under the sunset. After Verdant knots me, we might stay out and watch the stars together, taking in being [i]very[/i] deeply joined, and fully Bonded in spirit, body, blood, and now law. \n\nOf course being twins we kinda cheated, being born bonded by everything but the law. But tonight we will truly be one. I get my wish with Verdant dominating me beforehand, then Verdant gets his when we have a slow sensual fuck in the yard. I found it funny that his kink turned out to be wholesomeness. He's too good for this world. Then again, I suppose that's why he was elected. \n\nWith both girls in the house wetly sucking our dicks, me and Verdant stuck to routine and began releasing our bladders directly into their mouths. We both sighed, the feeling of pissing into the warm flesh wrapped around our shafts pure bliss. I heard deep, fast, and loud gulps start up simultaneously under us. \n\nI could feel my sister's mouth squeeze my length, feel every inch of her throat constrict around my shaft with each heavy swallow of my warm bitter liquid. Her near-choking gulps were far more frantic than mom's, sis still being young and having trouble with my volume. She'll get better with time, and she knew if she spilled it would be a time-out. I helped a little by grabbing her skull and tugging her deeper, going right down her neck so that she didn't have to swallow. It was our big day, I wanted to make sure she wouldn't be stuck upstairs sitting on her time-out anal stretcher.\n\nHer noises became much more guttural now that my tip was poking her neck out, her body heaving with the forceful torrent blasting into her gullet. Her belly started to slightly pump out from her young frame as all the piss drained down her throat. Our streams finally died down, both girls still sucking for a bit longer to make sure they drank every drop of our urine. \n\nSis detached as soon as my hands stopped holding her lips to my sheath, yanking noisy from the deepthroat. A bit later, mom crawled up from under the table after my brother grunted a bit, standing up with cum dripping from her lips. After swiping a tongue around to clean them, she nuzzled Verdant, making sure to bury his face between her breasts, before taking the dishes and starting to clean the kitchen. \n\nSis crawled up then, right as my belly gurgled. Seems that the waffles were working quickly, and I had been stewing last night's dinner for her. Of course, sis was being raised as a traditional girl like mom, whether she wanted it or not, and that meant she ate my shit for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Mom was usually fed by Verdant.\n\nI saw her glance at me with that look, that look of childlike stubbornness. Ugh, come on sis, it's just some feces, half the female population eats it, you can too. I swear, it's like Verdant with vegetables all over again. Before she could scamper off, I stood. \"Hey sis, ready for breakfast?''\n\nShe paused, eyes closing before opening and looking at her little paws, flitting up to mine after a moment. \"Sure...'' she said with absolutely no enthusiasm.\n\nI smiled, \"Careful sis, if mom hears you so glum about being fed, she's liable to put you in time-out anyways.''\n\nThe little kit's back straightened then, hazel eyes quickly zooming over to look at mom's turned back, washing things in the sink. With a sigh of resolve, sis grabbed my wrist and began leading me away to the living room. Now that she was eight, she wasn't allowed to have me go on a plate and let her eat it at her own pace, now she had to take it right from the hole. She liked to do it in the couch spot, which made it easier for her by not allowing her much movement.\n\nI stopped letting her pull me just as we stood before the couch, wanting to wait for the others first. This way we could give both girls breakfast at the same time. I took a seat on the couch in the meantime, pulling sis into my lap and gently groping her developing breasts and young body to pass the time. Verdant walked past eventually, leaning down and kissing my nose before taking a seat next to me. He started petting sis on her head and neck and began talking to me. \n\n\"The worst part of leaving the country is that I have to use a regular toilet [i]all[/i] the time, I don't know how the Common Species do it. Sitting on a cold hard seat, the water splashing back up. Having to wipe afterwards? It's ridiculous.'' Sis gave us both a look as I chuckled. \n\n\"And don't even get me started on urinals. It just splashes back into your fur. It's bad enough that I'm going to have to wear regular clothes too. They're always too hot, I always get stuffy wearing anything besides drake outfits. Ugh.'' Verdant threw his head back with his teeth bared and tongue out in mock disgust. \n\nHe was just trying to lighten the mood with a bit of humor. Sis even let out a `heh' from the clothes part. Verdant sighed drearily as a new silence came, \"I hope that the clothes package gets here in time. I don't exactly have much professional attire.''\n\nIf there's one thing this family decided upon completely, it's that clothes suck more dick than mom. Unfortunately being in public office, especially in a diplomatic setting, required clothing except in complete privacy due to the other species and nations annoying modesty. Not only would Verdant be alone, and under stress, but he would be uncomfortable most of the time, not a fan of full body clothing, like all drakes are. Our clothes do however still give a good show, as any drake made garment was designed to expressly show off or enhance what was beneath it.\n\nBut he accepts it. This is his big chance to make a change in how the other species see us. They see a bunch of sex-crazed madmen that enslave all the women, something ridiculous. Girls are full citizens with rights and freedoms, they just get claimed instead of married, as homosexuality is the default. We were made to save the world, generations of manufactured male drakes giving their lives to ensure the peace we have today. The female models were made as an afterthought once the mass production ended, so we could reproduce naturally.\n\nNobody wanted a girl though, as males were the only option initially, the only preference, so instead they claimed the women to breed. This is by means of a domestic contract, basically saying that in return for the girl providing her body, the guy would provide a higher standard of living than if she were unclaimed. Like claiming a dependent for taxes, but with a lot more sex and submission. The girls loved it though, drakes being total sluts, both male and female. \n\nWe heard mom finish the dishes and saw her walk towards us. Mom always likes to present herself, taking pride in the body she was born with. She had the same snowy white fur as our secondaries but as her primary, accompanied with gray underbelly tones, and she lacked the forelimb secondary color. Those came from dad. Mom was also adorned with a smattering of little pink spots around her more intimate areas, across her ass, and on the sides of her muzzle, she was cute as a girl and lovely as a woman. \n\nMom was the embodiment of a traditional girl, a true slut by other words. Not forced into being a sexual object like the Commons see it, but rather accepting that sex was a beautiful and enjoyable part of life. Thus by extension, the drake body should be, and is, cherished and displayed for all to appreciate, resulting in our society being built around a near absence of modesty. \n\nShe walked with her hips swaying to and fro, anyone behind her seeing her bountiful rear jiggle with every step. She made sure to push her bust out, rotating her torso just enough with each step to send her heavy D breasts wobbling to the sides. While me and Verdant were obviously ass-men through and through, her tits were breathtaking, her entire form a paradigm of the matronly shape. \n\nWe both stopped talking and stared, eyes drinking in her little show. I became jealous that she could display her form so perfectly like that, and I really wanted to get another lesson in how to replicate her catwalk strut. She smiled, her freshly cleaned teeth gleaming, as she saw us take in every inch of her form. Mom stopped in front of the couch we sat on and held her breasts seductively, squeezing and groping them in front of us.\n\n\"Heh, I'm glad my looks can still make my kits stop and stare.'' Halcyon said while turning around and placing her fingers just under her asscheeks, sending them bouncing. Her shaking globes revealing the base of a buttplug hidden under her tail. \"Makes me happy I can make the gayest pair I know pop boners.'' She said as she looked back at us, eyeing both of our growing lengths. \n\n\"Damn mom. You make quite the temptress,'' Verdant said, reaching his hands out to grope her ass. \"But today is for me and Azure, I'm saving all I have for him. Sorry.'' He said as he stood up and smacked mom's rear instead, a loud clap echoing around the room that was followed by a moan from her. \n\nShe stopped her teasing, her motherly smile returning and just nodded her head. Verdant pointed to one of the two cracks in between seat cushions on the couch. \"And while we would love a show, I'm sure you're hungry.'' He said with a bit of force. I could tell he was warming up his dominant personality for tonight. \n\nI think mom kinda likes him like that too, she said it reminded her of how her father would use her. Mom blushed and proceeded to sit on the floor, her back against the front of the couch, with her head aligned with the seat crack. She tilted her head back and pushed it in between the cushions, eventually the top of her mouth the only thing protruding from the seam. \n\nVerdant sat back down, making sure his asshole landed squarely on her lips before settling his full weight down. From here it just looked like he was sitting on the couch normally. Until you heard the slurping anyways. \n\nVerdant's eyes closed and let out a sigh, feeling mom's tongue start lapping his hole, making sure the entire exposed outside was spotless and shiny with spit. He then visibly relaxed, his ears leveling out, back slouching into the couch, and his shoulders dropping. A muted grumble and gassy noise was the only indication I got that he was shitting down mom's throat. She made sure to tenderly caress his thighs as he fed her, her own gut eventually gurgling from a big breakfast, rounding out ever so slightly as it packed in beside his piss.\n\nAs I was watching him, my own bowels gurgled and sis's tummy rumbled. She was hungry, and I had to drop a load, an aligning of interests. I stopped groping her breasts and let her stand up, joining her in standing. She followed mom's lead and did the same position with the other cushion gap. When her mouth was the only part of her face I could see and her hands gave me thumbs up, I sat down. I lowered myself onto her, my cheeks spread and rim straining, trying to line up her lips to my hole. \n\nAt first contact it was wet and cold. Oops, that's her nose, I thought as I slid my tailhole lower. I found it then, with a little bit of help as her tongue guided me in. I felt a lick on my hole, and then suddenly it was surrounded by a wet warmth. I fully settled my weight down, pushing my rim against her lips, gravity making a perfect seal. I felt her huffing in deep breaths from my rear and relaxed. \n\nThis one wasn't particularly runny or dense. It was the consistency most Drakes are known for, mushy enough to break up or squish around if a toilet couldn't handle it, but solid enough to push itself down the open throat of an experienced toilet slut. Sis was just now getting to the point where I could just shit continually down her throat. It takes skill to open an esophagus like that while still keeping the airways open to breathe. Or alternatively, building the lung capacity to out-do the time it took a guy to shit.\n\nAfter her plate-eating phase up until kindergarten, we would gently shit into her mouth until it filled and stopped, letting her chew and swallow before we added any more. But nowadays, she was required to go all the way with no stops, and I enjoyed it better that way. As my rim crackled with a soft flurp of gasses escaping into her mouth, my first log started to push through. It passed cleanly and went right through her connected lips. There's something primally wonderful about dropping a fat shit into a mouth sealed to your ass, just letting it all out with no concern. \n\nThe log slid over her tongue, brushing past the inside of her teeth and slowly marching its way to the back of her throat. I could feel her facial muscles contort over the flavor of my waste spreading over her taste buds. She was still younger than ten years, most girls don't fully appreciate the intense flavors of sewage until their twenties. \n\nThe head of the first thick chunk should have reached the back of her mouth now. I could feel her huff a deep breath of ass-air to open her air pipes as the shit started to descend into her esophagus. I was impressed, just yesterday she still had a gag reflex when the shit hit her throat. She really is growing up. It might be time to let her choose her name. I wondered what she would choose while pumping a load of feces down her throat and into her belly, the initial deposit now laying cozily in her stomach. \n\nDid she remember to use her tongue to cut break points into the stuff? It's going to be a painful toilet session for her if she didn't. The breaks let denser logs snap and pile up in her stomach instead of just pushing against her walls harder as more went through her. I then felt her shift below me, and looked down. I saw a single protrusion coming out of her piss swollen belly. She was wiggling her torso, moving that strong tip around. That explains it, her belly is full of piss already, break points would help, but not by much. \n\nShe was trying to move around enough to snap the dense log into smaller pieces that would fit better. I grunted and pushed the unbroken cylinder of waste harder, trying to give her the extra force to break it. All while this is going she's making some truly horrid gurgles and gacks, making me push harder out of concern. I saw the protrusion shift until it diminished, then vanished sharply as the log finally gave, quickly disappearing. Her arms stiffened under me and I could feel her relief at no longer having the spear of shit pushing against her stomach lining. \n\nAs I gave her open lips the last bit I had, her relief was reduced by the increasingly large load, no doubt filling her to the point of discomfort. A lot of my shit was stuffing up her belly, maybe a foot or two if unbroken, just above average size for a drake thanks to our inefficient digestion. I let her continue to swallow any chunks stuck in her throat, making sure she also sucked out any deep intestine gas from my bowels as well. I felt her inhale the air in from my slightly open rectum, removing any need for me to push, and mentally made a note to reward her for her progress in being a toilet.\n\nMeanwhile my attention was taken back to Verdant, as he made one of his cute happy hums from mom's tongue licking his insides. He was done transferring the contents of his bowels to her throat, so now she was cleaning up. Mom would get her tongue over every inch of his colon, making sure to grab any chunk of clingy waste. Most days she would also stimulate his prostate with her oral ministrations when he was clean, but he had made it clear he was saving his cum for me like the sweet brother he was.\n\nAfter sis settled down, she also got to work cleaning my butt out just like mom was doing to Verdant. We put some TV on while they tongued our guts clean.\n\n\"So we're good with Trenton's for lunch?'' I asked my brother as some commercials came on. \n\n\"Yeah, that sounds like a plan. I bet Trenton would like to congratulate us. You decide on a movie for when we get back?'' \n\n\"Not sure yet. I think some classics would be good.''\n\n\"Oh? How classic? We talking like, movies from our childhood? Or human movies?''\n\n\"Human. They have some really good comedy. What about Hot Fuzz?''\n\n\"Good thing you said human, otherwise I would have thought you meant the much more [i]adult[/i] Hot Fuzz. Works for me, I always like seeing human stuff, they were so weird.'' He said as he looked at me lovingly.\n\n\"Quite.'' I shot him a devilish smirk, \"Orrrr, we could watch that documentary on their history...'' I stuck my tongue out teasingly as he groaned, \"You know I'm interested in the great mystery of why they disappeared. And their civilization is [i]fascinating[/i]. Just think of a [i]single[/i] species as the only intelligent life, and they still had wars and stuff!'' Yeah, I liked getting fucked till I bled, but man ancient history was awesome. Having my butt filled with my bro's dick isn't the [i]only[/i] interest I had.\n\nVerdant rolled his eyes at me, \"I believe the word you meant was [i]boring[/i]. Sure, it's all spooky and mysterious that they up and vanished, but a documentary is a documentary. Lame. Besides, it is astounding that our history channel just re-runs that stuff from the human one. Even in their time it was silly and lame. Sometimes I wish their digital records left with them.''\n\n\"Pffft. But then our own tech and development would be stunted. It took them multiple thousands of years to reach where we got just after five centuries. If anything, I think it's even [i]wilder[/i] that all their records and data were still there and easily accessible, yet nothing mentions what happened to them. Like, we can still access their social media, see what lives they lived, yet none of us ever saw one in reality, and never will. Isn't that just... [i]cool[/i]?''\n\nI could see that gloss go over Verdant's eyes, \"Yeah, I guess.'' I just shook my head, I didn't get why thinking all that was crazy interesting was so unshared between us.\n\n\"You just don't have respect for knowledge brother. I'm sure if I made a documentary about how best to fuck me, you'd be all over it.'' I chuckled at him, his own smile breaking through his exaggerated look of disdain. We didn't really say much else while we let the girls clean us out, just pushed our heads forward to playfully boop out snouts together.\n\nThe wet noises emanating from our assholes came to a crescendo as the long tongues of our family cleaned our colons with gusto. I could feel sis get in deep, her tongue licking every inch of my walls. I noticed her working around a certain spot, likely trying to dislodge a chunk of poop to swallow. They were near the end of the cleaning service, speeding up their tongue wiggles resulting in loud schlicks coming out of our seated butts. Mom started rubbing Verdant's thighs again, signaling to him that his anal cavity was as spotless as the day he was born. \n\nI felt Sis calm her tongue and slowly pull it out, swirling it around my passage as it exited. Once her tongue retracted to her own mouth, she gave my outer rim some more gentle licks, making sure everything was spit shined and clean. I looked over to see Verdant's cock throbbing, his eyes half lidded and tongue out. Mom was a master at the tongue swirl, no doubt he was in bliss from her experienced movements deep within his bowels. \n\nHe shuddered and a bit of pre-cum splurted out of his erect member. At that point, I'm pretty sure that mom was just rimming his hole tenderly. He sighed and slumped back into the couch, his onyx shaft twitching. And that's the sign that mom had kissed his rim lovingly and was gently sucking his tailhole until he was ready to get up. I felt Sis finish up, also kissing my hole like mom taught her too. I sighed and leaned down to pat Sis' round tummy. \n\nI slowly lifted my cheeks off of her, a wet schlorp following the separation of her wet lips from my soaked hole. I stood to my full height, reaching my arms over my head and stretching out, standing on the tip of my paws and thrusting my hips out, giving a flex to my own cock. A thick line of spit was trailing from my glistening rim back to Sis' mouth protruding from the couch. I looked over and nodded to Verdant, still shivering in the couch as mom sucked his ass. He looked up and nodded back, reaching to pat mom's breasts to tell her to finish up. \n\nI walked past them and leaned down, quickly taking the tip of my twin's drooling member in my mouth. I gave him a brotherly suck, cleaning the pre off his length, before popping it back out of my jaws. The look on his face was priceless, I gave him a wink and kissed his tip before continuing to head to our room. \n\nHe too roused himself, lifting his ass off of our mother. As he stood, she pulled her head up and sucked in the spit trail until she had her mouth to his ass again. She gave his crack a full lick and then kissed his pucker goodbye, smiling her motherly smile into her son's asscheeks. He turned as she stood, giving her a hug. She embraced him back, then patted him on the back as he followed me.\n\nFirst we took our shower, together of course. We made a habit of always washing the other twin, as we were more confident of handing the other's body. We made sure every stroke of shampoo spreading was a sensual affair, always rubbing our near copy's form lovingly. \n\nIt wasn't uncommon for us to start fucking halfway through a shower. I had already washed Verdant, who was currently pressed against my back with his arms wrapped around me, his paws softly rubbing shampoo into my abdomen with his head resting on my shoulder next to mine. As I was panting from his caresses, I felt the usual rush of blood to my loins, my member slowly hardening. Verdant purred in my ears, and let a paw trail downwards, stopping just before my base. \n\nHe scritched my pubic area, building up a lather and then moved his paw to gently grab my length. I exhaled as I felt him wrap his fingers around me, twitching and bouncing in his grasp. He rubbed the side of his face into mine and asked, \"Should this shower have a happy ending, or do you also want to save it for tonight?''\n\nI thought about it, realizing that as the self-declared bottom it didn't matter if I came now. I certainly wanted to, with being all worked up from his sensational shampooing. But then I realized I wanted him to not let me cum even more. \"No. Keep going, but don't let me cum.'' \n\n\"Good boy.'' Verdant said, his dominant persona coming to the front stage. Those two words alone nearly sent me over the edge.\n\nHe then began to slowly move his hand around my length, making sure every inch was covered in the soap. Each movement calculated to stimulate me as much as possible without becoming too much. He knew my dick well, just as I knew his. He knew how to twist his grip at that exact spot about halfway down that really got me going. He knew to rub his thumb in gentle circles on my pointed head. He knew the perfect action to take for every inch of my length. \n\nIt was working. I became hyper sensitive, every touch setting my nerves on fire with need. But he was diligent, keeping me just below the threshold of climax. He gently pumped my cock for a minute, letting me get the closest to release I would have until tonight. I shook in his arms, feeling his own hard-on pulsing between my asscheeks. \n\nI panted heavily, on the verge of cumming, when he stopped. He took his paw away from my member, the rushing water replacing his soft pawpads. I whimpered as I was kept so close, yet so far. His paw went lower and started to grope my balls. He worked the soap into my scrotum as I whined helplessly, my painfully erect cock twitching in the open.\n\n\"Hush now. You haven't earned the right to cum yet.'' He continued to knead my balls. \"Does it tingle? Tingle like you should have cum already, but haven't?''\n\nI nodded, breathlessly. My knot was at its un-inserted max girth, my cock ready to cum, but lacking that elusive last touch.\n\n\"Good. Those are the tingles of a good brother, who knows their place. You live to please me, your own pleasure is nothing.''\n\nI whimpered again, I pushed my hips back, grinding his shaft against my rim. A wordless plea. \n\n\"No. You don't get to ask when I fuck you. I will when I want, and that is not right now.'' He continued to hotdog his dick in-between my cheeks, his tip pushing against my pucker before sliding away. So close.\n\nHe finished lathering my balls, and pulled away. Unwrapping his arms and proceeding with the shower as usual. I stayed erect the entire time, helplessly twitching, begging for a release that wasn't coming. Verdant turned up the already sensual soaping to a new level. Every stroke, every caress, every rub kept my passion aflame, setting my nerves to a heat I so rarely felt. \n\nAs he got on his knees and stroked down my legs, making sure to tenderly massage every bit, I strained against the need to rub my length through his fur, get some form of stimulation. As he lifted my leg and washed my pawpads, I fought the urge. As he worked his way back up and started soaping my butt, he gently groped my cheeks. It was unbearable. I loved every second of it. \n\nWhen he was finished he helped rinse me off, both of us ending up face to face. I used my tail to turn the water off as we kissed, my throbbing shaft poking into Verdant's underbelly fur. He reached his hands down and took one of my buttcheeks in each hand, gently squeezing me, timing it with the twitches of my cock pressed against him. He broke the kiss and looked at me proudly.\n\n\"Good boy.'' He whispered before resuming the kiss. I was putty in his hands. I let him shove his tongue down my throat, sucking his spit down. I belonged to him. I belonged to my twin, and existed for his pleasure. \n\nHe broke the kiss for a final time, pulling his tongue out of my loosened neck and releasing my ass. He nodded his head towards the door. I opened the shower door and stepped out. I took a towel from the rack as he exited and began drying him off. His eyes never left my still throbbing shaft. After he was dry, I dried myself. \n\nThen I brushed my twins' fur, grooming him to be the beautiful brother that's going to knot me tonight. Claim me fully tonight. My groin was still tingling and needy, my length bouncing from my movements. After his fur was perfect, he brushed my back, then stopped. He left and sat on our bed, patting his lap. I nodded and smiled, ears perking up and tail wagging, and sat down on my brother's lap, my erection pointing out of my pressed thighs. \n\nHe started grooming my fur then, much like I did to his, while holding me close in his lap. As he tenderly brushed my pelt, he took my hand and held it. Both of us watched as my dick slowly softened while in his presence. I shivered with such an arousal going away without being satisfied, but his hand squeezed mine, making the sensitive tingles bearable with his calming reassurance. God, that fading rise and his warm body against mine... Fuck, just the best.\n\nI melted in his embrace, whimpering as he took care of me. After my own fur was in tip top shape, I looked down remorsefully to my flaccid shaft retreating into my sheath, still burning with desire. Verdant leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, snapping me out of it, his persona gone again in prep of the date. I smiled again and stood up, Verdant following suit.\n\nAfter a half hour shower, we were ready for the day. I went to my bedside table, as Verdant went to his, and we grabbed our smart watches from their charging port. Then we went back into the bathroom, and opened our saline containers and put on the AR contacts. \n\nThese contacts have screens on them, allowing a HUD or augmented reality. They link up with the watches and provide full visuals for the device. Nobody wants a big screen on a watch, and not too many people wear clothes in rural areas like ours so an alternative for pockets was needed. \n\nWith the economic and scientific success of the Draahnkyrn Republic, why not go overkill on these things? Now cleaned and groomed, watches acquired, we threw on some shorts that left the crotch uncovered to show the underwear we wore, similar to a jockstrap, but made to be usable as an individual garment with stylized colors and made out of a high-grade material. These underwear were not meant to be kept hidden. \n\nWe finished the outfit with some black open chested vests that had red lines on the edges. While we would prefer to go naked, and while that is perfectly acceptable, we were both in public office. We had to have a tad bit more standards than most, our outfits still quite revealing thanks to the shorts that displayed our bulges through the all-weather underwear. We looked over at each other and headed out on our date together.\n\n-\n\nAs we came out and headed for the front door, mom took a break from her chores to wave us goodbye. \"Have fun you two! Make sure to come back before dark if you want time to watch a movie before your Bondage!'' She said, joy filling her voice again.\n\n\"Yes, [i]mom[/i].'' We said in unison, returning her wave and smile. We unlocked the door and stepped outside into the cool fall weather. Drakes are physically well built, their military physique not dissipating after all the generations after the initial Cataclysm. The cafe we wanted to go to was only a few miles away, and we could use the exercise. Drakes really only use vehicles for commercial or long range purposes. Besides, the place wasn't far enough to make us even break a sweat while jogging there. \n\nSo we set off, setting a calm yet brisk pace towards our destination and chatting along the way. The wind blew through our fur, blowing it around as we bounded with every step of our long digitigrade legs. We passed a couple of other Drakes, some of whom were naked, getting greetings and compliments in passing. We appreciated the approving looks and words people gave us about our bodies, but the only eyes that mattered to us were each other's. As we entered the main street of our small town, we slowed to a walk and held each other's hand as we travelled the last step of our journey. \n\nAs we walked through the somewhat crowded streets, many of the numerous passerbys treated us to compliments and loving thumbs-ups. Most of them giving us \"Awwww, you two look so cute together!'' or \"Well aren't you two just adorable today!'' Most of the locals knew us, mostly because of Verdant's new job, but we both held office in the local government as our town's representatives to the higher ministries. Not the mayor, that was still a thing and was a good friend of ours, but we were just as important despite not being leadership. \n\nEvery knowledgeable citizen of our town should know our names, and we made sure to get out often so they knew our faces as well. We've been told that we have some of the best PR out there. We reached a point where if anyone said \"The Twins,'' they usually referred to us. Granted, it helps that identical twins are exceedingly rare. We were known as the `Autumn Twins' nationally, taking part of our town's name with us, though we weren't household names beyond our city limits or anything.\n\nIt had helped our initial campaign out when we were fourteen and wanted to make a name for ourselves. Especially after the news of our father going around town. He was a local business owner that supplied most of the general goods for the town when it was smaller. Everyone knew him as a wise and proud man, and he was a centerpiece of our small town's social scene. Women always told mom she was lucky she caught his eyes when they were ten. So when his unfortunate fate became known, neighbors and residents came to help mom out while she was still grieving, dad's death impacting her greatly. \n\nBut this way everyone knew us before we ran for the Representative position. We were his twin kits, an exceptional rarity with Drake's engineered genetics. So pure and adorable, home grown here in Autumn Ridge. We became a part of the town just as much as dad was. When we announced that we were [i]together[/i] on our fifteenth birthday, it melted their hearts. \n\nBut even then as we were fifteen, we won the election easily. Of course, it should be noted that drake maturity is generally considered to be around ten to thirteen. While still obviously being a teenager, our minds are sharp and our bodies developed enough internally, thanks again to being bioengineered for mass production initially. It was also a bit of a sport, being a rep mostly just meant giving speeches and serving as a relay to the federal system, mostly just a name to sign off on paperwork, without any real leadership responsibilities.\n\nThe rest of the walk was filled with more greetings and waves. There were a few good wishes for Verdant's promotion, with even fewer congratulations about tonight's events. We were open, but didn't broadcast our lives. But it was hard to keep a secret like that considering our position and popularity. Honestly, we're just happy that our raging twincest is accepted, even on the national scale of the Representative Ministry. Incest is very common, but most people don't Bond to their family for life, much less twins considering how rare they are. Bonding to a relative is usually seen as lazy and unsociable. \n\nBut for us, everyone says it adds to our charm, and that it's perfectly logical that we grew closer after dad died, even though we were inseparable from the start. After seeing how happy we are, most of the town also believes we were made for each other, embracing our relationship with open arms. Though we were pained by losing our father, we wouldn't have it any other way. He made our dreams real, gave us the opportunity to love each other openly, the opportunity to be happy. We doubt he would change a thing either.\n\nWe kept walking down the quaint streets, our little city having the style of a remote and peaceful small town in the southern American Republic. Previously the United States of America when the planet's only sapient species was humans, it went away with the rest of the human civilization once they supposedly abandoned the planet. To our best guess anyways, we know they were less than smart with the sustainability of their resource extraction and population. We also could see the increased interest in space exploration in their archives leading to the species vanishing, but a mass evacuation would surely be documented, right? \n\nI mean, we know their final gift of the Genetic Uplift that made the Common Species that then made us. Granting their sapience to some compatible fauna, almost like they were trying to keep life going, but knowing theirs was unsustainable. There were just so many questions and interesting thoughts about them, I so often dream of their mystery. Anyways, the American territory was reclaimed by various species of Cervines and Avians initially, they were the first to develop in the area and are more common, the local population of other ferals not having much compatibility with the uplift. \n\nThe new state now follows the same tenets of its predecessor, welcoming all species in with open arms. We always wanted to visit someday, most of the American's infrastructure was still of human construction, kept maintained over the vast swathes of time, something that always interested us. Much of Drake territory had to be built from scratch, as we were given the smoldering ruins of something the humans called Russia. I would have liked to see this place before the destruction, as that was something of our doing actually. Well, not [i]ours[/i], the drakes, but instead the Commons' actions. \n\nWe made it work though, and while most of our architecture was based off of modified and updated human blueprints, we still had a certain style we mixed in. Knowing I had to focus on the present day and moment, I looked at our reflection in a store window as we passed, hand in hand. What a nice day to go out, the sun was shining, a cool breeze swept around, just perfect weather. \n\nThe sky was clear enough that you could see some of the derelict orbital weapons platforms hidden in the deep blue, a reminder of how this land was devastated once. I returned my gaze forward, watching passerbys, glad those stations were shut down after the Cataclysm. Commons were foolish to try and utilize old human weapons, their will for destruction continues to be vastly underestimated.\n\nInstead, my attention was now grabbed by those walking by us. This was a traditional town filled with traditional drakes, as such, there were a good amount of people not wearing any clothes, both male and female. Otherwise the bulk of the outfits we saw were similar to ours, revealing but modest enough. Some guys wore only thongs or modern loincloths, most girls wore generally skimpy outfits as well. \n\nShort shorts or skin tight garments that showed their form off, somewhat see-through tops, and all of them went braless. Nipples poked out of all clothes, and camel toes were everywhere. Some women really embraced the traditional lifestyle like mom, wearing nothing, or something specifically designed to cover [i]juuuust[/i] enough, or barely anything at all. A recent brand of general-purpose bikinis were trending, a few cropping up in the humble populace.\n\nOne woman, not a drake but a green and tan lizard species actually, was wearing what can only be described as the skimpiest version of a suit. More like a V-string bathing suit but the straps were shaped like the lapels on a suit jacket as it ran down her chest and over the middle of her breasts, tucking underneath them to join the thin second V-shaped fabric that went to her crotch. The only other thing she wore were lovely nylon stockings on her arms and legs, leaving her shoulders, most of her torso, and all of her hips exposed with a good amount of cheek open for gawking on the backside. \n\nThere was also a little replication of a suit shirt and tie under the thin jacket straps around her neck. The collared shirt was short and went down to the start of her cleavage and ended in yet another V shape, the tie continuing over it and vanishing between her sizable boobs. I was a little surprised to see a non-drake here, and wearing something that a Common would find so demeaning. \n\nOf course I shouldn't have been, as it was not uncommon for people of other species and nations to come here to experience the sexually liberating lifestyle, most coming here specifically so they could wear outfits like that as their standard work uniform. Though it was strange seeing her here, in Autumn Ridge. Most of those people would still stay in the urban areas of the nation, not come all the way out to our local spot. Either our new lizard girl was very adventurous for a Common, or little Autumn Ridge isn't so little as the image we have of it.\n\nI had to chuckle, as Verdant actually stopped to talk to her, asking where she got that outfit. She of course didn't know, just telling him that it was her old office's traditional style uniform. She recognized us of course and said she was a new hire to the courthouse and offered to find out. She could run next door to the town hall, where we work, to tell us herself on Monday, to which Verdant thanked her profusely. I smirked at his eagerness to obtain that suit and clapped him on the back gently and got ready to give him some grief.\n\n\"Just had to try and get your hands on it huh? I knew you would want it the second she came around that corner. I'm surprised you didn't ask her to just get naked and give it to you.'' \n\nHe turned to look at me as our pace slowed a bit, his eyes darting back behind us to watch the girl's ass jiggle around. \"I was close to, but you know, she's a new face and a foreigner. She definitely came here for a certain set of reasons considering the big-ass smile she has while wearing that thing down a crowded road, but it's better not to push and become the false image the Commons have of us. Besides, we're of pretty high standing in this town, and she now also works for the town. There will be plenty of time to get to know her and her wardrobe.'' My previous smirk was met with one of equal if not greater magnitude. \n\nI snuck one last glance at the girls ample backside, her green scales glittering in the noon sun. \"Yes, it would be quite beneficial to have an [i]intimate[/i] working relationship with her for sure, she seems to have some expert [i]assets[/i] to bring to the table.'' I met my twin's eyes as we both watched her leave the line of sight. \"Man... can you imagine mom wearing that?'' I pondered aloud.\n\n\"Hell yeah, why do you think I asked her where to get it?'' He beamed at me.\n\n\"I figured, but I also thought you would want it for yourself.''\n\n\"Oh? Since when did I become a crossdresser? I must have missed one hell of a memo.'' Verdant said with a chuckle.\n\n\"No, no, not to wear, but to have on hand for any girl you might come across. I know that suit was the exact kind of clothes that get you worked up. You know, the skimpy clothes that still try to be regular clothes. It isn't the actual clothes per se, but the connotation of the wearing conditions. Lingerie doesn't do jack shit for you, because you're [i]supposed[/i] to wear it for a sexual purpose and environment. That suit she was wearing gets you going because it's a skimpy outfit that still tries to be a suit and is meant to be worn as regular clothes for regular situations.'' I explained as we resumed our walk.\n\n\"Jeez, are you taking some kind of fetish appreciation class at the local college? But, right you are, it seems like you know me too well.''\n\n\"Of course, that's part of our charm. We've known each other our entire lives.'' I replied as I took his hand in mine once more. \"And I took it last year,'' I added with a wink. Then I shrugged, \"Also got really easy to catch on when you always wanted me to wear that transparent latex onesie on all our trips to the water parks.''\n\nBuildings passed, people strode by, our walk proceeded wonderfully. There were still a few more blocks to go before we reached Trenton's, so we made small talk to pass the time. Until we rounded one corner to see a familiar face. One of the local police officers, a black scaled dragoness with lighter undertones. Though she was just a drake who had a cosmetic genetic procedure to replace the normal coat of fur with scales. \n\nOur pelt was originally a defect that the engineers just couldn't get to go away when designing their draconic soldiers, too many of the other species genes being mixed with ours having fur. So technically the people who got this procedure are the `true' version of drakes, but it's really only seen as if a drake dyed their fur. Officer Ilya got the procedure for a few reasons that become more clear when seeing her police uniform. \n\nThe default uniform is a typical police uniform, but then there's the traditional variant, otherwise known as the skimpy one that girls (or guys) who want to show off their body can use. This one consists of arm and thigh length stockings that are made of a tough dark blue latex. Then there is a black short coat with sleeves that barely go past the shoulder while the entire length only goes down to just past the bust of most women with sides that are designed to drape down around the outside of the breasts, leaving the chest almost completely open. \n\nThere is an outdoor bra worn under this jacket though, two large cups that leave the tops of an officer's rack uncovered for bountiful cleavage, with sturdy pockets over where the nipples are. The bottom of the bra extends a bit further down against the wearer's ribs, somewhat splitting off into two sides before stopping well above the bottom of the ribs, making a bit of a corset almost. Each side has a small ring that has a strap connected to it that then extends down to the leggings where one goes horizontally to another small strap that serves as a thong.\n\nOfficer Ilya was a special girl though, very forward. She had the position of being the Public Relations officer, which means she's the main contact between the people and the boys in blue, while also being the scantily clad poster girl of the police department and serving as eye candy to the good citizens of Autumn Ridge. She loved this job, and made some changes to her uniform to better suit that. \n\nShe ditched everything but the stockings. \n\nIlya attends press conferences and chases down jaywalkers with literally nothing covering any part of her torso. All she has is those four latex stockings on each limb. She strapped her badge and handcuffs to her left thigh, while her taser, tacPad, and a compact pouch of condoms was on her right leg. This made her opt for the scales so that she had a little extra defense despite her brazen nudity in the rare fight she had to get into, and also to prevent the chafing of the fur after being in the latex for so long. It really suited her though, the black scales went great with the blue latex.\n\nShe was currently leaning on a parking meter and having a discussion with a driver in the spot she was standing in front of, her ass pushed out to show her holes while her breasts hung down freely. We turned the corner to this sight and paused, not exactly expecting to see her, and as such, we were frozen in awe of her presented body. The police life gave her curves the perfect trimness and each patch of glittering black scales gave hints to the imposing muscle below, while her lighter underbelly scales somehow looked plush and soft. \n\nHer breasts and ass were a good size but weren't exactly large, smaller than mom's, but the size matched her fitness perfectly, the overall form combined to a jaw dropping physique. Which was the goal, as her lack of coverings were her greatest asset in the small amount of hands-on police work she did. Any suspect froze to stare at her, and those are people who grew up in a society where half the population is naked at all times.\n\n\"Look, I understand that you have important time-sensitive business, but you can't park here. This is the station's fire lane, you are obstructing the engines if they need to leave.'' The immodest officer explained to a blue and white drake in the vehicle.\n\n\"Yes, but please officer, there's no other spaces and I'm already late! It will only be half an hour, surely you can let this slide? Hell, I'll take the ticket, just let me stay!'' \n\n\"Sorry, but if you exit the vehicle and leave it here, it's gonna be towed. Unless you are in a life or death situation, you need to move. It sucks, but it's for the best.'' Ilya stated as she stopped leaning on the meter and stood tall, folding her arms over her bare breasts, the pink of her vaginal slit visible between her legs.\n\n\"I don't get why parking here would need such a serious situation. Just... ugh, fuck. I don't have time for this, is there anything you can do, or anywhere else you know there is a spot? I need to get going.'' An exasperated sigh could be heard from the open window even from our observant distance.\n\n\"Because you parking here could impact somebody else's life or death situation. Alright, if you can't find a spot anywhere else, just go to the police station. It's not as close to your destination as here, but I'm sure you can run fast enough to only be fashionably late. You're not supposed to park there unless you have business at the station, but a guest parking spot is easier to bend the rules over than a fire lane.'' \n\nIlya lowered her arms, her bust gently wobbling back down to their usual perky resting position in the open, as she reached to her right thigh to pull her tacPad out of its holster and began tapping the screen. \"I'll clear it with the proper people so you don't get fined for parking at the station if you end up going there.'' A sympathetic smile was on her face as she peered over the screen to look at the driver.\n\n\"Wha- Really? Yeah... At full sprint from there I could still salvage this whole thing... You're a lifesaver Ilya, truly a gift to this town, I can't thank you enough.'' Stammered out the driver, clearly relieved.\n\n\"Of course, I'm a public servant in [i]every[/i] sense, just doing my job. Laws are designed to protect people, not make them unnecessarily late. Now go on, you clearly don't have time to chat.'' The mostly nude officer waved goodbye with a giggle as the car pulled out and sped down the street, though not [i]too[/i] fast, he still knew there was a cop watching him. She chuckled to herself as she watched the car turn and disappear, then turning around to face us. \n\n\"Heya guys! I would've said something earlier, but as you could see I was a bit busy.'' Ilya started approaching us with a welcoming grin, hugging both of us tightly when she reached us. I felt a little tingly as her smooth scaled breasts and subtle nipples poke into my chest, touching me directly thanks to our open faced vests. She saw the blush on my face and her grin only grew wider.\n\nAs I said, Ilya was very forward. Most drake women were very promiscuous and had the drake's trademark lack of modesty, but Ilya was one of the girls who truly embraced the traditional lifestyle. Officer Ilya was the only other woman we knew who was as much of a slut as our mother. There were no doubt others in our town, we just haven't become acquainted with them.\n\n\"Good to see you Ilya! Kinda surprised to see you out here, we usually only see you at the meetings.'' My brother said with that exuberant smile of his, always happy to see a friend outside of work. \n\n\"Yeah, anytime we see you, we're all on business. This is a pleasant surprise, how's it going?'' I asked.\n\n\"Oh everything is just great!'' Ilya said cheerily, standing proud with her hands on her hips as she beamed at us. \"Just doing some meter work, not usually in my job description but I need to carry my own weight here and there, and it's a good way to do what [i]is[/i] my job.'' \n\nIlya placed her hands on her boobs and hefted them up. \"Being the PR officer for our precinct, it's always effective to do a good old fashioned boots-on-the-ground mingling with our citizens. While I make sure everyone gets the [i]full[/i] picture of my body during recorded announcements and such, so many little details are lost when not in-person.'' She let her tits drop down tantalizingly to accentuate her last statement, jiggles rippling over her scales in ways not visible on a screen. \"And any day where I can walk around town in uniform and show myself off is a good day. As I said, I'm a public servant, and I can't say no to a poor citizen needing some stress relief.'' Ilya added with a wink. \n\nOn her left thigh, strapped over the blue latex legging a few inches below the belt that held her badge and handcuffs, was another belt that held the tied up ends of three filled condoms, trapped between the black weave and the shiny blue stocking. A personal tally mark of how many people she `helped' that day, only allowing covered intercourse so that nobody would be plowing into somebody else's mess, and so she got something to display her productivity. I think it could be understood why she's done wonders for the police's public reputation, considering how often she engages in `public relations' with everyone. \n\nEverybody loves her because she's a slut, but a slut that gets results, and a valuable member of the force thanks to her actual expertise in the field of PR. The precinct had a long bout of little changes sweep through as Ilya got actual feedback from the residents, her actions bringing real meaningful change. Half of why she smiles so much is how proud she is of her accomplishments, absolutely thrilled she could make a difference while still living her life as a traditional woman. We were proud of her too, and always smiled right back with her.\n\n\"That's good, I know you well enough to know you don't handle being cooped up at a desk too well.'' Verdant said as he took a step forward and placed a hand over one of her bare breasts, the scaled flesh filling his palm nicely. Her smile cranked up to ten then, happy to be groped openly on the street. \n\n\"I'm glad you could get some field work in, I'm sure the good people of Autumn Ridge appreciate any and all attention you give them.'' He gave the soft swell of her boob one final drop before returning to my side. Ilya's tail was wagging profusely after the contact, a content happiness distinct from her usual giddiness showing on her features while she hummed pleasantly.\n\n\"Thanks for that, you really know how to treat a girl. Seeing as how you two are off the clock, is there anything [i]else[/i] you might need from me that we usually can't do?'' The nearly-naked cop's arousal was apparent, looking at us expectantly.\n\nI chimed in, \"Sorry Ilya, just cause we're not at work doesn't mean we don't have places to be. It was great to see you though! And if you have a desire to met up outside of work, I'm sure we can find some time. Mom would love to see you again too.'' Ilya dropped the forward momentum of her lust, but kept her happy expression, respecting our restraint, no doubt knowing what was in store for us tonight.\n\n\"I would love to, I'll see if I can catch you guys before you're separated. It's been too long, and you know I just adore the two of you, like most of the town.'' The immodest officer looked to the sky with her ears perked attentively, \"Yes... it's been too long since me and Halcyon talked. I've been burning to do a rematch from that blow-off last year. She sucked just [i]one[/i] more dick than me, my greatest shame while on the force. We'll have to see who's the better slut now.'' A competitive grin etched across Ilya's scaled visage as she looked back at us.\n\n\"Well, it will still be one hell of a competition. Mom hasn't lost her touch.'' My brother responded.\n\n\"Hah, if I know that pink speckled piece of ass, nothing is curbing her libido. She was raised as one of those good ol' girls and took a real shine to it, and had the perfect body to match her attitude. She was a rare breed, even for those times. I like to think we were made of the same cloth. Because, ya know - \" \n\nShe looked down at her bare torso and slipped her thumbs under the edge of her two latex leggings, pulling the material away from her scales before letting it snap back, accentuating her lack of clothing. \"But your mother's sluttiness is truly inspiring. Everything about your family is, really. The town slut getting with the town's favorite neighbor, then having twins! You two are something special, lemme tell you.'' She stepped forward and ruffled our head-fur, making me blush as her wobbling tits were put at my eye level. \"Well, I shouldn't keep you guys, though we really should meet up after hours sometime. Have fun you two! And congrats about tonight!'' Ilya concluded with a wave.\n\nWe said our farewells and parted ways, Ilya continuing to make her way down the meters while we resumed our journey to the restaurant. We saw the diner across the street and walked over, the patrons at the tables outside waving to us. We waved back, still holding hands and went through the open door. \n\nTrenton's was small and homey, not able to seat more than 20 people at a time. Trenton, the founder, was an old Drake. He used to be a high class professional chef out in the Common nations, until he became disenfranchised with how his restaurant was being corporatized. So he came back home and started his own little place, around the same time Mom and Dad moved into the town. \n\nAs we walked in we were greeted by Merry, Trenton's claimed girl of 40 years. Though it was pretty clear that this was one of the lesser common cases of heterosexuality akin to our parents, a truly lovely relationship between the two. She was a predominantly dark blue furred Drake with little to no patterns except for her underbelly being gray, with her age similar to Trenton seeing that they both met in their twenties. She looked up and saw us, bouncing on her paws with glee, her face lighting up and ears shooting forward. She wore a plain dress and still looked good, drakes don't really age externally past their prime and our expected lifespan is a few decades longer than Commons, making her in the equivalent of her fifties while looking like her thirties.\n\n\"Verdant! Azure! How are you two! It's been awhile since your last visit here!'' She ran up and threw her arms around the two of us simultaneously, one of her legs lifted up backwards. \"Oh! Hold me down and knock me up, your birthdays are today aren't they? Silly me, how could I forget, Trenton baked you two a pie!'' She ended her embrace, holding her Slate digital tablet tight to her chest. She turned to walk behind the counter and lean through the window to the kitchen. \n\n\"Trenton! The twins are here!'' She walked back over to us, perpetually giddy. There was a reason she chose the name `Merry' after all. Trenton walked through the kitchen doors, fur matted with sweat and the singular piece of clothing he wore, his apron, was stained with splotches of food. He was a red furred Drake with a yellow-orange underbelly and white highlights of chevron stripes marking his abdomen and limbs. \n\n\"Ah! The Twins stop by to say hello to old Trenton! Happy birthday you two!'' He sauntered over, his age showing, and gave each of us a brisk hug.\n\n\"Hey Uncle Trenton.'' We said both as one. We shot each other a look, noticing that we've been in unison even more than usual today. We smiled at each other, both of us agreeing that it's not a bad thing. We looked back to the couple in front of us. Trenton noticed our unspoken conversation.\n\n\"Heh, you guys haven't changed, have you? Although it does seem that you kits `grow' bigger every time we see you.'' Trenton said, giving us a wink and nod. We blushed a little, but having your genitals complimented was fairly common in Drake society, he had no doubt peeked at the bulges that our shorts were presenting.\n\nMerry noticed we were still holding hands, \"Oh you two are such a wonderful couple. I wish more people were able to love someone like you.'' She tilted her head, placing one of her paws on her mate's shoulder. \"Tonights the big night then?'' She lowered her voice past her usual happy boisterousness. \"Your Bondage?'' Trenton also gave us a quizzical look, searching for confirmation.\n\nOur smiles grew and our hands tightened, looking at each other quickly before looking back to them. \"That's right. Tonight we will be finally one. Only Mom and Sis are going to witness. We don't mind having two more if you want to be there.'' I answered. Verdant spoke up, \"Yeah, you two basically count as family. You're welcome to attend.'' \n\nTrenton and Merry smiled, but shook their heads. \"We would love to, but it's your night. Your family's night.'' Merry said, her eyes suddenly looking uncharacteristically somber. \"Your mother needs this. She needs to know that her claimant lives on, just in two pieces. That her kits are happy and lively and you two will always be together.'' She reached her hands out and placed our hands in between them. \"All she wants is to know that you two are happy. You two and your sister are all she has left.'' \n\nWe moved our hands to wrap around hers. \"We know.'' Again, said in unison. I continued, \"We would be nothing without her.'' Verdant picked up, \"She gave us as much strength as we gave her.'' Everyone's faces now bore a somber smile. It was a tough subject, but one with a happy ending, all things considered. \n\n\"Well, I suppose I should get you that pie.'' Trenton said, starting to turn.\n\n\"Actually, we came here to eat. We wanted an anniversary date together beforehand.'' Verdant said.\n\n\"Well slap my ass and pound me raw, I forgot to ask if you were eating here!'' Merry said, her usual cheeriness returning. \"Let me get you set up at the back table. It's a bit more secluded than the front. I know you don't mind showing your relationship in public, but I think some privacy would suit your date. I just love the way you call your birthdays your anniversary. That's just brilliant!'' She said as she gave us an adoring look.\n\n\"Thanks,'' Verdant said. \"We really appreciate it,'' I continued. \n\n\"I'll check in with you two lovers before you leave.'' Trenton said, waving and walking back to the kitchen. Merry grabbed some menus and led us to the back table, we got knowing looks from the other customers we passed. Some even waved and gave a thumbs up. As we sat down, Merry came rushing back with a lit candle to set in the center of the table.\n\n\"Aw, just look at you two, all grown up. I remember when you had your first lunch here as kits.'' She sniffled and gave us a big smile, before taking our orders. When she reached over to grab the menus, I noticed the pink bracelet she wore.\n\n\"Merry, is that the bracelet we gave you?'' I asked the happy woman. \"Still wearing it after all these years?'' Verdant added once he saw it.\n\n\"Why yes, it's been a regular accessory for me, it may just be a pink rubber band, but it means a lot.'' Merry grasped the band on her wrist gently with an affectionate look. \"When you gave it to me, I'll never forget the look in your eyes, it was just... pure.''\n\n\"Well, we're glad it was a good gift then, because mom wanted to give you a buttplug.'' We all laughed a bit, \"Though surely the material is getting old now, if it ever breaks let us know, we can get a new one for you.'' Verdant leaned back to look at Merry while he was talking to her.\n\n\"Why thank you, but that shouldn't be necessary, the gift was the memories, not the object. Besides you should be thinking about your own gifts once Verdant is out of the country.'' Her smile dampened a touch. \"Gosh, I just realized you two will be separated for a while. That's awful! You two can still visit each other right?'' She said as her eyes widened.\n\n\"Yes, Azure will be visiting as frequently as he can, but the first month is off limits.'' Verdant said back.\n\n\"Oh, you poor boys. You two are inseparable, I can't imagine what that would be like. I guess I just didn't want to think about anything bad happening to you two, and didn't even consider that Verdant's new position would have a downside.'' She said, an exaggerated pout on her face now, with drooping ears and tail to match.\n\n\"It will be rough, but we will survive, we always do.'' Verdant said, keeping the happy smile on his face. I noticed his tail had frozen, and one of his ears twitted a bit. I knew my twin, I knew he felt nothing but fear and doubt about our separation as those thoughts came rushing back to his mind. He hid it well. I kept silent.\n\n\"Well it's not forever. You two will be back in each other's arms before you know it.'' She said, her merriness back in full swing. \"I'll get those orders out for you two as soon as they're ready!'' She said as she left.\n\nI looked at Verdant, his pseudo-happiness frozen in place, his eyes staring at nothing. I broke him out of his trance by taking his hand and talking to him. \"Merry is still merry it seems. What a wonderful woman. Mom and dad were smart to make friends with such great people.'' I watched his smile become more genuine, his mind pushing away thoughts of the future and focusing on our present.\n\n\"She is just a joy all around. I love a girl who is genuinely happy.'' Verdant said.\n\n\"Yeah, I know you have a thing for wholesomeness. You don't have to tell me twice.'' I responded.\n\nWe spent the rest of the time chatting, talking about topics that more normal brothers would talk about. As we enjoyed our date, we got curious looks from other customers and people walking past the store window. They wanted to see what the town's twins were up to, but respected our privacy enough to just look or continue on their way. When the food came, we thanked Merry and dug in, Trenton's cooking superb in every way, the closest to homemade a restaurant can get. Once the plates were spotless, and our appetites sated, we continued the birthday-date, enjoying our company. \n\nMerry snuck up and grabbed our plates and slipped us the check tablet. Verdant swiped his smartwatch over the Slate tablet and confirmed the payment, only after he noticed she was there. Merry came back and grabbed the Slate, smiling even more at the tip we left. We stood up and all walked over to the back room and waited for Trenton. He came out with a boxed pie and good wishes for our future, understanding the severity of our separation. He shook our hands and Merry hugged us tightly. \n\n\"Good luck you two. Make your father prouder than he already is.'' Trenton said.\n\nMerry was still bouncing excitedly, \"And have fun tonight! I want to hear you two going at it from across town!''\n\nWe shared our sentiments about not being able to eat there for a while, and assured them that tonight will be just what we want. After our final farewell, we walked back out onto the town's streets and made our way home, Verdant holding the pie. If we hadn't just eaten, that pie wouldn't have survived the trip. It was a peach pie, our favorite. Trenton knew just what to give us for our special day. \n\nThe temperature had cooled down a bit, making the jog home quite pleasant. Since Verdant's hands were tied up with the pie box, we coiled our tails around each other's in lieu of holding hands. We approached our quaint house, the door opening and Mom standing in the doorway, smiling at us together. She was genuinely happy in that moment, and that only made us more joyful, dumb smiles on our faces and our tails trying to wag, even though they were tangled up.\n\n-\n\nWe walked through the threshold and into welcoming arms, Verdant struggling to break mom's embrace to put the pie away. I pried myself away and went to him, asking him to hold still as I carefully took his contacts out. I left for our bathroom when I finished, and secured his contacts in their saline bath, doing the same to my own. \n\nI returned to the living room smiling broadly, everyone was on the couch waiting for me. Verdant was fiddling with the remote to the screen wall, looking for our movie to watch. I plopped down in the open space between Verdant and mom, noticing sis was nestled in mom's lap, enjoying a wonderful full-head pillow in the form of mom's tits. It seemed like Verdant was still in his adorable wholesome relationship mood, so we curled our hands together as well. \n\nVerdant started the movie, the room lights dimming at his command. Mom then surprised us by pulling a blanket out of what we can only guess to be her ass, and tossed it over us while giving us a wink. We both simultaneously nodded and covered ourselves in the blanket, only our heads showing. The blanket covered our intertwined bodies, mom providing the privacy for subtle handjobs in the fashion we used to do before we were open about it. We weren't planning anything though, that was for later, right now it was just us and a pleasant time with our family. And a super soft fuzzy blanket, who could say no to that?\n\nIt was perfect. We watched the movie, but my real focus was on the body pressed into mine. The soft breathing, the way his fur brushed against mine, the heat we shared under the blanket building slowly, his head resting on my shoulder. Every little inch of contact was heavenly, and we both couldn't hold back the gentle rumbles that rolled out of our chests as we settled against each other. \n\nEventually we stretched out, me against Verdant's lap, our heads sticking out of the blanket together. Our happy humming only grew as we rubbed cheeks. We laughed as the movie played. This moment was all we could ever ask for, all we wanted to live for. We were at peace when we were together like this. No crazy sex, or personas. Just us in a wonderful moment.\n\nBut as the movie ended and we retold quotes to extend the laughter, our night got back on schedule. When the mood settled, Verdant held me closer. Our heads smushed together already, he whispered in my ear.\n\n\"Do you want to start here, or head to our room?'' He said softly, my ears flittering as his words registered. The date and movie was the epitome of our relationship, but the crazy sex was still a good part of it. The time had come, for the first fuck of the night. The roughest fuck of the night, and hopefully the wrecking of my asshole, if not all my holes. \n\nI couldn't wait, every second of anticipation multiplied the butterflies in my stomach to a low tingling buzz that spread to my very core. I nuzzled my brother, and whispered back, \"Here. Mom knows this side of us, I don't mind her watching.'' I could see Verdant's face square up to the task of playing the big commanding brother out of the corner of my eye.\n\n\"I forgot how much I loved that movie.'' Verdant said, everyone turning to look at us. \"But it's only five, sundown is in two hours. I want to stick my dick in something, I can't wait any longer.'' Verdant continued, looking directly at me. \"Azure, drape your head over the armrest, I'm going to throatfuck you.'' He said calmly, throwing the blanket off and standing up, pushing me off him. Oh fuck, it's been too long since we did that. I love the way his knot splits my jaw open once it locked in my muzzle. As I got into position I heard another whisper.\n\n\"Hey, don't get too into it, I still wanna save my load for us tonight.'' I noticed he slipped a small ring around the base of his growing shaft as he said this. That ring should let him feel everything but hold off orgasm for a little bit. That gave me some wiggle room. I winked to him in confirmation. I rolled over, lying face up on the couch, my foot paws resting on top of mom's thighs as she and sis watched. I let my head sit on the armrest and licked my lips, a shiny jet black dick flopping onto the underside of my muzzle with a thwap as soon as I tilted my head back.\n\nI parted my lips and curled my tongue around to make a slick hole at the front of my mouth. All I could see was Verdant's big fuzzy white balls. I saw his scrotum move away, feeling the length on my exposed throat slide back. His sleek flesh drew down my fur until his pointed head crested over my upturned chin, then dropped happily against my lips. He thrust in, with no warning, at full strength. His tip slid past my lips quickly and was enveloped by my tongue's coil, pulling it to the back of my mouth with the rest of his ten inches pushing into my muzzle.\n\nHis cockhead rammed against the barrier to my throat, halting his advance. With a subtle pop the bundle of nerves and muscles were broken through, his thick length forcing its way into my neck and spreading my esophagus open as it delved deeper and I loudly gagged. The relentless drive into my throat ceased, myself barely registering the soft fuzz of my brother's sheath and nuts on my snout indicating he had fully hilted my face. I could feel him throbbing in my throat, past my jaws, his cockhead spearing into the inner lining of my gullet and protruding from my taut skin. \n\nI merely let out a muffled gack and other choking noises, the only possible sounds I could make with him so deep in my neck. Mom no doubt saw the column of my twin's cock shape my skin around it. She saw the tip protrude up around my bent throat, moving slightly as I felt the member stuffing my muzzle twitch, hungry for more. I tried not to swallow, as that would only stimulate him, but I let my tongue continue to caress his length. It was still coiled around it like a spring from when he plunged his dick into my mouth initially.\n\nVerdant slowly pulled out, likely watching the outline of himself disappear from my exposed neck, until only my lips were kissing his head. With not another moment of hesitation he shoved everything back in again, quickly withdrew, before thrusting in again. He worked into a quick, steady, and [i]deep[/i] rhythm of fucking my throat, the others in the room watching my neck bulge out obscenely with every thrust as the living space filled with my wet gags and the slippery schlicks of his shaft stretching my mouth out. He placed his hands on the armrest around my head, not even bothering to touch me as he invaded my throat.\n\nIt continued, in and out, in and out, my throat feeling sore and abused more and more by the second. Verdant fucked me raw, he started staying deep in my neck longer with every thrust, his hilted moments getting more and more painful as his semi-inflated knot forced its way past my lips. I was getting [i]really[/i] hard now.\n\n\"Lets see if this thing works.'' He said as he wrapped his hands around my muzzle, one on my nose and the other on my lower jaw. He twisted my head, forcefully but not sharply, to be horizontal. Once my head was turned, he opened my jaws, spreading them left and right, revealing the wet member inside. I could see his face, the look of someone trying out a new tool for the first time on it. He thrust deeper that any previous thrust, his tip feeling like it was about to rip out of my chest. \n\nMy wide open jaws let his hips get against my molars and allowed his dick to fuck the entrance to my throat like any other hole. His cockhead's imprint disappeared from my neck as it went deeper, to my collarbone, my neck stretching out in every direction from his girth. The spot where my neck met the soft underside of my muzzle, the outside area of where my throat started, that area was nothing but a thick, round protrusion, appearing and vanishing as my twin fucked the entirety of my throat. It was his knot, popping through the narrow entrance to my gullet, securing itself behind my jaw and ripping out of it with every thrust. \n\nIt felt like my throat was having lava poured down it, my jaw feeling like it was being dislocated with every pop of his knot. I felt a wellspring of pre-cum shoot up my shaft, with more to quickly follow. His hand was still covering my nose, his dick never fully leaving my throat anymore. I felt my air run out as tears ran down my face. I tried so hard to see my twin through my hazy vision, to find him not even looking at me, the sound of wet throatfucking overpowering my choking sobs. I grew limp, the lack of oxygen taking my energy away, but replacing it with a euphoria so powerful I can't describe it. \n\nI barely registered Verdant deeply thrusting one last time, his knot locking deep in my throat, cutting off what little air I had left. But I did register that there was no flood of semen pumping right into my stomach like expected. Looks like the ring worked, I thought to myself, my senses dulling and mind wandering. I looked at my twin one last time before my vision faded out, seeing a face that was satisfied at the performance of his tool. He didn't even look at me like I was a person. \n\nI came. I convulsed in oxygen-deprived bliss, my cock shooting immense amounts of cum across my belly and chest. I saw the face on my twin quickly shift, looking at me with eyes with worry. But I was too far gone, riding my climax into blissful darkness. \n\n-\n\nI awoke with a start, gasping as I sucked a huge amount of air into my lungs. I was instantly smothered by my brother as he tightly embraced me. I was on mom's lap, looking at her underboob, until my vision was nothing but Verdant's worried face, frozen in fear.\n\n\"Hey.'' I said nonchalantly.\n\n\"Are you okay? I'm so sorry, I wanted to get you going by not giving you warning when I started, but then I realized that didn't give you time to get air, but when I figured it out I already throat knotted you, then when I looked down you were cumming so I thought you were fine, but then I noticed you weren't breathing, and I panicked, and I-''\n\n\"Hey.'' I said again, reaching up to take his head in my hands abruptly. My voice was hoarse, my throat still feeling like it was covered in burns. \"It's okay.'' I whispered, my words gravelly and pained. I pressed the bridges of our muzzles together, our heads up against each other's. \"It's okay...'' My whisper barely audible. \n\nVerdant held me closer, seemingly on the verge of tears and just happy to have his brother awake. I continued to whisper into his head pressed against mine. \"I came so fucking hard dude. That was insane.'' I smiled, painfully, and licked my twins lips. \"Thank you. Thank you for doing that, and thank you for not letting it go too far.'' Even though my voice was low and cracking, he felt the genuine thanks I gave him.\n\n\"It seemed like it went too far to me...'' Verdant said, his eyes still showing the fear he had from thinking he might have lost me. \"I know we've throat knotted before, but you never passed out. You scared me so much. I scared me...'' Verdant continued, also whispering due to our proximity. \n\n\"Nah, that went just far enough. Both your dick in my throat and the breath-play. I get why people do that now, everything feels incredible when you're low on oxygen. I can't explain it. You're doing this to me again before you leave.''\n\n\"Breath-play? Of course there's a word for it. If I'm doing it again, we're going to have to talk about it. Set some bounds, or warnings. I want to make sure we do it safely. I can't go through thinking I did that to you again...'' Verdant trailed off at the last part, his emotions coming to the surface again. I felt his eyes water and the fur on our close faces get wet. \n\n\"I understand. I want us both to enjoy this. If you're terrified of really hurting me, you won't enjoy it, and I won't enjoy it. I'm not going to pressure you into something you truly don't want to do. That's not how our relationship works. I'm only okay with it if you are.''\n\n\"Thank you.'' He pressed his head more into mine, our muzzles tightly close against one anothers as we embraced each other, laying across mom's lap still. His tears started flowing fully now, wetting the fur around mine completely. Those two words carry twice their normal meaning. He sniffed, close to breaking into sobs. \"I'm glad that what you can't describe from that experience is pleasure. Because I can't describe looking down to see you not breathing, to see you gone. Oh god, I can't describe it.''\n\n\"You don't have to. I understand.'' I said softly, gently caressing his cheeks with the paws that held his head to mine. We sat there, Verdant seemingly teetering on the edge of bawling his eyes out. I suspect the only reason he didn't was because he was pressed against me, assured that I was still with him. Time passed that I didn't bother keeping track of, all that mattered was that I was with my twin. \n\nEventually we moved on. We sat up, our faces still nuzzling as we sat across one another on the couch. Mom rubbed the parts of her thighs we were laying on, smiling. She broke the silence.\n\n\"Good thing you woke up when you did. Verdant was a mess. He nearly called an ambulance, you know.'' I just squeezed his hand, assuring him that his reaction was understandable. Mom continued, \"Now, I know that you're into that stuff Azure, but please talk to us or give us some kind of sign that you were alright. And I don't mean cumming your brains out.'' \n\nShe eyed the large spot of my underbelly fur that was matted with dry semen. \"Remember what me and your father taught you on sex-ed week. Communication is key, even if you can cheat a bit with your `twin-sense'.'' I flicked my tail in confirmation, as my head was still occupied with pressing against my brothers. \"I know this was just an overzealous climax that was more or less still in control, but you worried us immensely.''\n\nWe finally separated our heads and looked at mom, nodding our agreement. Then me and Verdant fully embraced one another before letting go and just holding hands, gazing into each other's eyes. We made our peace with one another in that unspoken conversation, our faces returning to loving smiles. Mom looked at us and joined our embrace, seeing her kit's worry being replaced with love.\n\n\"How long was I out?'' I asked before trying to clear my throat, only setting it on fire more.\n\n\"Only 10 minutes or so. It's close to seven o' clock.'' She reached onto the table and grabbed a small cup of cough syrup and a cough drop. \"Here, this should help your throat. I know it gets sore after a deep fuck like that.'' She winked at me, as I took the items, a blush spreading across my muzzle. \n\n\"Not to mention, Verdant pretty much ripped his knot out of your throat once he saw you passed out. That will likely have made a few minor tears. You need some time to heal, so I'm going to say you [i]won't[/i] be doing that again before Verdant leaves.'' She gave me as stern a look as she could muster. I just nodded and flicked my tail as I drank the syrup, its cool texture calming my throat nearly instantly. I was curious.\n\n\"How did you know which stuff to get? And how do you know his knot tore my throat?'' I questioned her.\n\n\"Oh, your father used that open jaw trick on me all the time.'' She said as she gave her motherly smile in full force after seeing my pained expression dissipate. \"He would tear my throat up good.''\n\nVerdant spoke next, his voice still a little shaky. \"Well it's only seven, so there's still about two hours before sundown. Are you still ok with doing the Bonding tonight or do you want to postpone?'' He looked at me, a concerned look on his features.\n\n\"I'm all for it. I was expecting to be in way worse shape than this after our planned rough fuck.'' I responded, my voice starting to normalize.\n\n\"Are you alright with that being the rough one? I know you came, but we never got to actually having sex.'' Verdant asked back.\n\n\"I couldn't have asked for a better time. Next time we'll make sure it goes smoother with some set procedures and signs.''\n\n\"I'm just glad you were able to enjoy yourself, despite our reaction. That's what makes it count for me.'' Verdant leaned in and gave me a quick kiss on the lips.\n\n-\n\nSis had left before Verdant started using me, and I noticed her presence in the room again. Mom told me that she was filled in on the situation and that she was who got the medicine from the cabinet. I thanked her, after which mom got up and left to go give her her daily anal training before the Bonding, leaving Verdant and I left on the couch. He laid down on his side, facing outwards and his legs slipping behind me as he stretched out over the length of the entire couch. I laid down as well, following his motions and rested in front of him. We gently spooned on the couch just wanting to spend some time together after all that. No words, no tv, nothing but ourselves. All we could ask for.\n\nThose two hours passed instantly. Before we knew it, Mom was walking back in, followed by sis. She had a distinct gait, and was rubbing the pink plastic square pushing her little buttcheeks apart. Another good day of training, with her little kit-sized plug going in overnight. She looked at mom's butt, walking level with her face, in awe of how she kept her sultry strut with her own massive plug in her ass. Mom walked over to us, presenting her assets every step of the way. Mom loved showing off her body, and she especially loved showing people her buttplug. \n\nDad always said she was one of the proudest anal sluts he had ever seen. She walked over to the side of the couch our heads were resting on. As per tradition, she turned around, her plush ass on display, and leaned over to give us a good view of her hole. The purpose of this check was to ensure that moms ass is properly plugged. Moms hole was no exception and was spread tightly around the base of her personal buttplug.\n\nThe plug was in her favorite color, bright pink, and the base wasn't a flat square or circle. Instead the base was ovular and curved to fit into the crack of her ass. This type of plug was designed specifically for long term use, even more so than the general model of primary plugs. Dad bought this plug for her when she turned sixteen, the age she finally could take full sizes under her tail. Mom liked to wear it as much as possible, her plug specially designed to be comfortable to wear at all times, a feature she used to the fullest. \n\nSince girls who followed the `traditional meal plan' of pre-digested food had no need to expel waste of their own, she would only have to take the plug out when Verdant fucked her ass. She would need a recovery month once a year for her hole to re-tighten to keep her plug a snug fit. Also, as with tradition, mom doesn't use lube. She says the burn of it rubbing her insides after she jogs anywhere is the best pain she ever felt. Sis will learn to love her un-lubed plugging eventually. \n\nAs she bent over and revealed her plugged hole to us, Verdant reached out and grasped the protruding base. He gave it a firm shake and tried to twist it, making sure it was in all the way and that the easy movement of a lubed plug didn't happen. She passed, like she always did. \n\nMom loved her plugs as much as Verdant loves women who love their plugs. Our whole family was a match made in heaven. Verdant pushed her plug firmly against her closed rim twice, telling her she passed. He made sure to get a good grope in while he was at it of course. She turned back around, purposefully jiggling her tits, and leaned down and kissed both of our cheeks.\n\n\"It's time.'' She whispered, her head resting on our pressed together foreheads. We looked out the window, seeing that the sun was low in the sky. Sunset was imminent, the time to be completely together approaching fast. We detached our bodies and got to our legs, making sure to hold hands. \n\nI was just thinking that maybe we hold hands too often, but there's nothing more reassuring that having that gentle contact. We looked at mom, who was standing in front of us with a proud look on her features. She reached her hand out, palm up, asking us to take her hand this time too. We both looked to her eyes this time, anxious smiles decorating our own visages. Verdant took her hand with his free one, all of us walking to the sliding back door as one.\n\nWe stepped out into the cool air, bathed in the dusk light from the sinking sun. All of us stood there, hands entwined, and just took it in. Honestly, I couldn't have asked for a better sunset to get fucked under. Streaks of orange and pink spread across the dim sky, illuminating our forms, a pleasure visual tone setting the scene. \n\n\"Well. Let's get this party started.'' I said, spurring into action. I grabbed the blanket we stashed under the porch just for the occasion of backyard sex, and ran out into the middle of the yard. Verdant was only ever a few paces behind me, coming to a stop as I spread the so called fuck-blanket out. Mom approached us after grabbing the paperwork. With the blanket down, paperwork ready, and everyone present, we were ready to start. \n\nI looked around, noticing some neighbor's lights turn on and windows open. Some people came out onto their deck or backyard with chairs and drinks to watch, giving us thumbs up when they noticed me looking at them. I waved to a mature yellow-gold drake, the neighbor across from our backyard who set chairs out for his kids to watch. It seems we had a bit of an audience. Good, let them see our love.\n\nMe and Verdant moved to stand in the middle of the blanket, mom coming to stand in front of us. We turned to face each other. Mom had the bondage form in her hands. It was time for the vows to be said. Vows weren't really a big deal to us, it was mostly ceremonial. Everything the vows were meant to commemorate, we already have over our lifetime. So we decided to have a little fun with them. After wrapped our paws around the other's wrist, we began reciting our vows. Each line was said perfectly in unison. Every syllable a match, indistinguishable from any individual mouth.\n\n\"On this day, on this night.''\n\n\"I promise you my love.''\n\n\"I promise you my blood.''\n\n\"I promise you my life.''\n\n\"I promise you my body.'' I said alone, as we discussed. Yeah I'm a little sub slut, so what?\n\n\"Let us be together at last.''\n\n\"Let us join in life, to stave off the coming death.'' I felt like that line should have been removed after the drakes stopped being exclusively military models. It's a bit of a mood killer. We entered the custom vows next, where we alternated, with myself saying the first vow.\n\n\"I belong to my twin.''\n\n\"We belong to each other, as one.''\n\n\"We were forged as two halves.''\n\n\"Tonight those two halves will meld together in all ways.''\n\n\"Tonight we come together before the mother that birthed us.''\n\n\"Tonight we [i]cum[/i] together under the gaze of starlight.'' We winked at each other at that one.\n\n\"Let us finally be whole.''\n\nAt the end of the last vow, we slid our hands down to keep our palms against the others. Our left hand stayed flat, facing out, while the other twin's right hand lifted off and placed a claw at the start of the exposed palmpad. We nodded to each other once more, our claws cutting into the other's pad and dragging down it. Blood started gently trickling from the superficial cuts, slight stings joining the flow. We rotated our hands so that our palms faced each other, our fingertips pressing together. \n\nWe pushed our palm pads forwards, intertwining our fingers and placing the other's bleeding palms against the uncut one. Red drops started to fall from our linked hands, as we leaned forwards and locked our jaws into the deepest kiss we have ever done. Mom beamed at us and did a happy little hop at hearing the wet smacking from our tongues as they coiled. We pulled apart, both our lips and our hands. We rubbed a thumb into the other's bleeding palmpad and turned to face mom. \n\nShe held out the papers, showing the large fingerprint boxes. We imprinted our thumbprints with each other's blood. Mom quickly sealed the papers and started to bandage our hands. We couldn't stop smiling at each other. It finally happened. We were officially Bonded. Now it was time to consummate that Bondage, and become [i]deeply[/i] connected. \n\n-\n\nOnce our hands were fully bandaged we turned back to one another and intertwined fingers like before. We kissed again, but this one with a different tone this time, much more invasive and passionate. I let Verdant throatfuck me with his tongue, his viscous spit helping soothe the lingering aches still within my neck. We pressed our bodies closer, our cocks slowly growing and closing the gap between us. \n\nOur tips touched lightly, moving to fully press against the other when they steeled to their full size. The throat kiss continued as we prodded each other below the belt, working ourselves up. After a loving bit of frottage, our lengths were throbbing with need, both of our heads smearing pre to the other. We broke the kiss, Verdant's long tongue sliding out of my throat as we pulled apart. \n\nWe stared passionately into each other's eyes, taking in that the moment is finally here. The sun was fully setting now, its glaring surface halfway past the horizon. I untangled one of my hands and grabbed Verdant's with it, pulling him down as I sank to my haunches. \n\nI plopped onto my butt and leaned back, laying down fully, and pulled my twin on top of me. Verdant lay over me with a grin, his arms outstretched and keeping his fur a few inches from my own. His hips rested in-between my bent knees, and his head looked down at mine with love and lust. I could feel his shaft softly twitch against my own, silently teasing me. We were ready.\n\nHe moved his arms, wrapping our fingers around once more as he moved my paws to either side of my head. My arms were bent like a field goal against the ground, and his were stretched out straight to our linked paws. He rocked his hips back, sliding his long inches across mine as he brought it to bear at my waiting hole. He moved forward, placing his un-lubed tip at my winking rim. I heard him whisper to me, a small amount of concern in his eyes.\n\n\"Are you sure you don't want lube? I want to make sure you fully enjoy this.'' He said softly.\n\n\"I want us to be together, I want nothing to come in-between us. Not even lube.'' I said back, making sure to show my confidence. \"Besides, since when do we use lube?'' I made sure to give him a cheeky grin. \"Pain is my game.''\n\n\"All right then, are you ready?'' Verdant asked back, returning my confident smile.\n\n\"Of cour-\" Before I could finish, his tongue was back in my throat fully, his jaws turned and slotted into mine.\n\nHe pushed his shaft against my tailhole without relent, splitting me open around his girth as he steadily shoved my walls apart. I gave a muffled moan and wrapped my legs around his back, wanting him hilted in me as soon as possible. I could handle him of course, even without lube, as I was well versed in being the receiving end of things. \n\nBut I tried to make sure I never got too capable of sizes larger than his, for now I could feel the strain of still needing to be battered open to some degree. Of course, I also wanted to keep tight for him, his pleasure was far more important than my own. But pleasure was a fickle thing, with his length burning as it pushed through my rectum with friction, tears welling up in my eyes. It was exactly what I wanted. \n\nThat pain was my twin being inside me, fucking me. It was the best pain of my life. He slowly sheathed himself in me, fully delving in as my rim closed around his barely inflated knot, his dick throbbing harshly in my depths. I squeezed him harder with my legs, wanting him to never stop being inside me, huffing into his maw as his cockhead ground against my prostate. I'd moan, but there was a tongue down my throat.\n\nHe rolled his hips and pulled out, my hole pulling out a touch with it as it gripped his girth tightly, my ass not wanting to let him leave. He shoved back in with his full ten inches quickly, now pushing my ring against my insides as it tugged at his invading shaft. He set my passage ablaze once more with the friction from his dry fucking. He bottomed out, letting his dick rest inside my warm walls for a short moment before slowly dragging his dick through my resistant guts again. This was his specialty, those slow, powerful thrusts that sent him as deep as he could be, ramming my prostate perfectly before giving the tingles of being full of cock. \n\nAs he slowly warmed up my hole, both figuratively and frictionally, my whimpers could not be contained by the slithering tongue in my neck. Every time he thrust fully into me, his hips pressed flush to my cheeks with my own member being blanketed in his underbelly fur. I tightened my legs wrapped around his back what little more they could, trying to tell him to go harder. Soon my brother's maw was not enough to muffle my moans and yips, my vocalizations of both pleasure and pain echoing around the yard and surrounding houses. \n\nHe squeezed our tangled paws and fingers every time he heard me make a pained yelp as his semi-inflated knot ripped past my dry hole, countering the searing sensations with warm love. He continued his slow, calculated, forceful thrusts for what seemed like forever, eventually his pre giving my bare passage some minor amount of lubrication. \n\nNow a melody of schlicks echoed with my whimpers and moans as he continued to plow into my ass, really kicking into gear now that he could get moving. He retracted his tongue from my throat and broke the long standing kiss, leaving our lips dripping and a thick trail of saliva. \n\nHe looked so happy, eyes full of lust with his ears laid back in pleasure. His tail wagged and he let out little huffs each time he sent his dick deep inside me. This was just what he wanted, what he needed. A romantic missionary fuck under the sunset. His favorite positions are ones where he can see my face. But currently I was just entranced with his own, bathed in the orange light of the sun disappearing from the sky, the green of his eyes being brought out in the light's reflection. Those eyes were staring right into mine, both of us staring into each other and ourselves. \n\nVerdant continued his methodical thrusts, his shaft spearing my insides while I massaged his length with my burning walls before it was on its way out again. My whimpers of pleasured agony grew in volume now that there was no maw blocking mine, the echoing moans were increased tenfold and made the steady squishing of my twins' dick entering my tailhole all but unnoticeable. The twin above pounded into the twin below, still maintaining control of his hips, despite my wrapped legs holding him tight, wanting him closer and closer. \n\nVerdant's huffing grew faster, heavier. His eyes were glazing over and his eyelids half closing. I knew from experience that this is where he loses control. The sex will go from slow and sensual, to fast and fierce. He bent his elbows, keeping our fingers interlocked as he leaned closer and put his forehead against mine. He pressed our chests together, eliminating the gap between us completely. He rolled his hips back for one last long pullout, all but his head removed from my backdoor. Then he waited, waited as my rim winked around the edge of his glans. I knew what he was waiting for. \n\n\"Fuck me Verdant. Fuck your twin as hard as you can.'' I said loudly, knowing he wanted everyone watching from their houses and yards to hear.\n\nOh boy did he fuck me, launching straight into a rough mating press. He immediately slammed his pelvis forward, shoving his entire dick and his bitch-breaking knot through my unprepared tailhole. Even when he bottomed out at the perfect depth to make me shudder and scream out in pleasure, he kept pushing his hips to my ass, getting every nanometer of his cock into my strained backdoor. \n\nI yelled my twins' name with no shame as his knot stretched my hole wide with minimal lube, a layer of deep pain reflected in my voice, his ripping pullouts firing sensation through my spine as I mewled pathetically. But Verdant kept going, he kept fucking my poor ass with wild ferocity. He barely pulled out anymore as he rammed deep into my bowels, only his knot leaving my rectum's embrace, the sound of it mixing with my yelps. \n\nHe knotfucked me well past the sunset, I realized dimly there was nothing but the starry sky above us. By now I was reduced to a shaking mess, only quiet, pitiful whimpers escaping my mouth. Verdant was still going at full force, his head still on mine, our fingers never leaving each other's grasp. His body still pressed down onto me, my legs still splayed around his back, but loose and shakier with every one of his thrusts, his expert mating press melting my insides.\n\nWe were close. I could feel every strand of his fur rubbing my dicks taught skin, every soft pinprick building up to a hypersensitivity I knew all too well. I knew my tells as much as I knew my twins', and I could tell that he was on the verge of one of the greatest orgasms that he has ever had. \n\nHis tail froze except for minor twitches, ears curling back, eyes closing, shortening of breath, his thrusts into me shallower and animalistic until he's barely pulled his knot out of my tugging tailhole before he's shoving it back in with enough force to shake our entire bodies. His tip had to be poking from my belly now, pressing to his own, I swear I felt him rearrange my insides a bit. \n\nGod, it was so intense feeling his dick stretch my innards out, his knot pulling my rim before it finally released it and letting his shaft slide out with a delicious friction burn before the flames in my depths multiplied as everything came crashing back inside me in an instant. He was really getting into it now, his thrusts erratic and harsh, the slap of his thighs and balls hitting my ass joining the echoing cacophony on our property. Faster and faster he went, setting my lust and anus ablaze. I could feel it coming. \n\nThen he stopped, giving one last thrust with his entire weight behind it. His dick went deeper than it ever has before, ramming right up into my depths. His knot firmly lodged itself behind my sore rim, and started inflating to its full ass-wrecking size. I could only inhale as my colon was stretched to new heights, my face covered in shock. I felt myself tip over the edge of climax, my mind succumbing to the cascading sensations of the fiery fullness he gave me. Our belly fur became slick with the ropes of cum shooting out of my smothered cock, an almost silent moan leaking from clenched jaws. \n\nMy ecstasy only increased as I felt a strong blast hit deep in my guts, and a new molten warmth fill my bowels. All I could do was squeeze my walls tighter around my twin, tighten the legs wrapped around him to a death-grip, and let out a long humming mewling exclamation as my senses whited out. Throughout my peak I felt pulse after pulse of seed erupt from my twin, buried deep inside me. His cum began filling every inch of intestine it could, his knot keeping everything sealed as my spasming walls milked him for all he's worth. \n\nAs my moan bounced off the houses, Verdant gave a satisfied groan. He pushed his head next to mine, rubbing the sides of our muzzles together as our interlocked paws spontaneously squeezed tighter. He made sure every part of him that was over me was touching me now, entering a full body embrace with his knot locking him inside me. We were together now. Completely.\n\nClaps and cheers erupted from the watching neighbors. A chorus of whistles and \"You go guys!'' following our climax. Mom was ecstatic, jumping for joy, and taking pictures with her smart watch as she wore the happiest of smiles on her features. I can't remember the last time her tail wagged that fast. Even sis looked excited for us. As we shivered and panted heavily, our bodies connected in every way to our twin, I looked to the stars. What a beautiful night, in every sense of the meaning. \n\nWe rode our orgasms out under the watchful gaze of our family and neighbors, Verdant eliciting a few extra moans from me by fIexing his member in my depths. He always liked to do that when he knotted me. Not that I'm complaining. This was as much as a unique and enjoyable experience as the sex, laying together and enjoying the feeling of being knotted. \n\nVerdant caught his breath, his pumps of cum finally ceasing after thoroughly filling me. I could feel my belly bloat a little from his deposit, smushing more into his atop me. He lifted his head back up and lined it up with mine. My maw was open, sucking in air and attempting to vocalize the sensations I felt. He placed his jaws around mine and locked us into another kiss, this one better than the last. The crowd cheered harder after seeing our display of love.\n\nAfter winding down, Verdant broke our lips and detached his fingers from mine. My hand was empty handed, now an unfamiliar sensation. He slowly lifted his chest off of mine, keeping his head looking at me. By the time he got to lifting his lower abdomen, we both looked into the space between us. We were staring at the large amount of my cum that was quickly drying in our fur, a few sticky strands lingering between us. I had an embarrassed smile as Verdant inspected the damage to his now matted fur, knowing he disliked the feeling of cum in his pelt. \n\nHe saw my expression and pleasantly smiled back, nothing able to quell the joy he is feeling from tonight. His features displayed nothing but happiness as he leaned back down and licked my nose, our bellies squishing a bit as the semen was spread around. I giggled at his affection as he inserted his arms underneath me, grabbing my back. He lifted me up, him staying on his knees and my legs remaining wrapped around him. His range of movement was limited, as his hips were still locked to my ass from his knot stretching me out. \n\nWhen he had me fully off the blanket, holding me close as I grasped him with all my limbs, he lifted off his knees. We rose together, Verdant soon stood to his full height with me tangled around him, feeling his knot shift inside me with every movement. Our eyes were gazing at the other's, the dim light of the stars twinkling within them. Then, as usual when we are simply overcome with our love and our heads happen to be in close proximity, we kiss, again. I didn't even notice the waves of \"Awww''s that resulted from our actions. \n\nThis moment was the one we had been waiting for for eighteen years. Verdant's mythical `knotting under the stars' that he always dreamt of. I may be into more kinky stuff than this, but this moment was perfect. I see why Verdant is such a hopeless romantic now, I know what he sees in the more sensual situations like this. I held him tight, clenching around his wonderfully large knot as we drank in each other's presence. I couldn't get enough of him, his embrace, his tongue, his dick, his warmth. His love most of all, even though I knew I had a nice bellyful of it now. \n\nOnce the kiss finished, I noticed Verdant's visage display exhaustion, and a yawn sneaked out of my own mouth. We shared the same tired smile at each other. Mom came up to us and hugged our tangled bodies, and said good night. Turns out it was nearly one am, and our fucking took a lot of energy. We were beat, and ready to sleep. Mom started leading us inside, when we both shook our heads. I wasn't going anywhere, and I wanted Verdant on top of me as I slept. I wanted to feel him locked as deep inside me as he could go, filling me while I dreamt of today's events. I wanted to be connected like this forever, and so did he.\n\nMom headed back inside for the night, while the small crowd of neighbors also wished us goodnight and went to bed themselves. Verdant looked at me and was about to speak, but I silenced him with a quick peck on the lips. I already knew, we are twins after all. I separated my crossed legs from behind my brother and put my arms behind his neck. I'm a pretty serious bottom, so I possess some extra `fIexability'. I lifted my legs up, bringing them around in a wide angle, similar to a hanging ribbon dancer. \n\nVerdant blushed a little at the display, encouraged by the provocative face I put on. I made sure to clench my asshole around the base of his knot while I rocked my hips into his glued groin. After my legs had cleared his sides, I lifted them straight up. Verdant, after feeling my hands around the back of his neck to keep myself up, took his arms from my back and wrapped his hands around my skyward ankles. He then slowly pushed my footpaws behind my own head, as my arms and his knot held my hips to his. \n\nWhen I am in the mood for a rough night of loving, but Verdant wants something more romantic, we default to this version of missionary. He holds my ankles behind my head, my legs stretched out fully across my body as my hips are lifted to give his dick perfect access to my butt. We assumed this position now, but vertical. \n\nI was hanging from my brother's neck, my ass locked to his dick as my legs went up the nook of my arms, my footpaws now brushing the sides of my head. I used my leverage to bounce on what little of his dick wasn't already buried in me, before he licked my nose again and shook his head. I got the message, rubbing my snout into his, moving my arms in an attempt to position myself for the coming trials.\n\nIt was never easy to rotate myself around to face the same direction as Verdant when I was knotted. Having a dick glue your hips together reduced maneuverability for the person whose asshole it was locked in more than you think. We haphazardly shifted our bodies around, slowly working my contorted form to rotate around the member in my backdoor. After the ordeal, I dropped my legs down and stood under my own power, my back against Verdant's belly, my asscheeks squishing against his hips. We lowered ourselves back onto the blanket, fully laying out, Verdant's body perfectly over mine. I chuckled as I felt his balls drop on top of my own. \n\n\"Tonight wasn't gay until just now.'' I said with some sarcastic disappointment. I always found that Common Species saying to be funny. Both the absurdity and the negative connotation of homosexuality were great jokes in my opinion.\n\n\"Well, I'm happy to be gay with you brother.'' Verdant said, gently smiling as he settled down over me, pushing his member against the spot in my depths. \"Though you do realize we are the textbook definition of bi, right?'' He added with his own humor, eliciting a chuckle out of me. With his full weight settled and his cock twitching while buried in my ass, I was perfectly comfortable. We both looked at the stars on the horizon, our bodies intimately connected. We drifted off to sleep, our minds at peace from our special night.\n\n-\n\nI slowly rose out of the best sleep of my life, the rays of light from the sunrise piercing my eyelids. They fluttered open, adjusting to the light as I took in my surroundings. We were in our backyard, on the fuzzy fuck-blanket we keep for outdoor romps. Yet for being outside in the cool morning weather, I was surprisingly warm, more so than just my fur, especially at my backdoor. Then I felt two things. First, I felt the semi-hard cock spreading my ass open juuuust right, its knot still decently inflated behind my aching rim. My tailhole had a wonderful feeling of fullness that only sleeping with my twin inside me can provide. \n\nI likewise registered the body above me, covering mine in a toe to ear loving embrace. That explains the heat I felt, both inside and out. As my mind kickstarted itself awake, I replayed last night's events as I remember them. I let out a happy sigh, my ass subconsciously massaging my twin's hilted dick. His member answered my squeezes with a twitch, sending a shiver up my spine. The form above me shifted, moving to lower his head next to mine, his arms snaking down to grasp our hands together.\n\n\"Good morning, my new mate.'' His tongue slipped out and curved to lick my snout. \"Did you sleep well? I sure did.'' He said with an accompanying pulse of his shaft, wiggling the walls of my passage.\n\n\"Indeed I did.'' I said, giving my rear a clench around his inserted shaft. \"For all the same reasons.''\n\nVerdant just breathed in, taking in all the wonderful sensations we were both feeling. I returned my twin's licks with twice the fervor as our minds creeped out of slumber. We continued to lay together, heads resting side by side, our bodies joined from his knot, the other's becoming an extension of our own. We watched the sunrise together, our minds nowhere but the present. \n\nA beautiful morning, to follow a beautiful night. But then again, every moment was beautiful if we were together. I noticed Mr. Petersohn waved to us from his deck as he enjoyed his morning coffee, while his daughter gently blew him. Verdant and I waved back, but that reminded me that some coffee would be great. \n\n\"I guess we should get up, huh? I could use some coffee and a blowjob too.'' I said, with a touch of remorse. Getting up means we have to detach ourselves. \n\n\"Yeah, mom is probably already awake and waiting for us.'' Verdant said with a sigh, sharing my sentiments like we share everything else. \n\nHe wrapped a hand around mine gently, and put the other one one of my asscheeks. He slowly started raising his hips, tugging my pucker with the knot it was closed around. Drake dicks stayed mostly erect as long as they were in an orifice, but their knots would deflate partially after a while to allow for easy separation. \n\nWell, easier than a full knot, I thought with a grunt of discomfort after Verdant tugged too hard on that last pull. But an audible pop followed quickly, as I felt my rim part open and the member that was nestled within me slid out. My asshole went from deliciously filled to shockingly empty all too fast. I let out a little whimper at the feeling of breaking my link to my twin, no longer keeping him deep inside me.\n\nVerdant heard, and squeezed my hand in condolence, leaning down to plant a wet kiss on my gaping hole. My entire anal cavity is going to be pretty loose most on the day, it's going to be tough holding in any waste after breakfast. I guess I'll just have to give mom or sis standing orders to suck my ass. I saw Verdant stand to his full height, lifting to the tips of his paws and stretching his arms over his head as he made a cute little sound. He finished and walked over to me, extending a hand. I took it and he pulled me up into a hug before letting me stretch too.\n\nWe stood around for a little bit, just enjoying the morning. I had to pop a squat every once and awhile as a load of Verdant's cum drained back out of my ass. But other than that, it was great. We folded up the blanket, said goodbye to all the neighbors waking up and coming out to see us, and headed inside. Mom was already awake and making some french toast for us. Both me and Verdant were drawn to the kitchen first, smelling the wonderful aroma of food. \n\n\"Morning mom.'' We said at the same time, now putting effort in to talk in unison as much as possible before we are separated.\n\n\"Good morning you two! Coffee is on the table, just how you like it. Did you two sleep well?'' She said, looking back at us sweetly before returning her attention to the food. She was wearing her \"Anal Princess'' apron that we got her for one of her birthdays back when dad was alive. We were only kids so he picked it out, but she always said that the value of it doubled from us giving it to her. Not to mention mom was a bonafide butt-slut and loved the embroidery on the apron. Dad sure knew how to pick `em, both girls and gifts. It's not too hard though, the kink-princess brand of clothing was very popular.\n\n\"We slept great! It was a night I'll remember forever.'' I said, while beaming at my twin with joy.\n\n\"I've never slept better, truly the greatest day of my life.'' Verdant continued on.\n\n\"Well that's just lovely, I'm glad yesterday was everything you two wanted it to be. I know you've been looking forward to it most of your lives.'' Mom replied, still focusing on making the food, and wiggling her butt at us. \"Breakfast should be ready in a few minutes, so you two get comfy. And I think it's time Verdant.''\n\nI looked at my brother quizzically, interested in what `time' it was. He just let a wide grin slowly spread over his visage as he looked back at me. \n\n\"Ah, I forgot to give you the gifts I mentioned yesterday.'' He said before running off to our room. \"Stay there, I'll be right back!''\n\nI looked over to mom next, as she was clearly in on whatever was planned. She turned her head, ears perked and tail wagging, and gave me the biggest shit-eating grin in the known universe. [i]Oh just you wait,[/i] I thought. [i]Your lips will be eating shit soon, you tease.[/i]\n\nVerdant came back to the spacious room with two medium sized boxes covered in wrapping paper with blue... no, azure, bows on top. Of course he would. He padded over and set them on the table, picking up his coffee in the process. I joined him, taking my usual seat that had my coffee set out at it. While Mom's joy was the smug `I-know-something-you-don't', Verdant's was just pure giddiness. He wanted to give me these gifts, and thought I would really like them, which I would just because it was him giving them to me. He looked at me with child-like glee, his tail making a rhythmic thumping as it hit the chair back. \n\nI was awestruck, just taking in how cute he was when he was happy like this. He grew impatient, and nudged the first present towards me. I relented and grabbed it in my hands after sipping my coffee. I quickly tore the wrapping paper away, leaving a flat black box. Three of them stacked together to be precise. As I pondered what the contents could be, Verdant grabbed the top one. I knew that instant, that these were our Bond Markers. A form of jewelry or other worn item to signify a Bonded pair. But then why was there three boxes? \n\nBefore I could ponder it too much, Verdant gave the sweetest expectant look to me. I could only smile back and slowly open the lid on the first box in front of me. In it was a sort of necklace, closer to a choker, but made out of interlinked flat pieces of thin metal. The metal panels were a matte, vibrant green. I was speechless, I knew that green very well from the time I've spent looking into my twin's eyes. I looked up, my features barely able to express the happiness I felt. \n\nI saw Verdant open the box he grabbed, revealing the same kind of necklace I got, but colored a brilliant blue. I stopped trying to express anything physically, knowing that it wouldn't be possible to convey everything. Instead, we looked into each other's eyes, taking in the colors with new light. \n\nOur eyes said everything we needed them to, words no longer a factor between us. We lifted our respective necklaces and clasped them onto our necks, now wearing the other's eye color. He knew us so well, knew that the only things that convey everything we feel is our eyes. These necklaces conveyed so much with just color. I rubbed it, getting used to the feeling of it around my neck. I wouldn't be taking it off for a while. Verdant's eyes told me he would be wearing his even more than mom wears her buttplug.\n\nAfter putting our markers on, we reached out to hold each other's hand and place our muzzles against the others. We stayed like that, at a loss for words for a few minutes. Eventually we returned to chatting and drinking our coffee. Verdant motioned me to open the third marker box. I was curious as to what a third marker could be, we both only get one. I opened it to see something I didn't know I couldn't live without. It was another marker, also in Verdant's green color. \n\nBut instead of a necklace or choker, it was a bonafide leather collar. Oh fuck, he got me a collar in his color. I nearly melted, this is just what the submissive side of me needed. Although the subtle symbolism of our normal markers being revealed first thus placing our romantic relationship higher than our sexual one was not overlooked. While our romantic relationship is our mainstay, seeing that collar made me think of nothing but our sexual relations. \n\n\"Ohmigod.'' I whispered. \"It... it's... it's perfect. That's all I can say.'' I couldn't say anything. I didn't have to, judging from Verdant's expression. The collar even had a little heart-shaped silver tag with my name stamped on it.\n\n\"I'm glad you like it. It took me awhile to find the metal necklaces that would show enough color to be noticeable.'' Verdant said, every inch of his features radiating the happiness we felt. \"And mom picked out the collar. I've never bought one, so she helped me choose a good one.''\n\n\"Turns out she has some experience with her dad being a traditional guy, and wanting his girls to be collared.'' He continued, as I kept staring at my new collar. That explains mom's involvement and her smugness. Just then, she came over with plates of food and an infectious smile. Or maybe we gave our joy to her, she's always happy when we are. \n\nShe placed the plates in front of us, hugging each of our heads to her bust lovingly before stepping back. We tore through our breakfast, fueled from the colors of our twin around our neck. Once we finished, Mom came strutting back in and took our plates swiftly. \n\nOnce the table was clear, Verdant dropped the second wrapped present in front of me. I had even less idea what this one could be, as everything I could ever want was just given to me. I opened this one slower, every tear in the paper deliberate. My efforts were rewarded with a plain cardboard box. \n\nI guess this one was a more traditional present, maybe some games or something. I opened the box to find a smaller box inside it, the size of a shoebox. I figured there was a 50% chance of there being another box in that one, knowing my brother's sense of humor. I opened the smaller box, and stared at the contents bewilderedly. \n\nIt was a dildo, molded to a very familiar shape. God damnit, he just gave me his dick in a box. I burst into laughter as I looked at his next-level play. He got a 1:1 recreation of his dick made just for me. He gave me his dick both figuratively and physically. I looked up at him, still chuckling.\n\n\"Bravo, you magnificent bastard. Well played. Of course not only would you know that the best thing you can give is your cock, but only you would make a real gift out of the dick-in-a-box move. God, I love you.'' I said, both us beaming at each other. \n\n\"Oh you know it brother. I thought about me leaving and what you would miss about me the most, and the answer looked me in the face.'' He said as we continued to laugh. \"Mom helped with this one too, she knew where to get good quality custom dildos. Real surprise that she would know, eh? The knot even inflates.'' He said, reaching a paw out to squeeze his faux dick's bulb. \n\nMom returned from taking care of the dishes at this point too, sneaking up and dropping her heavy breasts on my head. \"Isn't it just amazing sweetie? It's an exact mold of your brother, from tip to base. It has an expanding knot and a lube-tube!'' She said excitedly. It seems Mom is still really enthusiastic about everything dick related, especially when it's the dicks of her kits. I could feel every happy little movement she made through the jiggly boob-hat she gave me.\n\n\"This is incredible, when did you guys do this?'' I asked. There had been zero indication of something like this, even mom was able to suppress her excitement for once. \n\n\"I took the mold about a month ago. But the dildo itself didn't arrive until last week.'' Mom explained to me. That made sense, last month there was a night where Verdant chose Mom's ass over mine. But it didn't sound like they had started until a few hours after they went to Mom's room. That must have been the mold being made. \n\nShe continued after I collected my thoughts. \"This company takes awhile to make the product, but it's worth it in the end. They make perfect copies, will all the bells and whistles. Their material feels like the real thing and is extremely durable. The base is even modeled after his balls, and covered in fake fur. I guarantee you, this will be as close to fucking your brother as you can get from a toy.'' She then wrapped her arms around my chest in a nice hug, complementing the breasts on my head nicely. I hoped my horns weren't poking her too much.\n\n\"I don't really know how to respond other than that this will be put to good use.'' I exclaimed, trying to stop myself from taking it and leaving to get to know it better. \n\n\"I'm glad you like it.'' Verdant said, his tone getting a bit somber. \"I wanted to get you a good parting gift to keep you `company' while I'm away.''\n\nMom quickly picked up where he left off, cutting off his sad words and revitalizing the mood with her happiness. \"You're welcome honey! Only the best for my kit!''\n\nWe sat around for a while longer, checking out the gifts and talking about them, and just existed. The past 24 hours have been the best of our lives. The coming trials will be tough, but this is the best sendoff we could ask for. Then I remembered something. \n\n\"Hey guys, I think we need to make this event more special than it already is.'' I said, getting ready to pitch my idea.\n\n\"Oh? What do you have in mind?'' Mom asked, while Verdant asked the same thing with his expression. \n\n\"I think it's time sis got her name.'' I said, tossing the thought out.\n\nBoth Verdant and Mom's eyes widened, and their ears perked up. Then they started smiling as they turned to look at her sitting on the couch, blissfully watching her cartoons.\n\n\"You know, I think you're right. What do you think, my master?'' Mom said, while diverting her gaze to Verdant. He was technically the lead male and owner of the girls in the household after he became Mom's sole claimant.\n\n\"That's a good call Azure. She's mostly earned it, and this lets me be there for it. I would hate to miss the naming of my daughter.'' He said, matching our looks.\n\n\"Perfect.'' I exclaimed, attempting to stand up before remembering I had a mother wrapped around me and two boobs weighing me down.\n\n\"Oops, did my tits get in the way?'' Mom said light heartedly as she stepped back, the pressure on my head vanishing as her breasts jiggled back into their normal eye-catching spots. \n\n\"Oh sis!'' Verdant said, raising his voice to reach her in the other room. \"Come here for a moment would you? We have a surprise!''\n\nWe heard a high pitched \"Yes, daddy!'' respond to his call.\n\nShe walked in, tail waving excitedly. She hoped it was a good surprise, and not one of the diarrhea variety. She came and sat on the chair at the head of the table after Verdant patted the cushion. \n\n\"What is it? Is everyone here going to give me a surprise?'' She said meekly, assuming the worst once she saw all of us together. \n\n\"In a way, sweetie.'' Verdant said back lovingly. \"We all think it's time for you to be one step closer to being a big girl.''\n\nHer eyes lit up and her tail switched to overdrive as she gasped. \"Wait! Do you mean it's time for me to choose a name?'' She blurted out, unable to contain her enthusiasm. \n\nWe all nodded to her.\n\n\"Yay!'' She screamed out, getting up and bouncing around. \"I'm gonna have a name!'' \n\n\"That's right, you can choose who you want to be.'' Mom said, her voice just the perfect example of sweetness. \"Do you have any ideas for your name?'' Mom asked. Usually kits are thinking of their name constantly, and have the one they want figured out by the time they can name themselves. Me and Verdant actually named each other, the relationship we shared already deeper than our family knew. I named Verdant, and he named me. Well, I guess Mom and Dad actually named us, they called us blue and green until we could choose our own.\n\nApparently it's hard to tell identical twins apart, resorting to using the colors of our eyes, our only difference. When it was time to choose our own, and I asked him what he would name me, he said Azure captured everything he thought of me into one word. It worked, and the symbolism of our eyes and their color would go on to express our relationship later down the line. One word, one color, captured our intangible bond perfectly. I followed suit and named him Verdant, seeing as how he bumped me up from lame old blue to the crisp and nice Azure.\n\nBut now was time for Sis to choose her name. She continued to run around screaming with joy for a while, to the point where we weren't sure if she had a name planned. But then she ran back to the table and jumped onto her seat.\n\n\"My name is Vera!'' She boasted, her chosen name being revealed. \n\nThe rest of the family looked at each other, surprised. Most kits will usually choose something silly initially, like Killdude or Fairydust. But sis- Vera's choice was very good. Short and nice, memorable and unique. No to mention it worked well with our last name.\n\nVera Vershanko. Yes, that's a well thought out name. It shows she was really ready for it. Vera Vershanko, daughter of Verdant and Halcyon Vershanko, Sister to Verdant and Azure Vershanko. Halcyon looked like the proudest mother in the world upon hearing her daughter's intuitive name choice. I could tell she had prepared to refuse any silly name, steeling herself to bear witness to the death of joy in Vera as her parade got rained on by sensible choices. But she didn't have to, all she had to do was pick Vera up and hug her close, congratulating her on her name. \n\nOnly eight years old and growing up fast. She was conceived when we were ten, the month after Dad died. Mom was still in the trough of grief and needed some `comfort' from her kits. We shared her that night, and Verdant impregnated her. I made sure he would, it's his duty to breed the female he claimed. Mom needed it too, the birth and raising of Vera gave her the hope she needed to get through the tough times.\n\nBut now it was nothing but good times. We looked at our family, the room silent with joy. We all left for the living room, where we sat on the couch. All of us cuddled together, and just existed. The past 24 hours have been the best of our lives. The coming trials will be tough, but this is the best sendoff we could ask for. \n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Little prelude here, for both notes and content. While regular readers of mine might imagine that Caela Nova (formerly Holy Shit) is my supreme custom world, it's not. I dearly love that world, but this is my original personal world. Now, this story is from like, 2019 or some shit. It's the second thing I've ever written, so keep that in mind. However about a year ago I did a pretty major overhaul, so it should actually be readable.

This is my Draahnkyrn world, and it's basically CN, but minus all the extreme stuff. Casual sex/nudity, living toilets, maybe utilities, idk. It's essentially all the kinks from CN but more happy and wholesome, with a focus on loving twincest. Basically, I made a world that could house almost every kink under the sun, then I made a bigass story within my harbor of sin. This current story does a decent job of introducing the world even though It's not really the way I want it to debut. Hopefully it does this without being too overbearing, but there is a lot being dropped in an unorganized manner.

So yeah, enjoy my one (and only) first person story, about a subby brother getting married to his twin in a kinky world.

 -  Bonding  -

Mom had burst into the room right at nine o' clock sharp, unable to contain herself. After all, it was her kids' big day! She had to wake us up by ripping the covers off and shouting as loud as she could. After that she had to untangle me from Verdant's full body snuggle. Patiently waiting for us to rouse from slumber, she resumed her giddiness and took orders for our birthday breakfast as soon as we could speak coherently. Verdant wanted waffles. He always wanted waffles, so I started to like them too just by sheer exposure.

Mom was bare naked, being a traditional drake and raised with the belief that her body deserved to be shown off. Such a lifestyle also complimented the paired beliefs that she use her body to please all who wish, her duty to fulfill our every need. This meant that she was probably the biggest slut ever seen, even more so than I am if you could believe it. But what mom has going for her that even I don't, is that she is a completely traditional female. This meant she was born with the traditional female digestive system, and was designed to subsist entirely on our bodily waste, without producing any of her own.

Being the heartwarming sexy nympho that most traditional girls were, she was completely fine with this, not only raised to take pride in serving as a toilet, but she took a real shining to the traditional lifestyle. The best reward you can give her is your cock, and she makes sure nobody in her home goes unsatisfied, overjoyed to serve her family. Growing up with an equally traditional family, her own mother the family toilet and her father a proud man who liked to keep his girls collared, she thoroughly enjoyed her upbringing, and strove to be the best traditional drake she could be.

Thus she left to the kitchen to start the morning feast with a bounce in her step and a wiggle to her rear, knowing that she would only be fed once we were, her diet consisting of her own cooking, just... secondhand.

I had pretty much just shaken off the last bit of drowsiness when Verdant turned to look at me and reached over to teasingly grope my balls, "You belong to me tonight, but until then it's our birthday. What would you like to do?''

I pondered the question, my own nearly identical package getting hard from my twin's display of dominance. Verdant moved his groping paw from my balls to my shaft and gave it a playful squeeze. I looked over at him, my twin, his head laid back and eyes closed, a look of cold interest on his face.

He has nice black fur, but from his elbows and knees down are a soft white, with a thin extension of the color shortly above the line of contrast. His underbelly is also white, from the underside of his muzzle, to his inner thighs, including the fur on his scrotum and under his tail, with a white tuft of fur on the tip.

He filled out a cute yet masculine butt with overall proportions being fairly average and a bit on the lean side. His horns came out the back of his head, flush with the top of it, then zig zagged down and back outward. I of course matched, but I feel like my ass was just a bit more plush, seeing as how much it was fucked by him. Whether I was plainly lucky with size or gained through experience, I didn't care, I just liked having a fuckable butt.

His eyes are a deep emerald, staring at me intently. I let my blue eyes trail downwards, taking in my identical twin's body, my body. He was beautiful, the way our patterns formed simple but eye-catching, the contrast of the white and black in our fur tantalizing. I looked further, taking in his morning wood.

Our cocks were black and draconic, the smooth skin on them taught and somewhat shiny at all times, similar to skin of a dolphin or a shark thanks to the juices in our sheaths. Pointed tips, long imposing shafts, and a knot that swells to an immense girth. There's a reason that Drake dicks are known as `bitch breakers' on the interspecies porn scene. I loved every part of it, having plenty of experience in handling it. I placed my paw over my twins' squeezing hand and grasped my shaft with him.

"A little bit of half and half. A romantic anniversary date perhaps? After which you can pound my ass through the floor.'' I looked at his face just in time to see the dominant persona disappear.

"Perfect. Did you have anywhere in mind? I wouldn't mind dinner and a movie.'' Verdant said as he smiled lovingly. He met my eyes, "After I'm done with you tonight, I'm dropping the dom act for awhile. This is our special night, and I want us to be together, the real us.''

"You're already doing more than I could ask just by keeping it up while we fuck. You don't have to clear it with me to be yourself.'' I assured him.

"Thank you Azure. Tonight is going to be something else, more than special. I got some presents for us, and can't wait to give them to you.'' Verdant said, leaning over and rubbing his muzzle into mine, the dominant personality completely gone. We romantically rubbed our snouts, just taking in each other's presence.

"It is for the best that we get some nice time together, before you leave.'' I whispered as no small amount of sorrow filled me.

Verdant's eyes began showing the same signs of worry and anxiety. It would be tough for us being separated. The longest we've gone without seeing each other was two weeks and that was terrible for us. I always feel lost without my twin, unsure about anything.

Feeling like half of my mind, half of myself is missing. But at least I had mom and sis. I had family to take care of, but Verdant... he's going to be alone. This will test us, test him. Not only is he leaving the country, he has an important position that can reflect how our society is viewed.

He will be under immense stress and I can't even hold his hand, much less give him a relief handjob. I know we're both worrying about the same thing, that thing being each other, but that's how we are. We are twins after all. As usual my thoughts had drifted as I looked into his eyes, both of us having an unspoken conversation with them. He closed his and lifted himself off the bed. With the mood now a bit somber, we started the day.

-

We left to the kitchen and dining room, mom getting started on our birthday breakfast. I grunted as we sat down, watching my sister round the corner from the living room. Sis didn't have a name yet, a drake choosing their name once they are deemed mature. She had our colors, black and white, but had mom's body with her trademark pink spots. At school she was known as "little pink'' or some variation of it. Sis looked at me, a bit reluctant as I nodded towards the table.

She was usually a good girl, and we were raising her to be as good a girl as her mother, but she was still a bit reluctant to carry out her duties as a traditional drake. She gave the quietest sound of exasperation and dropped to all fours, crawling under the table. I sighed softly as I felt her begin gently licking my balls, getting me hard again for my morning service.

When she had finally been going long enough to get me throbbing, beginning to timidly suck me like mom showed her, I sat back in my chair and drifted away into my thoughts. Three days. Three days until Verdant leaves. Three days until the end of the world. Neither of us would be able to visit until the first month had passed. That month was going to be hell.

I could only pray that our time apart wouldn't change us. I snapped out of it and looked over to my twin, unsurprisingly seeing his face ponder that same reality. I reached over and placed my hand on his. He looked up, not smiling, but I knew he was eternally grateful. We always knew what the other felt.

Then plates of waffles descended upon us. Verdant's eyes lit up, taking in the feast. That was all it took for my own joy to be replenished, pushing the previous thoughts away. Sure, it's in three days, but it's not today. As we dug in I noticed mom crawling down to service Verdant much like sis was tending to me. Over the food, we solidified our plans. We would go out on a date for lunch at a local diner that we had been going to almost our entire lives. The locals there knew us well, my brother especially, and would likely want to congratulate us.

After all, we're to be Bonded tonight. I will not let the future ruin our birthday, our Bondage. After the date, we will come home and watch a movie together or something where mom is welcome to `join' if she wants. Then the fun begins. Verdant said he'd turn the persona up to 11 and fuck me up good. I shivered just thinking about it. Then once we've gotten our rough fuck done, the Bonding begins.

Typically Bonding is done with family or very close friends in a somewhat public situation, the witnesses usually never more than ten. We would have two. We will go out to the backyard with a thick blanket. Mom will take our fingerprints on the Bondage Certificate and she and sis would sit as our witness, their job being to happily watch us make love under the sunset. After Verdant knots me, we might stay out and watch the stars together, taking in being very deeply joined, and fully Bonded in spirit, body, blood, and now law.

Of course being twins we kinda cheated, being born bonded by everything but the law. But tonight we will truly be one. I get my wish with Verdant dominating me beforehand, then Verdant gets his when we have a slow sensual fuck in the yard. I found it funny that his kink turned out to be wholesomeness. He's too good for this world. Then again, I suppose that's why he was elected.

With both girls in the house wetly sucking our dicks, me and Verdant stuck to routine and began releasing our bladders directly into their mouths. We both sighed, the feeling of pissing into the warm flesh wrapped around our shafts pure bliss. I heard deep, fast, and loud gulps start up simultaneously under us.

I could feel my sister's mouth squeeze my length, feel every inch of her throat constrict around my shaft with each heavy swallow of my warm bitter liquid. Her near-choking gulps were far more frantic than mom's, sis still being young and having trouble with my volume. She'll get better with time, and she knew if she spilled it would be a time-out. I helped a little by grabbing her skull and tugging her deeper, going right down her neck so that she didn't have to swallow. It was our big day, I wanted to make sure she wouldn't be stuck upstairs sitting on her time-out anal stretcher.

Her noises became much more guttural now that my tip was poking her neck out, her body heaving with the forceful torrent blasting into her gullet. Her belly started to slightly pump out from her young frame as all the piss drained down her throat. Our streams finally died down, both girls still sucking for a bit longer to make sure they drank every drop of our urine.

Sis detached as soon as my hands stopped holding her lips to my sheath, yanking noisy from the deepthroat. A bit later, mom crawled up from under the table after my brother grunted a bit, standing up with cum dripping from her lips. After swiping a tongue around to clean them, she nuzzled Verdant, making sure to bury his face between her breasts, before taking the dishes and starting to clean the kitchen.

Sis crawled up then, right as my belly gurgled. Seems that the waffles were working quickly, and I had been stewing last night's dinner for her. Of course, sis was being raised as a traditional girl like mom, whether she wanted it or not, and that meant she ate my shit for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Mom was usually fed by Verdant.

I saw her glance at me with that look, that look of childlike stubbornness. Ugh, come on sis, it's just some feces, half the female population eats it, you can too. I swear, it's like Verdant with vegetables all over again. Before she could scamper off, I stood. "Hey sis, ready for breakfast?''

She paused, eyes closing before opening and looking at her little paws, flitting up to mine after a moment. "Sure...'' she said with absolutely no enthusiasm.

I smiled, "Careful sis, if mom hears you so glum about being fed, she's liable to put you in time-out anyways.''

The little kit's back straightened then, hazel eyes quickly zooming over to look at mom's turned back, washing things in the sink. With a sigh of resolve, sis grabbed my wrist and began leading me away to the living room. Now that she was eight, she wasn't allowed to have me go on a plate and let her eat it at her own pace, now she had to take it right from the hole. She liked to do it in the couch spot, which made it easier for her by not allowing her much movement.

I stopped letting her pull me just as we stood before the couch, wanting to wait for the others first. This way we could give both girls breakfast at the same time. I took a seat on the couch in the meantime, pulling sis into my lap and gently groping her developing breasts and young body to pass the time. Verdant walked past eventually, leaning down and kissing my nose before taking a seat next to me. He started petting sis on her head and neck and began talking to me.

"The worst part of leaving the country is that I have to use a regular toilet all the time, I don't know how the Common Species do it. Sitting on a cold hard seat, the water splashing back up. Having to wipe afterwards? It's ridiculous.'' Sis gave us both a look as I chuckled.

"And don't even get me started on urinals. It just splashes back into your fur. It's bad enough that I'm going to have to wear regular clothes too. They're always too hot, I always get stuffy wearing anything besides drake outfits. Ugh.'' Verdant threw his head back with his teeth bared and tongue out in mock disgust.

He was just trying to lighten the mood with a bit of humor. Sis even let out a `heh' from the clothes part. Verdant sighed drearily as a new silence came, "I hope that the clothes package gets here in time. I don't exactly have much professional attire.''

If there's one thing this family decided upon completely, it's that clothes suck more dick than mom. Unfortunately being in public office, especially in a diplomatic setting, required clothing except in complete privacy due to the other species and nations annoying modesty. Not only would Verdant be alone, and under stress, but he would be uncomfortable most of the time, not a fan of full body clothing, like all drakes are. Our clothes do however still give a good show, as any drake made garment was designed to expressly show off or enhance what was beneath it.

But he accepts it. This is his big chance to make a change in how the other species see us. They see a bunch of sex-crazed madmen that enslave all the women, something ridiculous. Girls are full citizens with rights and freedoms, they just get claimed instead of married, as homosexuality is the default. We were made to save the world, generations of manufactured male drakes giving their lives to ensure the peace we have today. The female models were made as an afterthought once the mass production ended, so we could reproduce naturally.

Nobody wanted a girl though, as males were the only option initially, the only preference, so instead they claimed the women to breed. This is by means of a domestic contract, basically saying that in return for the girl providing her body, the guy would provide a higher standard of living than if she were unclaimed. Like claiming a dependent for taxes, but with a lot more sex and submission. The girls loved it though, drakes being total sluts, both male and female.

We heard mom finish the dishes and saw her walk towards us. Mom always likes to present herself, taking pride in the body she was born with. She had the same snowy white fur as our secondaries but as her primary, accompanied with gray underbelly tones, and she lacked the forelimb secondary color. Those came from dad. Mom was also adorned with a smattering of little pink spots around her more intimate areas, across her ass, and on the sides of her muzzle, she was cute as a girl and lovely as a woman.

Mom was the embodiment of a traditional girl, a true slut by other words. Not forced into being a sexual object like the Commons see it, but rather accepting that sex was a beautiful and enjoyable part of life. Thus by extension, the drake body should be, and is, cherished and displayed for all to appreciate, resulting in our society being built around a near absence of modesty.

She walked with her hips swaying to and fro, anyone behind her seeing her bountiful rear jiggle with every step. She made sure to push her bust out, rotating her torso just enough with each step to send her heavy D breasts wobbling to the sides. While me and Verdant were obviously ass-men through and through, her tits were breathtaking, her entire form a paradigm of the matronly shape.

We both stopped talking and stared, eyes drinking in her little show. I became jealous that she could display her form so perfectly like that, and I really wanted to get another lesson in how to replicate her catwalk strut. She smiled, her freshly cleaned teeth gleaming, as she saw us take in every inch of her form. Mom stopped in front of the couch we sat on and held her breasts seductively, squeezing and groping them in front of us.

"Heh, I'm glad my looks can still make my kits stop and stare.'' Halcyon said while turning around and placing her fingers just under her asscheeks, sending them bouncing. Her shaking globes revealing the base of a buttplug hidden under her tail. "Makes me happy I can make the gayest pair I know pop boners.'' She said as she looked back at us, eyeing both of our growing lengths.

"Damn mom. You make quite the temptress,'' Verdant said, reaching his hands out to grope her ass. "But today is for me and Azure, I'm saving all I have for him. Sorry.'' He said as he stood up and smacked mom's rear instead, a loud clap echoing around the room that was followed by a moan from her.

She stopped her teasing, her motherly smile returning and just nodded her head. Verdant pointed to one of the two cracks in between seat cushions on the couch. "And while we would love a show, I'm sure you're hungry.'' He said with a bit of force. I could tell he was warming up his dominant personality for tonight.

I think mom kinda likes him like that too, she said it reminded her of how her father would use her. Mom blushed and proceeded to sit on the floor, her back against the front of the couch, with her head aligned with the seat crack. She tilted her head back and pushed it in between the cushions, eventually the top of her mouth the only thing protruding from the seam.

Verdant sat back down, making sure his asshole landed squarely on her lips before settling his full weight down. From here it just looked like he was sitting on the couch normally. Until you heard the slurping anyways.

Verdant's eyes closed and let out a sigh, feeling mom's tongue start lapping his hole, making sure the entire exposed outside was spotless and shiny with spit. He then visibly relaxed, his ears leveling out, back slouching into the couch, and his shoulders dropping. A muted grumble and gassy noise was the only indication I got that he was shitting down mom's throat. She made sure to tenderly caress his thighs as he fed her, her own gut eventually gurgling from a big breakfast, rounding out ever so slightly as it packed in beside his piss.

As I was watching him, my own bowels gurgled and sis's tummy rumbled. She was hungry, and I had to drop a load, an aligning of interests. I stopped groping her breasts and let her stand up, joining her in standing. She followed mom's lead and did the same position with the other cushion gap. When her mouth was the only part of her face I could see and her hands gave me thumbs up, I sat down. I lowered myself onto her, my cheeks spread and rim straining, trying to line up her lips to my hole.

At first contact it was wet and cold. Oops, that's her nose, I thought as I slid my tailhole lower. I found it then, with a little bit of help as her tongue guided me in. I felt a lick on my hole, and then suddenly it was surrounded by a wet warmth. I fully settled my weight down, pushing my rim against her lips, gravity making a perfect seal. I felt her huffing in deep breaths from my rear and relaxed.

This one wasn't particularly runny or dense. It was the consistency most Drakes are known for, mushy enough to break up or squish around if a toilet couldn't handle it, but solid enough to push itself down the open throat of an experienced toilet slut. Sis was just now getting to the point where I could just shit continually down her throat. It takes skill to open an esophagus like that while still keeping the airways open to breathe. Or alternatively, building the lung capacity to out-do the time it took a guy to shit.

After her plate-eating phase up until kindergarten, we would gently shit into her mouth until it filled and stopped, letting her chew and swallow before we added any more. But nowadays, she was required to go all the way with no stops, and I enjoyed it better that way. As my rim crackled with a soft flurp of gasses escaping into her mouth, my first log started to push through. It passed cleanly and went right through her connected lips. There's something primally wonderful about dropping a fat shit into a mouth sealed to your ass, just letting it all out with no concern.

The log slid over her tongue, brushing past the inside of her teeth and slowly marching its way to the back of her throat. I could feel her facial muscles contort over the flavor of my waste spreading over her taste buds. She was still younger than ten years, most girls don't fully appreciate the intense flavors of sewage until their twenties.

The head of the first thick chunk should have reached the back of her mouth now. I could feel her huff a deep breath of ass-air to open her air pipes as the shit started to descend into her esophagus. I was impressed, just yesterday she still had a gag reflex when the shit hit her throat. She really is growing up. It might be time to let her choose her name. I wondered what she would choose while pumping a load of feces down her throat and into her belly, the initial deposit now laying cozily in her stomach.

Did she remember to use her tongue to cut break points into the stuff? It's going to be a painful toilet session for her if she didn't. The breaks let denser logs snap and pile up in her stomach instead of just pushing against her walls harder as more went through her. I then felt her shift below me, and looked down. I saw a single protrusion coming out of her piss swollen belly. She was wiggling her torso, moving that strong tip around. That explains it, her belly is full of piss already, break points would help, but not by much.

She was trying to move around enough to snap the dense log into smaller pieces that would fit better. I grunted and pushed the unbroken cylinder of waste harder, trying to give her the extra force to break it. All while this is going she's making some truly horrid gurgles and gacks, making me push harder out of concern. I saw the protrusion shift until it diminished, then vanished sharply as the log finally gave, quickly disappearing. Her arms stiffened under me and I could feel her relief at no longer having the spear of shit pushing against her stomach lining.

As I gave her open lips the last bit I had, her relief was reduced by the increasingly large load, no doubt filling her to the point of discomfort. A lot of my shit was stuffing up her belly, maybe a foot or two if unbroken, just above average size for a drake thanks to our inefficient digestion. I let her continue to swallow any chunks stuck in her throat, making sure she also sucked out any deep intestine gas from my bowels as well. I felt her inhale the air in from my slightly open rectum, removing any need for me to push, and mentally made a note to reward her for her progress in being a toilet.

Meanwhile my attention was taken back to Verdant, as he made one of his cute happy hums from mom's tongue licking his insides. He was done transferring the contents of his bowels to her throat, so now she was cleaning up. Mom would get her tongue over every inch of his colon, making sure to grab any chunk of clingy waste. Most days she would also stimulate his prostate with her oral ministrations when he was clean, but he had made it clear he was saving his cum for me like the sweet brother he was.

After sis settled down, she also got to work cleaning my butt out just like mom was doing to Verdant. We put some TV on while they tongued our guts clean.

"So we're good with Trenton's for lunch?'' I asked my brother as some commercials came on.

"Yeah, that sounds like a plan. I bet Trenton would like to congratulate us. You decide on a movie for when we get back?''

"Not sure yet. I think some classics would be good.''

"Oh? How classic? We talking like, movies from our childhood? Or human movies?''

"Human. They have some really good comedy. What about Hot Fuzz?''

"Good thing you said human, otherwise I would have thought you meant the much more adult Hot Fuzz. Works for me, I always like seeing human stuff, they were so weird.'' He said as he looked at me lovingly.

"Quite.'' I shot him a devilish smirk, "Orrrr, we could watch that documentary on their history...'' I stuck my tongue out teasingly as he groaned, "You know I'm interested in the great mystery of why they disappeared. And their civilization is fascinating. Just think of a single species as the only intelligent life, and they still had wars and stuff!'' Yeah, I liked getting fucked till I bled, but man ancient history was awesome. Having my butt filled with my bro's dick isn't the only interest I had.

Verdant rolled his eyes at me, "I believe the word you meant was boring. Sure, it's all spooky and mysterious that they up and vanished, but a documentary is a documentary. Lame. Besides, it is astounding that our history channel just re-runs that stuff from the human one. Even in their time it was silly and lame. Sometimes I wish their digital records left with them.''

"Pffft. But then our own tech and development would be stunted. It took them multiple thousands of years to reach where we got just after five centuries. If anything, I think it's even wilder that all their records and data were still there and easily accessible, yet nothing mentions what happened to them. Like, we can still access their social media, see what lives they lived, yet none of us ever saw one in reality, and never will. Isn't that just... cool?''

I could see that gloss go over Verdant's eyes, "Yeah, I guess.'' I just shook my head, I didn't get why thinking all that was crazy interesting was so unshared between us.

"You just don't have respect for knowledge brother. I'm sure if I made a documentary about how best to fuck me, you'd be all over it.'' I chuckled at him, his own smile breaking through his exaggerated look of disdain. We didn't really say much else while we let the girls clean us out, just pushed our heads forward to playfully boop out snouts together.

The wet noises emanating from our assholes came to a crescendo as the long tongues of our family cleaned our colons with gusto. I could feel sis get in deep, her tongue licking every inch of my walls. I noticed her working around a certain spot, likely trying to dislodge a chunk of poop to swallow. They were near the end of the cleaning service, speeding up their tongue wiggles resulting in loud schlicks coming out of our seated butts. Mom started rubbing Verdant's thighs again, signaling to him that his anal cavity was as spotless as the day he was born.

I felt Sis calm her tongue and slowly pull it out, swirling it around my passage as it exited. Once her tongue retracted to her own mouth, she gave my outer rim some more gentle licks, making sure everything was spit shined and clean. I looked over to see Verdant's cock throbbing, his eyes half lidded and tongue out. Mom was a master at the tongue swirl, no doubt he was in bliss from her experienced movements deep within his bowels.

He shuddered and a bit of pre-cum splurted out of his erect member. At that point, I'm pretty sure that mom was just rimming his hole tenderly. He sighed and slumped back into the couch, his onyx shaft twitching. And that's the sign that mom had kissed his rim lovingly and was gently sucking his tailhole until he was ready to get up. I felt Sis finish up, also kissing my hole like mom taught her too. I sighed and leaned down to pat Sis' round tummy.

I slowly lifted my cheeks off of her, a wet schlorp following the separation of her wet lips from my soaked hole. I stood to my full height, reaching my arms over my head and stretching out, standing on the tip of my paws and thrusting my hips out, giving a flex to my own  cock. A thick line of spit was trailing from my glistening rim back to Sis' mouth protruding from the couch. I looked over and nodded to Verdant, still shivering in the couch as mom sucked his ass. He looked up and nodded back, reaching to pat mom's breasts to tell her to finish up.

I walked past them and leaned down, quickly taking the tip of my twin's drooling member in my mouth. I gave him a brotherly suck, cleaning the pre off his length, before popping it back out of my jaws. The look on his face was priceless, I gave him a wink and kissed his tip before continuing to head to our room.

He too roused himself, lifting his ass off of our mother. As he stood, she pulled her head up and sucked in the spit trail until she had her mouth to his ass again. She gave his crack a full lick and then kissed his pucker goodbye, smiling her motherly smile into her son's asscheeks. He turned as she stood, giving her a hug. She embraced him back, then patted him on the back as he followed me.

First we took our shower, together of course. We made a habit of always washing the other twin, as we were more confident of handing the other's body. We made sure every stroke of shampoo spreading was a sensual affair, always rubbing our near copy's form lovingly.

It wasn't uncommon for us to start fucking halfway through a shower. I had already washed Verdant, who was currently pressed against my back with his arms wrapped around me, his paws softly rubbing shampoo into my abdomen with his head resting on my shoulder next to mine. As I was panting from his caresses, I felt the usual rush of blood to my loins, my member slowly hardening. Verdant purred in my ears, and let a paw trail downwards, stopping just before my base.

He scritched my pubic area, building up a lather and then moved his paw to gently grab my length. I exhaled as I felt him wrap his fingers around me, twitching and bouncing in his grasp. He rubbed the side of his face into mine and asked, "Should this shower have a happy ending, or do you also want to save it for tonight?''

I thought about it, realizing that as the self-declared bottom it didn't matter if I came now. I certainly wanted to, with being all worked up from his sensational shampooing. But then I realized I wanted him to not let me cum even more. "No. Keep going, but don't let me cum.''

"Good boy.'' Verdant said, his dominant persona coming to the front stage. Those two words alone nearly sent me over the edge.

He then began to slowly move his hand around my length, making sure every inch was covered in the soap. Each movement calculated to stimulate me as much as possible without becoming too much. He knew my dick well, just as I knew his. He knew how to twist his grip at that exact spot about halfway down that really got me going. He knew to rub his thumb in gentle circles on my pointed head. He knew the perfect action to take for every inch of my length.

It was working. I became hyper sensitive, every touch setting my nerves on fire with need. But he was diligent, keeping me just below the threshold of climax. He gently pumped my cock for a minute, letting me get the closest to release I would have until tonight. I shook in his arms, feeling his own hard-on pulsing between my asscheeks.

I panted heavily, on the verge of cumming, when he stopped. He took his paw away from my member, the rushing water replacing his soft pawpads. I whimpered as I was kept so close, yet so far. His paw went lower and started to grope my balls. He worked the soap into my scrotum as I whined helplessly, my painfully erect cock twitching in the open.

"Hush now. You haven't earned the right to cum yet.'' He continued to knead my balls. "Does it tingle? Tingle like you should have cum already, but haven't?''

I nodded, breathlessly. My knot was at its un-inserted max girth, my cock ready to cum, but lacking that elusive last touch.

"Good. Those are the tingles of a good brother, who knows their place. You live to please me, your own pleasure is nothing.''

I whimpered again, I pushed my hips back, grinding his shaft against my rim. A wordless plea.

"No. You don't get to ask when I fuck you. I will when I want, and that is not right now.'' He continued to hotdog his dick in-between my cheeks, his tip pushing against my pucker before sliding away. So close.

He finished lathering my balls, and pulled away. Unwrapping his arms and proceeding with the shower as usual. I stayed erect the entire time, helplessly twitching, begging for a release that wasn't coming. Verdant turned up the already sensual soaping to a new level. Every stroke, every caress, every rub kept my passion aflame, setting my nerves to a heat I so rarely felt.

As he got on his knees and stroked down my legs, making sure to tenderly massage every bit, I strained against the need to rub my length through his fur, get some form of stimulation. As he lifted my leg and washed my pawpads, I fought the urge. As he worked his way back up and started soaping my butt, he gently groped my cheeks. It was unbearable. I loved every second of it.

When he was finished he helped rinse me off, both of us ending up face to face. I used my tail to turn the water off as we kissed, my throbbing shaft poking into Verdant's underbelly fur. He reached his hands down and took one of my buttcheeks in each hand, gently squeezing me, timing it with the twitches of my cock pressed against him. He broke the kiss and looked at me proudly.

"Good boy.'' He whispered before resuming the kiss. I was putty in his hands. I let him shove his tongue down my throat, sucking his spit down. I belonged to him. I belonged to my twin, and existed for his pleasure.

He broke the kiss for a final time, pulling his tongue out of my loosened neck and releasing my ass. He nodded his head towards the door. I opened the shower door and stepped out. I took a towel from the rack as he exited and began drying him off. His eyes never left my still throbbing shaft. After he was dry, I dried myself.

Then I brushed my twins' fur, grooming him to be the beautiful brother that's going to knot me tonight. Claim me fully tonight. My groin was still tingling and needy, my length bouncing from my movements. After his fur was perfect, he brushed my back, then stopped. He left and sat on our bed, patting his lap. I nodded and smiled, ears perking up and tail wagging, and sat down on my brother's lap, my erection pointing out of my pressed thighs.

He started grooming my fur then, much like I did to his, while holding me close in his lap. As he tenderly brushed my pelt, he took my hand and held it. Both of us watched as my dick slowly softened while in his presence. I shivered with such an arousal going away without being satisfied, but his hand squeezed mine, making the sensitive tingles bearable with his calming reassurance. God, that fading rise and his warm body against mine... Fuck, just the best.

I melted in his embrace, whimpering as he took care of me. After my own fur was in tip top shape, I looked down remorsefully to my flaccid shaft retreating into my sheath, still burning with desire. Verdant leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, snapping me out of it, his persona gone again in prep of the date. I smiled again and stood up, Verdant following suit.

After a half hour shower, we were ready for the day. I went to my bedside table, as Verdant went to his, and we grabbed our smart watches from their charging port. Then we went back into the bathroom, and opened our saline containers and put on the AR contacts.

These contacts have screens on them, allowing a HUD or augmented reality. They link up with the watches and provide full visuals for the device. Nobody wants a big screen on a watch, and not too many people wear clothes in rural areas like ours so an alternative for pockets was needed.

With the economic and scientific success of the Draahnkyrn Republic, why not go overkill on these things? Now cleaned and groomed, watches acquired, we threw on some shorts that left the crotch uncovered to show the underwear we wore, similar to a jockstrap, but made to be usable as an individual garment with stylized colors and made out of a high-grade material. These underwear were not meant to be kept hidden.

We finished the outfit with some black open chested vests that had red lines on the edges. While we would prefer to go naked, and while that is perfectly acceptable, we were both in public office. We had to have a tad bit more standards than most, our outfits still quite revealing thanks to the shorts that displayed our bulges through the all-weather underwear. We looked over at each other and headed out on our date together.

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As we came out and headed for the front door, mom took a break from her chores to wave us goodbye. "Have fun you two! Make sure to come back before dark if you want time to watch a movie before your Bondage!'' She said, joy filling her voice again.

"Yes, mom.'' We said in unison, returning her wave and smile. We unlocked the door and stepped outside into the cool fall weather. Drakes are physically well built, their military physique not dissipating after all the generations after the initial Cataclysm. The cafe we wanted to go to was only a few miles away, and we could use the exercise. Drakes really only use vehicles for commercial or long range purposes. Besides, the place wasn't far enough to make us even break a sweat while jogging there.

So we set off, setting a calm yet brisk pace towards our destination and chatting along the way. The wind blew through our fur, blowing it around as we bounded with every step of our long digitigrade legs. We passed a couple of other Drakes, some of whom were naked, getting greetings and compliments in passing. We appreciated the approving looks and words people gave us about our bodies, but the only eyes that mattered to us were each other's. As we entered the main street of our small town, we slowed to a walk and held each other's hand as we travelled the last step of our journey.

As we walked through the somewhat crowded streets, many of the numerous passerbys treated us to compliments and loving thumbs-ups. Most of them giving us "Awwww, you two look so cute together!'' or "Well aren't you two just adorable today!'' Most of the locals knew us, mostly because of Verdant's new job, but we both held office in the local government as our town's representatives to the higher ministries. Not the mayor, that was still a thing and was a good friend of ours, but we were just as important despite not being leadership.

Every knowledgeable citizen of our town should know our names, and we made sure to get out often so they knew our faces as well. We've been told that we have some of the best PR out there. We reached a point where if anyone said "The Twins,'' they usually referred to us. Granted, it helps that identical twins are exceedingly rare. We were known as the `Autumn Twins' nationally, taking part of our town's name with us, though we weren't household names beyond our city limits or anything.

It had helped our initial campaign out when we were fourteen and wanted to make a name for ourselves. Especially after the news of our father going around town. He was a local business owner that supplied most of the general goods for the town when it was smaller. Everyone knew him as a wise and proud man, and he was a centerpiece of our small town's social scene. Women always told mom she was lucky she caught his eyes when they were ten. So when his unfortunate fate became known, neighbors and residents came to help mom out while she was still grieving, dad's death impacting her greatly.

But this way everyone knew us before we ran for the Representative position. We were his twin kits, an exceptional rarity with Drake's engineered genetics. So pure and adorable, home grown here in Autumn Ridge. We became a part of the town just as much as dad was. When we announced that we were together on our fifteenth birthday, it melted their hearts.

But even then as we were fifteen, we won the election easily. Of course, it should be noted that drake maturity is generally considered to be around ten to thirteen. While still obviously being a teenager, our minds are sharp and our bodies developed enough internally, thanks again to being bioengineered for mass production initially. It was also a bit of a sport, being a rep mostly just meant giving speeches and serving as a relay to the federal system, mostly just a name to sign off on paperwork, without any real leadership responsibilities.

The rest of the walk was filled with more greetings and waves. There were a few good wishes for Verdant's promotion, with even fewer congratulations about tonight's events. We were open, but didn't broadcast our lives. But it was hard to keep a secret like that considering our position and popularity. Honestly, we're just happy that our raging twincest is accepted, even on the national scale of the Representative Ministry. Incest is very common, but most people don't Bond to their family for life, much less twins considering how rare they are. Bonding to a relative is usually seen as lazy and unsociable.

But for us, everyone says it adds to our charm, and that it's perfectly logical that we grew closer after dad died, even though we were inseparable from the start. After seeing how happy we are, most of the town also believes we were made for each other, embracing our relationship with open arms. Though we were pained by losing our father, we wouldn't have it any other way. He made our dreams real, gave us the opportunity to love each other openly, the opportunity to be happy. We doubt he would change a thing either.

We kept walking down the quaint streets, our little city having the style of a remote and peaceful small town in the southern American Republic. Previously the United States of America when the planet's only sapient species was humans, it went away with the rest of the human civilization once they supposedly abandoned the planet. To our best guess anyways, we know they were less than smart with the sustainability of their resource extraction and population. We also could see the increased interest in space exploration in their archives leading to the species vanishing, but a mass evacuation would surely be documented, right?

I mean, we know their final gift of the Genetic Uplift that made the Common Species that then made us. Granting their sapience to some compatible fauna, almost like they were trying to keep life going, but knowing theirs was unsustainable. There were just so many questions and interesting thoughts about them, I so often dream of their mystery. Anyways, the American territory was reclaimed by various species of Cervines and Avians initially, they were the first to develop in the area and are more common, the local population of other ferals not having much compatibility with the uplift.

The new state now follows the same tenets of its predecessor, welcoming all species in with open arms. We always wanted to visit someday, most of the American's infrastructure was still of human construction, kept maintained over the vast swathes of time, something that always interested us. Much of Drake territory had to be built from scratch, as we were given the smoldering ruins of something the humans called Russia. I would have liked to see this place before the destruction, as that was something of our doing actually. Well, not ours, the drakes, but instead the Commons' actions.  

We made it work though, and while most of our architecture was based off of modified and updated human blueprints, we still had a certain style we mixed in. Knowing I had to focus on the present day and moment, I looked at our reflection in a store window as we passed, hand in hand. What a nice day to go out, the sun was shining, a cool breeze swept around, just perfect weather.

The sky was clear enough that you could see some of the derelict orbital weapons platforms hidden in the deep blue, a reminder of how this land was devastated once. I returned my gaze forward, watching passerbys, glad those stations were shut down after the Cataclysm. Commons were foolish to try and utilize old human weapons, their will for destruction continues to be vastly underestimated.

Instead, my attention was now grabbed by those walking by us. This was a traditional town filled with traditional drakes, as such, there were a good amount of people not wearing any clothes, both male and female. Otherwise the bulk of the outfits we saw were similar to ours, revealing but modest enough. Some guys wore only thongs or modern loincloths, most girls wore generally skimpy outfits as well.

Short shorts or skin tight garments that showed their form off, somewhat see-through tops, and all of them went braless. Nipples poked out of all clothes, and camel toes were everywhere. Some women really embraced the traditional lifestyle like mom, wearing nothing, or something specifically designed to cover juuuust enough, or barely anything at all. A recent brand of general-purpose bikinis were trending, a few cropping up in the humble populace.

One woman, not a drake but a green and tan lizard species actually, was wearing what can only be described as the skimpiest version of a suit. More like a V-string bathing suit but the straps were shaped like the lapels on a suit jacket as it ran down her chest and over the middle of her breasts, tucking underneath them to join the thin second V-shaped fabric that went to her crotch. The only other thing she wore were lovely nylon stockings on her arms and legs, leaving her shoulders, most of her torso, and all of her hips exposed with a good amount of cheek open for gawking on the backside.

There was also a little replication of a suit shirt and tie under the thin jacket straps around her neck. The collared shirt was short and went down to the start of her cleavage and ended in yet another V shape, the tie continuing over it and vanishing between her sizable boobs. I was a little surprised to see a non-drake here, and wearing something that a Common would find so demeaning.

Of course I shouldn't have been, as it was not uncommon for people of other species and nations to come here to experience the sexually liberating lifestyle, most coming here specifically so they could wear outfits like that as their standard work uniform. Though it was strange seeing her here, in Autumn Ridge. Most of those people would still stay in the urban areas of the nation, not come all the way out to our local spot. Either our new lizard girl was very adventurous for a Common, or little Autumn Ridge isn't so little as the image we have of it.

I had to chuckle, as Verdant actually stopped to talk to her, asking where she got that outfit. She of course didn't know, just telling him that it was her old office's traditional style uniform. She recognized us of course and said she was a new hire to the courthouse and offered to find out. She could run next door to the town hall, where we work, to tell us herself on Monday, to which Verdant thanked her profusely. I smirked at his eagerness to obtain that suit and clapped him on the back gently and got ready to give him some grief.

"Just had to try and get your hands on it huh? I knew you would want it the second she came around that corner. I'm surprised you didn't ask her to just get naked and give it to you.''

He turned to look at me as our pace slowed a bit, his eyes darting back behind us to watch the girl's ass jiggle around. "I was close to, but you know, she's a new face and a foreigner. She definitely came here for a certain set of reasons considering the big-ass smile she has while wearing that thing down a crowded road, but it's better not to push and become the false image the Commons have of us. Besides, we're of pretty high standing in this town, and she now also works for the town. There will be plenty of time to get to know her and her wardrobe.'' My previous smirk was met with one of equal if not greater magnitude.

I snuck one last glance at the girls ample backside, her green scales glittering in the noon sun. "Yes, it would be quite beneficial to have an intimate working relationship with her for sure, she seems to have some expert assets to bring to the table.'' I met my twin's eyes as we both watched her leave the line of sight. "Man... can you imagine mom wearing that?'' I pondered aloud.

"Hell yeah, why do you think I asked her where to get it?'' He beamed at me.

"I figured, but I also thought you would want it for yourself.''

"Oh? Since when did I become a crossdresser? I must have missed one hell of a memo.'' Verdant said with a chuckle.

"No, no, not to wear, but to have on hand for any girl you might come across. I know that suit was the exact kind of clothes that get you worked up. You know, the skimpy clothes that still try to be regular clothes. It isn't the actual clothes per se, but the connotation of the wearing conditions. Lingerie doesn't do jack shit for you, because you're supposed to wear it for a sexual purpose and environment. That suit she was wearing gets you going because it's a skimpy outfit that still tries to be a suit and is meant to be worn as regular clothes for regular situations.'' I explained as we resumed our walk.

"Jeez, are you taking some kind of fetish appreciation class at the local college? But, right you are, it seems like you know me too well.''

"Of course, that's part of our charm. We've known each other our entire lives.'' I replied as I took his hand in mine once more. "And I took it last year,'' I added with a wink. Then I shrugged, "Also got really easy to catch on when you always wanted me to wear that transparent latex onesie on all our trips to the water parks.''

Buildings passed, people strode by, our walk proceeded wonderfully. There were still a few more blocks to go before we reached Trenton's, so we made small talk to pass the time. Until we rounded one corner to see a familiar face. One of the local police officers, a black scaled dragoness with lighter undertones. Though she was just a drake who had a cosmetic genetic procedure to replace the normal coat of fur with scales.

Our pelt was originally a defect that the engineers just couldn't get to go away when designing their draconic soldiers, too many of the other species genes being mixed with ours having fur. So technically the people who got this procedure are the `true' version of drakes, but it's really only seen as if a drake dyed their fur. Officer Ilya got the procedure for a few reasons that become more clear when seeing her police uniform.

The default uniform is a typical police uniform, but then there's the traditional variant, otherwise known as the skimpy one that girls (or guys) who want to show off their body can use. This one consists of arm and thigh length stockings that are made of a tough dark blue latex. Then there is a black short coat with sleeves that barely go past the shoulder while the entire length only goes down to just past the bust of most women with sides that are designed to drape down around the outside of the breasts, leaving the chest almost completely open.

There is an outdoor bra worn under this jacket though, two large cups that leave the tops of an officer's rack uncovered for bountiful cleavage, with sturdy pockets over where the nipples are. The bottom of the bra extends a bit further down against the wearer's ribs, somewhat splitting off into two sides before stopping well above the bottom of the ribs, making a bit of a corset almost. Each side has a small ring that has a strap connected to it that then extends down to the leggings where one goes horizontally to another small strap that serves as a thong.

Officer Ilya was a special girl though, very forward. She had the position of being the Public Relations officer, which means she's the main contact between the people and the boys in blue, while also being the scantily clad poster girl of the police department and serving as eye candy to the good citizens of Autumn Ridge. She loved this job, and made some changes to her uniform to better suit that.

She ditched everything but the stockings.

Ilya attends press conferences and chases down jaywalkers with literally nothing covering any part of her torso. All she has is those four latex stockings on each limb. She strapped her badge and handcuffs to her left thigh, while her taser, tacPad, and a compact pouch of condoms was on her right leg. This made her opt for the scales so that she had a little extra defense despite her brazen nudity in the rare fight she had to get into, and also to prevent the chafing of the fur after being in the latex for so long. It really suited her though, the black scales went great with the blue latex.

She was currently leaning on a parking meter and having a discussion with a driver in the spot she was standing in front of, her ass pushed out to show her holes while her breasts hung down freely. We turned the corner to this sight and paused, not exactly expecting to see her, and as such, we were frozen in awe of her presented body. The police life gave her curves the perfect trimness and each patch of glittering black scales gave hints to the imposing muscle below, while her lighter underbelly scales somehow looked plush and soft.

Her breasts and ass were a good size but weren't exactly large, smaller than mom's, but the size matched her fitness perfectly, the overall form combined to a jaw dropping physique. Which was the goal, as her lack of coverings were her greatest asset in the small amount of hands-on police work she did. Any suspect froze to stare at her, and those are people who grew up in a society where half the population is naked at all times.

"Look, I understand that you have important time-sensitive business, but you can't park here. This is the station's fire lane, you are obstructing the engines if they need to leave.'' The immodest officer explained to a blue and white drake in the vehicle.

"Yes, but please officer, there's no other spaces and I'm already late! It will only be half an hour, surely you can let this slide? Hell, I'll take the ticket, just let me stay!''

"Sorry, but if you exit the vehicle and leave it here, it's gonna be towed. Unless you are in a life or death situation, you need to move. It sucks, but it's for the best.'' Ilya stated as she stopped leaning on the meter and stood tall, folding her arms over her bare breasts, the pink of her vaginal slit visible between her legs.

"I don't get why parking here would need such a serious situation. Just... ugh, fuck. I don't have time for this, is there anything you can do, or anywhere else you know there is a spot? I need to get going.'' An exasperated sigh could be heard from the open window even from our observant distance.

"Because you parking here could impact somebody else's life or death situation. Alright, if you can't find a spot anywhere else, just go to the police station. It's not as close to your destination as here, but I'm sure you can run fast enough to only be fashionably late. You're not supposed to park there unless you have business at the station, but a guest parking spot is easier to bend the rules over than a fire lane.''

Ilya lowered her arms, her bust gently wobbling back down to their usual perky resting position in the open, as she reached to her right thigh to pull her tacPad out of its holster and began tapping the screen. "I'll clear it with the proper people so you don't get fined for parking at the station if you end up going there.'' A sympathetic smile was on her face as she peered over the screen to look at the driver.

"Wha- Really? Yeah... At full sprint from there I could still salvage this whole thing... You're a lifesaver Ilya, truly a gift to this town, I can't thank you enough.'' Stammered out the driver, clearly relieved.

"Of course, I'm a public servant in every sense, just doing my job. Laws are designed to protect people, not make them unnecessarily late. Now go on, you clearly don't have time to chat.'' The mostly nude officer waved goodbye with a giggle as the car pulled out and sped down the street, though not too fast, he still knew there was a cop watching him. She chuckled to herself as she watched the car turn and disappear, then turning around to face us.

"Heya guys! I would've said something earlier, but as you could see I was a bit busy.'' Ilya started approaching us with a welcoming grin, hugging both of us tightly when she reached us. I felt a little tingly as her smooth scaled breasts and subtle nipples poke into my chest, touching me directly thanks to our open faced vests. She saw the blush on my face and her grin only grew wider.

As I said, Ilya was very forward. Most drake women were very promiscuous and had the drake's trademark lack of modesty, but Ilya was one of the girls who truly embraced the traditional lifestyle. Officer Ilya was the only other woman we knew who was as much of a slut as our mother. There were no doubt others in our town, we just haven't become acquainted with them.

"Good to see you Ilya! Kinda surprised to see you out here, we usually only see you at the meetings.'' My brother said with that exuberant smile of his, always happy to see a friend outside of work.

"Yeah, anytime we see you, we're all on business. This is a pleasant surprise, how's it going?'' I asked.

"Oh everything is just great!'' Ilya said cheerily, standing proud with her hands on her hips as she beamed at us. "Just doing some meter work, not usually in my job description but I need to carry my own weight here and there, and it's a good way to do what is my job.''

Ilya placed her hands on her boobs and hefted them up. "Being the PR officer for our precinct, it's always effective to do a good old fashioned boots-on-the-ground mingling with our citizens. While I make sure everyone gets the full picture of my body during recorded announcements and such, so many little details are lost when not in-person.'' She let her tits drop down tantalizingly to accentuate her last statement, jiggles rippling over her scales in ways not visible on a screen. "And any day where I can walk around town in uniform and show myself off is a good day. As I said, I'm a public servant, and I can't say no to a poor citizen needing some stress relief.'' Ilya added with a wink.

On her left thigh, strapped over the blue latex legging a few inches below the belt that held her badge and handcuffs, was another belt that held the tied up ends of three filled condoms, trapped between the black weave and the shiny blue stocking. A personal tally mark of how many people she `helped' that day, only allowing covered intercourse so that nobody would be plowing into somebody else's mess, and so she got something to display her productivity. I think it could be understood why she's done wonders for the police's public reputation, considering how often she engages in `public relations' with everyone.

Everybody loves her because she's a slut, but a slut that gets results, and a valuable member of the force thanks to her actual expertise in the field of PR. The precinct had a long bout of little changes sweep through as Ilya got actual feedback from the residents, her actions bringing real meaningful change. Half of why she smiles so much is how proud she is of her accomplishments, absolutely thrilled she could make a difference while still living her life as a traditional woman. We were proud of her too, and always smiled right back with her.

"That's good, I know you well enough to know you don't handle being cooped up at a desk too well.'' Verdant said as he took a step forward and placed a hand over one of her bare breasts, the scaled flesh filling his palm nicely. Her smile cranked up to ten then, happy to be groped openly on the street.

"I'm glad you could get some field work in, I'm sure the good people of Autumn Ridge appreciate any and all attention you give them.'' He gave the soft swell of her boob one final drop before returning to my side. Ilya's tail was wagging profusely after the contact, a content happiness distinct from her usual giddiness showing on her features while she hummed pleasantly.

"Thanks for that, you really know how to treat a girl. Seeing as how you two are off the clock, is there anything else you might need from me that we usually can't do?'' The nearly-naked cop's arousal was apparent, looking at us expectantly.

I chimed in, "Sorry Ilya, just cause we're not at work doesn't mean we don't have places to be. It was great to see you though! And if you have a desire to met up outside of work, I'm sure we can find some time. Mom would love to see you again too.'' Ilya dropped the forward momentum of her lust, but kept her happy expression, respecting our restraint, no doubt knowing what was in store for us tonight.

"I would love to, I'll see if I can catch you guys before you're separated. It's been too long, and you know I just adore the two of you, like most of the town.'' The immodest officer looked to the sky with her ears perked attentively, "Yes... it's been too long since me and Halcyon talked. I've been burning to do a rematch from that blow-off last year. She sucked just one more dick than me, my greatest shame while on the force. We'll have to see who's the better slut now.'' A competitive grin etched across Ilya's scaled visage as she looked back at us.

"Well, it will still be one hell of a competition. Mom hasn't lost her touch.'' My brother responded.

"Hah, if I know that pink speckled piece of ass, nothing is curbing her libido. She was raised as one of those good ol' girls and took a real shine to it, and had the perfect body to match her attitude. She was a rare breed, even for those times. I like to think we were made of the same cloth. Because, ya know - "

She looked down at her bare torso and slipped her thumbs under the edge of her two latex leggings, pulling the material away from her scales before letting it snap back, accentuating her lack of clothing. "But your mother's sluttiness is truly inspiring. Everything about your family is, really. The town slut getting with the town's favorite neighbor, then having twins! You two are something special, lemme tell you.'' She stepped forward and ruffled our head-fur, making me blush as her wobbling tits were put at my eye level. "Well, I shouldn't keep you guys, though we really should meet up after hours sometime. Have fun you two! And congrats about tonight!'' Ilya concluded with a wave.

We said our farewells and parted ways, Ilya continuing to make her way down the meters while we resumed our journey to the restaurant. We saw the diner across the street and walked over, the patrons at the tables outside waving to us. We waved back, still holding hands and went through the open door.

Trenton's was small and homey, not able to seat more than 20 people at a time. Trenton, the founder, was an old Drake. He used to be a high class professional chef out in the Common nations, until he became disenfranchised with how his restaurant was being corporatized. So he came back home and started his own little place, around the same time Mom and Dad moved into the town.

As we walked in we were greeted by Merry, Trenton's claimed girl of 40 years. Though it was pretty clear that this was one of the lesser common cases of heterosexuality akin to our parents, a truly lovely relationship between the two. She was a predominantly dark blue furred Drake with little to no patterns except for her underbelly being gray, with her age similar to Trenton seeing that they both met in their twenties. She looked up and saw us, bouncing on her paws with glee, her face lighting up and ears shooting forward. She wore a plain dress and still looked good, drakes don't really age externally past their prime and our expected lifespan is a few decades longer than Commons, making her in the equivalent of her fifties while looking like her thirties.

"Verdant! Azure! How are you two! It's been awhile since your last visit here!'' She ran up and threw her arms around the two of us simultaneously, one of her legs lifted up backwards. "Oh! Hold me down and knock me up, your birthdays are today aren't they? Silly me, how could I forget, Trenton baked you two a pie!'' She ended her embrace, holding her Slate digital tablet tight to her chest. She turned to walk behind the counter and lean through the window to the kitchen.

"Trenton! The twins are here!'' She walked back over to us, perpetually giddy. There was a reason she chose the name `Merry' after all. Trenton walked through the kitchen doors, fur matted with sweat and the singular piece of clothing he wore, his apron, was stained with splotches of food. He was a red furred Drake with a yellow-orange underbelly and white highlights of chevron stripes marking his abdomen and limbs.

"Ah! The Twins stop by to say hello to old Trenton! Happy birthday you two!'' He sauntered over, his age showing, and gave each of us a brisk hug.

"Hey Uncle Trenton.'' We said both as one. We shot each other a look, noticing that we've been in unison even more than usual today. We smiled at each other, both of us agreeing that it's not a bad thing. We looked back to the couple in front of us. Trenton noticed our unspoken conversation.

"Heh, you guys haven't changed, have you? Although it does seem that you kits `grow' bigger every time we see you.'' Trenton said, giving us a wink and nod. We blushed a little, but having your genitals complimented was fairly common in Drake society, he had no doubt peeked at the bulges that our shorts were presenting.

Merry noticed we were still holding hands, "Oh you two are such a wonderful couple. I wish more people were able to love someone like you.'' She tilted her head, placing one of her paws on her mate's shoulder. "Tonights the big night then?'' She lowered her voice past her usual happy boisterousness. "Your Bondage?'' Trenton also gave us a quizzical look, searching for confirmation.

Our smiles grew and our hands tightened, looking at each other quickly before looking back to them. "That's right. Tonight we will be finally one. Only Mom and Sis are going to witness. We don't mind having two more if you want to be there.'' I answered. Verdant spoke up, "Yeah, you two basically count as family. You're welcome to attend.''

Trenton and Merry smiled, but shook their heads. "We would love to, but it's your night. Your family's night.'' Merry said, her eyes suddenly looking uncharacteristically somber. "Your mother needs this. She needs to know that her claimant lives on, just in two pieces. That her kits are happy and lively and you two will always be together.'' She reached her hands out and placed our hands in between them. "All she wants is to know that you two are happy. You two and your sister are all she has left.''

We moved our hands to wrap around hers. "We know.'' Again, said in unison. I continued, "We would be nothing without her.'' Verdant picked up, "She gave us as much strength as we gave her.'' Everyone's faces now bore a somber smile. It was a tough subject, but one with a happy ending, all things considered.

"Well, I suppose I should get you that pie.'' Trenton said, starting to turn.

"Actually, we came here to eat. We wanted an anniversary date together beforehand.'' Verdant said.

"Well slap my ass and pound me raw, I forgot to ask if you were eating here!'' Merry said, her usual cheeriness returning. "Let me get you set up at the back table. It's a bit more secluded than the front. I know you don't mind showing your relationship in public, but I think some privacy would suit your date. I just love the way you call your birthdays your anniversary. That's just brilliant!'' She said as she gave us an adoring look.

"Thanks,'' Verdant said. "We really appreciate it,'' I continued.

"I'll check in with you two lovers before you leave.'' Trenton said, waving and walking back to the kitchen. Merry grabbed some menus and led us to the back table, we got knowing looks from the other customers we passed. Some even waved and gave a thumbs up. As we sat down, Merry came rushing back with a lit candle to set in the center of the table.

"Aw, just look at you two, all grown up. I remember when you had your first lunch here as kits.'' She sniffled and gave us a big smile, before taking our orders. When she reached over to grab the menus, I noticed the pink bracelet she wore.

"Merry, is that the bracelet we gave you?'' I asked the happy woman. "Still wearing it after all these years?'' Verdant added once he saw it.

"Why yes, it's been a regular accessory for me, it may just be a pink rubber band, but it means a lot.'' Merry grasped the band on her wrist gently with an affectionate look. "When you gave it to me, I'll never forget the look in your eyes, it was just... pure.''

"Well, we're glad it was a good gift then, because mom wanted to give you a buttplug.'' We all laughed a bit, "Though surely the material is getting old now, if it ever breaks let us know, we can get a new one for you.'' Verdant leaned back to look at Merry while he was talking to her.

"Why thank you, but that shouldn't be necessary, the gift was the memories, not the object. Besides you should be thinking about your own gifts once Verdant is out of the country.'' Her smile dampened a touch. "Gosh, I just realized you two will be separated for a while. That's awful! You two can still visit each other right?'' She said as her eyes widened.

"Yes, Azure will be visiting as frequently as he can, but the first month is off limits.'' Verdant said back.

"Oh, you poor boys. You two are inseparable, I can't imagine what that would be like. I guess I just didn't want to think about anything bad happening to you two, and didn't even consider that Verdant's new position would have a downside.'' She said, an exaggerated pout on her face now, with drooping ears and tail to match.

"It will be rough, but we will survive, we always do.'' Verdant said, keeping the happy smile on his face. I noticed his tail had frozen, and one of his ears twitted a bit. I knew my twin, I knew he felt nothing but fear and doubt about our separation as those thoughts came rushing back to his mind. He hid it well. I kept silent.

"Well it's not forever. You two will be back in each other's arms before you know it.'' She said, her merriness back in full swing. "I'll get those orders out for you two as soon as they're ready!'' She said as she left.

I looked at Verdant, his pseudo-happiness frozen in place, his eyes staring at nothing. I broke him out of his trance by taking his hand and talking to him. "Merry is still merry it seems. What a wonderful woman. Mom and dad were smart to make friends with such great people.'' I watched his smile become more genuine, his mind pushing away thoughts of the future and focusing on our present.

"She is just a joy all around. I love a girl who is genuinely happy.'' Verdant said.

"Yeah, I know you have a thing for wholesomeness. You don't have to tell me twice.'' I responded.

We spent the rest of the time chatting, talking about topics that more normal brothers would talk about. As we enjoyed our date, we got curious looks from other customers and people walking past the store window. They wanted to see what the town's twins were up to, but respected our privacy enough to just look or continue on their way. When the food came, we thanked Merry and dug in, Trenton's cooking superb in every way, the closest to homemade a restaurant can get. Once the plates were spotless, and our appetites sated, we continued the birthday-date, enjoying our company.

Merry snuck up and grabbed our plates and slipped us the check tablet. Verdant swiped his smartwatch over the Slate tablet and confirmed the payment, only after he noticed she was there. Merry came back and grabbed the Slate, smiling even more at the tip we left. We stood up and all walked over to the back room and waited for Trenton. He came out with a boxed pie and good wishes for our future, understanding the severity of our separation. He shook our hands and Merry hugged us tightly.

"Good luck you two. Make your father prouder than he already is.'' Trenton said.

Merry was still bouncing excitedly, "And have fun tonight! I want to hear you two going at it from across town!''

We shared our sentiments about not being able to eat there for a while, and assured them that tonight will be just what we want. After our final farewell, we walked back out onto the town's streets and made our way home, Verdant holding the pie. If we hadn't just eaten, that pie wouldn't have survived the trip. It was a peach pie, our favorite. Trenton knew just what to give us for our special day.

The temperature had cooled down a bit, making the jog home quite pleasant. Since Verdant's hands were tied up with the pie box, we coiled our tails around each other's in lieu of holding hands. We approached our quaint house, the door opening and Mom standing in the doorway, smiling at us together. She was genuinely happy in that moment, and that only made us more joyful, dumb smiles on our faces and our tails trying to wag, even though they were tangled up.

-

We walked through the threshold and into welcoming arms, Verdant struggling to break mom's embrace to put the pie away. I pried myself away and went to him, asking him to hold still as I carefully took his contacts out. I left for our bathroom when I finished, and secured his contacts in their saline bath, doing the same to my own.

I returned to the living room smiling broadly, everyone was on the couch waiting for me. Verdant was fiddling with the remote to the screen wall, looking for our movie to watch. I plopped down in the open space between Verdant and mom, noticing sis was nestled in mom's lap, enjoying a wonderful full-head pillow in the form of mom's tits. It seemed like Verdant was still in his adorable wholesome relationship mood, so we curled our hands together as well.

Verdant started the movie, the room lights dimming at his command. Mom then surprised us by pulling a blanket out of what we can only guess to be her ass, and tossed it over us while giving us a wink. We both simultaneously nodded and covered ourselves in the blanket, only our heads showing. The blanket covered our intertwined bodies, mom providing the privacy for subtle handjobs in the fashion we used to do before we were open about it. We weren't planning anything though, that was for later, right now it was just us and a pleasant time with our family. And a super soft fuzzy blanket, who could say no to that?

It was perfect. We watched the movie, but my real focus was on the body pressed into mine. The soft breathing, the way his fur brushed against mine, the heat we shared under the blanket building slowly, his head resting on my shoulder. Every little inch of contact was heavenly, and we both couldn't hold back the gentle rumbles that rolled out of our chests as we settled against each other.

Eventually we stretched out, me against Verdant's lap, our heads sticking out of the blanket together. Our happy humming only grew as we rubbed cheeks. We laughed as the movie played. This moment was all we could ever ask for, all we wanted to live for. We were at peace when we were together like this. No crazy sex, or personas. Just us in a wonderful moment.

But as the movie ended and we retold quotes to extend the laughter, our night got back on schedule. When the mood settled, Verdant held me closer. Our heads smushed together already, he whispered in my ear.

"Do you want to start here, or head to our room?'' He said softly, my ears flittering as his words registered. The date and movie was the epitome of our relationship, but the crazy sex was still a good part of it. The time had come, for the first fuck of the night. The roughest fuck of the night, and hopefully the wrecking of my asshole, if not all my holes.

I couldn't wait, every second of anticipation multiplied the butterflies in my stomach to a low tingling buzz that spread to my very core. I nuzzled my brother, and whispered back, "Here. Mom knows this side of us, I don't mind her watching.'' I could see Verdant's face square up to the task of playing the big commanding brother out of the corner of my eye.

"I forgot how much I loved that movie.'' Verdant said, everyone turning to look at us. "But it's only five, sundown is in two hours. I want to stick my dick in something, I can't wait any longer.'' Verdant continued, looking directly at me. "Azure, drape your head over the armrest, I'm going to throatfuck you.'' He said calmly, throwing the blanket off and standing up, pushing me off him. Oh fuck, it's been too long since we did that. I love the way his knot splits my jaw open once it locked in my muzzle. As I got into position I heard another whisper.

"Hey, don't get too into it, I still wanna save my load for us tonight.'' I noticed he slipped a small ring around the base of his growing shaft as he said this. That ring should let him feel everything but hold off orgasm for a little bit. That gave me some wiggle room. I winked to him in confirmation. I rolled over, lying face up on the couch, my foot paws resting on top of mom's thighs as she and sis watched. I let my head sit on the armrest and licked my lips, a shiny jet black dick flopping onto the underside of my muzzle with a thwap as soon as I tilted my head back.

I parted my lips and curled my tongue around to make a slick hole at the front of my mouth. All I could see was Verdant's big fuzzy white balls. I saw his scrotum move away, feeling the length on my exposed throat slide back. His sleek flesh drew down my fur until his pointed head crested over my upturned chin, then dropped happily against my lips. He thrust in, with no warning, at full strength. His tip slid past my lips quickly and was enveloped by my tongue's coil, pulling it to the back of my mouth with the rest of his ten inches pushing into my muzzle.

His cockhead rammed against the barrier to my throat, halting his advance. With a subtle pop the bundle of nerves and muscles were broken through, his thick length forcing its way into my neck and spreading my esophagus open as it delved deeper and I loudly gagged. The relentless drive into my throat ceased, myself barely registering the soft fuzz of my brother's sheath and nuts on my snout indicating he had fully hilted my face. I could feel him throbbing in my throat, past my jaws, his cockhead spearing into the inner lining of my gullet and protruding from my taut skin.

I merely let out a muffled gack and other choking noises, the only possible sounds I could make with him so deep in my neck. Mom no doubt saw the column of my twin's cock shape my skin around it. She saw the tip protrude up around my bent throat, moving slightly as I felt the member stuffing my muzzle twitch, hungry for more. I tried not to swallow, as that would only stimulate him, but I let my tongue continue to caress his length. It was still coiled around it like a spring from when he plunged his dick into my mouth initially.

Verdant slowly pulled out, likely watching the outline of himself disappear from my exposed neck, until only my lips were kissing his head. With not another moment of hesitation he shoved everything back in again, quickly withdrew, before thrusting in again. He worked into a quick, steady, and deep rhythm of fucking my throat, the others in the room watching my neck bulge out obscenely with every thrust as the living space filled with my wet gags and the slippery schlicks of his shaft stretching my mouth out. He placed his hands on the armrest around my head, not even bothering to touch me as he invaded my throat.

It continued, in and out, in and out, my throat feeling sore and abused more and more by the second. Verdant fucked me raw, he started staying deep in my neck longer with every thrust, his hilted moments getting more and more painful as his semi-inflated knot forced its way past my lips. I was getting really hard now.

"Lets see if this thing works.'' He said as he wrapped his hands around my muzzle, one on my nose and the other on my lower jaw. He twisted my head, forcefully but not sharply, to be horizontal. Once my head was turned, he opened my jaws, spreading them left and right, revealing the wet member inside. I could see his face, the look of someone trying out a new tool for the first time on it. He thrust deeper that any previous thrust, his tip feeling like it was about to rip out of my chest.

My wide open jaws let his hips get against my molars and allowed his dick to fuck the entrance to my throat like any other hole. His cockhead's imprint disappeared from my neck as it went deeper, to my collarbone, my neck stretching out in every direction from his girth. The spot where my neck met the soft underside of my muzzle, the outside area of where my throat started, that area was nothing but a thick, round protrusion, appearing and vanishing as my twin fucked the entirety of my throat. It was his knot, popping through the narrow entrance to my gullet, securing itself behind my jaw and ripping out of it with every thrust.

It felt like my throat was having lava poured down it, my jaw feeling like it was being dislocated with every pop of his knot. I felt a wellspring of pre-cum shoot up my shaft, with more to quickly follow. His hand was still covering my nose, his dick never fully leaving my throat anymore. I felt my air run out as tears ran down my face. I tried so hard to see my twin through my hazy vision, to find him not even looking at me, the sound of wet throatfucking overpowering my choking sobs. I grew limp, the lack of oxygen taking my energy away, but replacing it with a euphoria so powerful I can't describe it.

I barely registered Verdant deeply thrusting one last time, his knot locking deep in my throat, cutting off what little air I had left. But I did register that there was no flood of semen pumping right into my stomach like expected. Looks like the ring worked, I thought to myself, my senses dulling and mind wandering. I looked at my twin one last time before my vision faded out, seeing a face that was satisfied at the performance of his tool. He didn't even look at me like I was a person.

I came. I convulsed in oxygen-deprived bliss, my cock shooting immense amounts of cum across my belly and chest. I saw the face on my twin quickly shift, looking at me with eyes with worry. But I was too far gone, riding my climax into blissful darkness.

-

I awoke with a start, gasping as I sucked a huge amount of air into my lungs. I was instantly smothered by my brother as he tightly embraced me. I was on mom's lap, looking at her underboob, until my vision was nothing but Verdant's worried face, frozen in fear.

"Hey.'' I said nonchalantly.

"Are you okay? I'm so sorry, I wanted to get you going by not giving you warning when I started, but then I realized that didn't give you time to get air, but when I figured it out I already throat knotted you, then when I looked down you were cumming so I thought you were fine, but then I noticed you weren't breathing, and I panicked, and I-''

"Hey.'' I said again, reaching up to take his head in my hands abruptly. My voice was hoarse, my throat still feeling like it was covered in burns. "It's okay.'' I whispered, my words gravelly and pained. I pressed the bridges of our muzzles together, our heads up against each other's. "It's okay...'' My whisper barely audible.

Verdant held me closer, seemingly on the verge of tears and just happy to have his brother awake. I continued to whisper into his head pressed against mine. "I came so fucking hard dude. That was insane.'' I smiled, painfully, and licked my twins lips. "Thank you. Thank you for doing that, and thank you for not letting it go too far.'' Even though my voice was low and cracking, he felt the genuine thanks I gave him.

"It seemed like it went too far to me...'' Verdant said, his eyes still showing the fear he had from thinking he might have lost me. "I know we've throat knotted before, but you never passed out. You scared me so much. I scared me...'' Verdant continued, also whispering due to our proximity.

"Nah, that went just far enough. Both your dick in my throat and the breath-play. I get why people do that now, everything feels incredible when you're low on oxygen. I can't explain it. You're doing this to me again before you leave.''

"Breath-play? Of course there's a word for it. If I'm doing it again, we're going to have to talk about it. Set some bounds, or warnings. I want to make sure we do it safely. I can't go through thinking I did that to you again...'' Verdant trailed off at the last part, his emotions coming to the surface again. I felt his eyes water and the fur on our close faces get wet.

"I understand. I want us both to enjoy this. If you're terrified of really hurting me, you won't enjoy it, and I won't enjoy it. I'm not going to pressure you into something you truly don't want to do. That's not how our relationship works. I'm only okay with it if you are.''

"Thank you.'' He pressed his head more into mine, our muzzles tightly close against one anothers as we embraced each other, laying across mom's lap still. His tears started flowing fully now, wetting the fur around mine completely. Those two words carry twice their normal meaning. He sniffed, close to breaking into sobs. "I'm glad that what you can't describe from that experience is pleasure. Because I can't describe looking down to see you not breathing, to see you gone. Oh god, I can't describe it.''

"You don't have to. I understand.'' I said softly, gently caressing his cheeks with the paws that held his head to mine. We sat there, Verdant seemingly teetering on the edge of bawling his eyes out. I suspect the only reason he didn't was because he was pressed against me, assured that I was still with him. Time passed that I didn't bother keeping track of, all that mattered was that I was with my twin.

Eventually we moved on. We sat up, our faces still nuzzling as we sat across one another on the couch. Mom rubbed the parts of her thighs we were laying on, smiling. She broke the silence.

"Good thing you woke up when you did. Verdant was a mess. He nearly called an ambulance, you know.'' I just squeezed his hand, assuring him that his reaction was understandable. Mom continued, "Now, I know that you're into that stuff Azure, but please talk to us or give us some kind of sign that you were alright. And I don't mean cumming your brains out.''

She eyed the large spot of my underbelly fur that was matted with dry semen. "Remember what me and your father taught you on sex-ed week. Communication is key, even if you can cheat a bit with your `twin-sense'.'' I flicked my tail in confirmation, as my head was still occupied with pressing against my brothers. "I know this was just an overzealous climax that was more or less still in control, but you worried us immensely.''

We finally separated our heads and looked at mom, nodding our agreement. Then me and Verdant fully embraced one another before letting go and just holding hands, gazing into each other's eyes. We made our peace with one another in that unspoken conversation, our faces returning to loving smiles. Mom looked at us and joined our embrace, seeing her kit's worry being replaced with love.

"How long was I out?'' I asked before trying to clear my throat, only setting it on fire more.

"Only 10 minutes or so. It's close to seven o' clock.'' She reached onto the table and grabbed a small cup of cough syrup and a cough drop. "Here, this should help your throat. I know it gets sore after a deep fuck like that.'' She winked at me, as I took the items, a blush spreading across my muzzle.

"Not to mention, Verdant pretty much ripped his knot out of your throat once he saw you passed out. That will likely have made a few minor tears. You need some time to heal, so I'm going to say you won't be doing that again before Verdant leaves.'' She gave me as stern a look as she could muster. I just nodded and flicked my tail as I drank the syrup, its cool texture calming my throat nearly instantly. I was curious.

"How did you know which stuff to get? And how do you know his knot tore my throat?'' I questioned her.

"Oh, your father used that open jaw trick on me all the time.'' She said as she gave her motherly smile in full force after seeing my pained expression dissipate. "He would tear my throat up good.''

Verdant spoke next, his voice still a little shaky. "Well it's only seven, so there's still about two hours before sundown. Are you still ok with doing the Bonding tonight or do you want to postpone?'' He looked at me, a concerned look on his features.

"I'm all for it. I was expecting to be in way worse shape than this after our planned rough fuck.'' I responded, my voice starting to normalize.

"Are you alright with that being the rough one? I know you came, but we never got to actually having sex.'' Verdant asked back.

"I couldn't have asked for a better time. Next time we'll make sure it goes smoother with some set procedures and signs.''

"I'm just glad you were able to enjoy yourself, despite our reaction. That's what makes it count for me.'' Verdant leaned in and gave me a quick kiss on the lips.

-

Sis had left before Verdant started using me, and I noticed her presence in the room again. Mom told me that she was filled in on the situation and that she was who got the medicine from the cabinet. I thanked her, after which mom got up and left to go give her her daily anal training before the Bonding, leaving Verdant and I left on the couch. He laid down on his side, facing outwards and his legs slipping behind me as he stretched out over the length of the entire couch. I laid down as well, following his motions and rested in front of him. We gently spooned on the couch just wanting to spend some time together after all that. No words, no tv, nothing but ourselves. All we could ask for.

Those two hours passed instantly. Before we knew it, Mom was walking back in, followed by sis. She had a distinct gait, and was rubbing the pink plastic square pushing her little buttcheeks apart. Another good day of training, with her little kit-sized plug going in overnight. She looked at mom's butt, walking level with her face, in awe of how she kept her sultry strut with her own massive plug in  her ass. Mom walked over to us, presenting her assets every step of the way. Mom loved showing off her body, and she especially loved showing people her buttplug.

Dad always said she was one of the proudest anal sluts he had ever seen. She walked over to the side of the couch our heads were resting on. As per tradition, she turned around, her plush ass on display, and leaned over to give us a good view of her hole. The purpose of this check was to ensure that moms ass is properly plugged. Moms hole was no exception and was spread tightly around the base of her personal buttplug.

The plug was in her favorite color, bright pink, and the base wasn't a flat square or circle. Instead the base was ovular and curved to fit into the crack of her ass. This type of plug was designed specifically for long term use, even more so than the general model of primary plugs. Dad bought this plug for her when she turned sixteen, the age she finally could take full sizes under her tail. Mom liked to wear it as much as possible, her plug specially designed to be comfortable to wear at all times, a feature she used to the fullest.

Since girls who followed the `traditional meal plan' of pre-digested food had no need to expel waste of their own, she would only have to take the plug out when Verdant fucked her ass. She would need a recovery month once a year for her hole to re-tighten to keep her plug a snug fit. Also, as with tradition, mom doesn't use lube. She says the burn of it rubbing her insides after she jogs anywhere is the best pain she ever felt. Sis will learn to love her un-lubed plugging eventually.

As she bent over and revealed her plugged hole to us, Verdant reached out and grasped the protruding base. He gave it a firm shake and tried to twist it, making sure it was in all the way and that the easy movement of a lubed plug didn't happen. She passed, like she always did.

Mom loved her plugs as much as Verdant loves women who love their plugs. Our whole family was a match made in heaven. Verdant pushed her plug firmly against her closed rim twice, telling her she passed. He made sure to get a good grope in while he was at it of course. She turned back around, purposefully jiggling her tits, and leaned down and kissed both of our cheeks.

"It's time.'' She whispered, her head resting on our pressed together foreheads. We looked out the window, seeing that the sun was low in the sky. Sunset was imminent, the time to be completely together approaching fast. We detached our bodies and got to our legs, making sure to hold hands.

I was just thinking that maybe we hold hands too often, but there's nothing more reassuring that having that gentle contact. We looked at mom, who was standing in front of us with a proud look on her features. She reached her hand out, palm up, asking us to take her hand this time too. We both looked to her eyes this time, anxious smiles decorating our own visages. Verdant took her hand with his free one, all of us walking to the sliding back door as one.

We stepped out into the cool air, bathed in the dusk light from the sinking sun. All of us stood there, hands entwined, and just took it in. Honestly, I couldn't have asked for a better sunset to get fucked under. Streaks of orange and pink spread across the dim sky, illuminating our forms, a pleasure visual tone setting the scene.

"Well. Let's get this party started.'' I said, spurring into action. I grabbed the blanket we stashed under the porch just for the occasion of backyard sex, and ran out into the middle of the yard. Verdant was only ever a few paces behind me, coming to a stop as I spread the so called fuck-blanket out. Mom approached us after grabbing the paperwork. With the blanket down, paperwork ready, and everyone present, we were ready to start.

I looked around, noticing some neighbor's lights turn on and windows open. Some people came out onto their deck or backyard with chairs and drinks to watch, giving us thumbs up when they noticed me looking at them. I waved to a mature yellow-gold drake, the neighbor across from our backyard who set chairs out for his kids to watch. It seems we had a bit of an audience. Good, let them see our love.

Me and Verdant moved to stand in the middle of the blanket, mom coming to stand in front of us. We turned to face each other. Mom had the bondage form in her hands. It was time for the vows to be said. Vows weren't really a big deal to us, it was mostly ceremonial. Everything the vows were meant to commemorate, we already have over our lifetime. So we decided to have a little fun with them. After wrapped our paws around the other's wrist, we began reciting our vows. Each line was said perfectly in unison. Every syllable a match, indistinguishable from any individual mouth.

"On this day, on this night.''

"I promise you my love.''

"I promise you my blood.''

"I promise you my life.''

"I promise you my body.'' I said alone, as we discussed. Yeah I'm a little sub slut, so what?

"Let us be together at last.''

"Let us join in life, to stave off the coming death.'' I felt like that line should have been removed after the drakes stopped being exclusively military models. It's a bit of a mood killer. We entered the custom vows next, where we alternated, with myself saying the first vow.

"I belong to my twin.''

"We belong to each other, as one.''

"We were forged as two halves.''

"Tonight those two halves will meld together in all ways.''

"Tonight we come together before the mother that birthed us.''

"Tonight we cum together under the gaze of starlight.'' We winked at each other at that one.

"Let us finally be whole.''

At the end of the last vow, we slid our hands down to keep our palms against the others. Our left hand stayed flat, facing out, while the other twin's right hand lifted off and placed a claw at the start of the exposed palmpad. We nodded to each other once more, our claws cutting into the other's pad and dragging down it. Blood started gently trickling from the superficial cuts, slight stings joining the flow. We rotated our hands so that our palms faced each other, our fingertips pressing together.

We pushed our palm pads forwards, intertwining our fingers and placing the other's bleeding palms against the uncut one. Red drops started to fall from our linked hands, as we leaned forwards and locked our jaws into the deepest kiss we have ever done. Mom beamed at us and did a happy little hop at hearing the wet smacking from our tongues as they coiled. We pulled apart, both our lips and our hands. We rubbed a thumb into the other's bleeding palmpad and turned to face mom.

She held out the papers, showing the large fingerprint boxes. We imprinted our thumbprints with each other's blood. Mom quickly sealed the papers and started to bandage our hands. We couldn't stop smiling at each other. It finally happened. We were officially Bonded. Now it was time to consummate that Bondage, and become deeply connected.

-

Once our hands were fully bandaged we turned back to one another and intertwined fingers like before. We kissed again, but this one with a different tone this time, much more invasive and passionate. I let Verdant throatfuck me with his tongue, his viscous spit helping soothe the lingering aches still within my neck. We pressed our bodies closer, our cocks slowly growing and closing the gap between us.

Our tips touched lightly, moving to fully press against the other when they steeled to their full size. The throat kiss continued as we prodded each other below the belt, working ourselves up. After a loving bit of frottage, our lengths were throbbing with need, both of our heads smearing pre to the other. We broke the kiss, Verdant's long tongue sliding out of my throat as we pulled apart.

We stared passionately into each other's eyes, taking in that the moment is finally here. The sun was fully setting now, its glaring surface halfway past the horizon. I untangled one of my hands and grabbed Verdant's with it, pulling him down as I sank to my haunches.

I plopped onto my butt and leaned back, laying down fully, and pulled my twin on top of me. Verdant lay over me with a grin, his arms outstretched and keeping his fur a few inches from my own. His hips rested in-between my bent knees, and his head looked down at mine with love and lust. I could feel his shaft softly twitch against my own, silently teasing me. We were ready.

He moved his arms, wrapping our fingers around once more as he moved my paws to either side of my head. My arms were bent like a field goal against the ground, and his were stretched out straight to our linked paws. He rocked his hips back, sliding his long inches across mine as he brought it to bear at my waiting hole. He moved forward, placing his un-lubed tip at my winking rim. I heard him whisper to me, a small amount of concern in his eyes.

"Are you sure you don't want lube? I want to make sure you fully enjoy this.'' He said softly.

"I want us to be together, I want nothing to come in-between us. Not even lube.'' I said back, making sure to show my confidence. "Besides, since when do we use lube?'' I made sure to give him a cheeky grin. "Pain is my game.''

"All right then, are you ready?'' Verdant asked back, returning my confident smile.

"Of cour-" Before I could finish, his tongue was back in my throat fully, his jaws turned and slotted into mine.

He pushed his shaft against my tailhole without relent, splitting me open around his girth as he steadily shoved my walls apart. I gave a muffled moan and wrapped my legs around his back, wanting him hilted in me as soon as possible. I could handle him of course, even without lube, as I was well versed in being the receiving end of things.

But I tried to make sure I never got too capable of sizes larger than his, for now I could feel the strain of still needing to be battered open to some degree. Of course, I also wanted to keep tight for him, his pleasure was far more important than my own. But pleasure was a fickle thing, with his length burning as it pushed through my rectum with friction, tears welling up in my eyes. It was exactly what I wanted.

That pain was my twin being inside me, fucking me. It was the best pain of my life. He slowly sheathed himself in me, fully delving in as my rim closed around his barely inflated knot, his dick throbbing harshly in my depths. I squeezed him harder with my legs, wanting him to never stop being inside me, huffing into his maw as his cockhead ground against my prostate. I'd moan, but there was a tongue down my throat.

He rolled his hips and pulled out, my hole pulling out a touch with it as it gripped his girth tightly, my ass not wanting to let him leave. He shoved back in with his full ten inches quickly, now pushing my ring against my insides as it tugged at his invading shaft. He set my passage ablaze once more with the friction from his dry fucking. He bottomed out, letting his dick rest inside my warm walls for a short moment before slowly dragging his dick through my resistant guts again. This was his specialty, those slow, powerful thrusts that sent him as deep as he could be, ramming my prostate perfectly before giving the tingles of being full of cock.

As he slowly warmed up my hole, both figuratively and frictionally, my whimpers could not be contained by the slithering tongue in my neck. Every time he thrust fully into me, his hips pressed flush to my cheeks with my own member being blanketed in his underbelly fur. I tightened my legs wrapped around his back what little more they could, trying to tell him to go harder. Soon my brother's maw was not enough to muffle my moans and yips, my vocalizations of both pleasure and pain echoing around the yard and surrounding houses.

He squeezed our tangled paws and fingers every time he heard me make a pained yelp as his semi-inflated knot ripped past my dry hole, countering the searing sensations with warm love. He continued his slow, calculated, forceful thrusts for what seemed like forever, eventually his pre giving my bare passage some minor amount of lubrication.

Now a melody of schlicks echoed with my whimpers and moans as he continued to plow into my ass, really kicking into gear now that he could get moving. He retracted his tongue from my throat and broke the long standing kiss, leaving our lips dripping and a thick trail of saliva.

He looked so happy, eyes full of lust with his ears laid back in pleasure. His tail wagged and he let out little huffs each time he sent his dick deep inside me. This was just what he wanted, what he needed. A romantic missionary fuck under the sunset. His favorite positions are ones where he can see my face. But currently I was just entranced with his own, bathed in the orange light of the sun disappearing from the sky, the green of his eyes being brought out in the light's reflection. Those eyes were staring right into mine, both of us staring into each other and ourselves.

Verdant continued his methodical thrusts, his shaft spearing my insides while I massaged his length with my burning walls before it was on its way out again. My whimpers of pleasured agony grew in volume now that there was no maw blocking mine, the echoing moans were increased tenfold and made the steady squishing of my twins' dick entering my tailhole all but unnoticeable. The twin above pounded into the twin below, still maintaining control of his hips, despite my wrapped legs holding him tight, wanting him closer and closer.

Verdant's huffing grew faster, heavier. His eyes were glazing over and his eyelids half closing. I knew from experience that this is where he loses control. The sex will go from slow and sensual, to fast and fierce. He bent his elbows, keeping our fingers interlocked as he leaned closer and put his forehead against mine. He pressed our chests together, eliminating the gap between us completely. He rolled his hips back for one last long pullout, all but his head removed from my backdoor. Then he waited, waited as my rim winked around the edge of his glans. I knew what he was waiting for.

"Fuck me Verdant. Fuck your twin as hard as you can.'' I said loudly, knowing he wanted everyone watching from their houses and yards to hear.

Oh boy did he fuck me, launching straight into a rough mating press. He immediately slammed his pelvis forward, shoving his entire dick and his bitch-breaking knot through my unprepared tailhole. Even when he bottomed out at the perfect depth to make me shudder and scream out in pleasure, he kept pushing his hips to my ass, getting every nanometer of his cock into my strained backdoor.

I yelled my twins' name with no shame as his knot stretched my hole wide with minimal lube, a layer of deep pain reflected in my voice, his ripping pullouts firing sensation through my spine as I mewled pathetically. But Verdant kept going, he kept fucking my poor ass with wild ferocity. He barely pulled out anymore as he rammed deep into my bowels, only his knot leaving my rectum's embrace, the sound of it mixing with my yelps.

He knotfucked me well past the sunset, I realized dimly there was nothing but the starry sky above us. By now I was reduced to a shaking mess, only quiet, pitiful whimpers escaping my mouth. Verdant was still going at full force, his head still on mine, our fingers never leaving each other's grasp. His body still pressed down onto me, my legs still splayed around his back, but loose and shakier with every one of his thrusts, his expert mating press melting my insides.

We were close. I could feel every strand of his fur rubbing my dicks taught skin, every soft pinprick building up to a hypersensitivity I knew all too well. I knew my tells as much as I knew my twins', and I could tell that he was on the verge of one of the greatest orgasms that he has ever had.

His tail froze except for minor twitches, ears curling back, eyes closing, shortening of breath, his thrusts into me shallower and animalistic until he's barely pulled his knot out of my tugging tailhole before he's shoving it back in with enough force to shake our entire bodies. His tip had to be poking from my belly now, pressing to his own, I swear I felt him rearrange my insides a bit.

God, it was so intense feeling his dick stretch my innards out, his knot pulling my rim before it finally released it and letting his shaft slide out with a delicious friction burn before the flames in my depths multiplied as everything came crashing back inside me in an instant. He was really getting into it now, his thrusts erratic and harsh, the slap of his thighs and balls hitting my ass joining the echoing cacophony on our property. Faster and faster he went, setting my lust and anus ablaze. I could feel it coming.

Then he stopped, giving one last thrust with his entire weight behind it. His dick went deeper than it ever has before, ramming right up into my depths. His knot firmly lodged itself behind my sore rim, and started inflating to its full ass-wrecking size. I could only inhale as my colon was stretched to new heights, my face covered in shock. I felt myself tip over the edge of climax, my mind succumbing to the cascading sensations of the fiery fullness he gave me. Our belly fur became slick with the ropes of cum shooting out of my smothered cock, an almost silent moan leaking from clenched jaws.

My ecstasy only increased as I felt a strong blast hit deep in my guts, and a new molten warmth fill my bowels. All I could do was squeeze my walls tighter around my twin, tighten the legs wrapped around him to a death-grip, and let out a long humming mewling exclamation as my senses whited out. Throughout my peak I felt pulse after pulse of seed erupt from my twin, buried deep inside me. His cum began filling every inch of intestine it could, his knot keeping everything sealed as my spasming walls milked him for all he's worth.

As my moan bounced off the houses, Verdant gave a satisfied groan. He pushed his head next to mine, rubbing the sides of our muzzles together as our interlocked paws spontaneously squeezed tighter. He made sure every part of him that was over me was touching me now, entering a full body embrace with his knot locking him inside me. We were together now. Completely.

Claps and cheers erupted from the watching neighbors. A chorus of whistles and "You go guys!'' following our climax. Mom was ecstatic, jumping for joy, and taking pictures with her smart watch as she wore the happiest of smiles on her features. I can't remember the last time her tail wagged that fast. Even sis looked excited for us. As we shivered and panted heavily, our bodies connected in every way to our twin, I looked to the stars. What a beautiful night, in every sense of the meaning.

We rode our orgasms out under the watchful gaze of our family and neighbors, Verdant eliciting a few extra moans from me by fIexing his member in my depths. He always liked to do that when he knotted me. Not that I'm complaining. This was as much as a unique and enjoyable experience as the sex, laying together and enjoying the feeling of being knotted.

Verdant caught his breath, his pumps of cum finally ceasing after thoroughly filling me. I could feel my belly bloat a little from his deposit, smushing more into his atop me. He lifted his head back up and lined it up with mine. My maw was open, sucking in air and attempting to vocalize the sensations I felt. He placed his jaws around mine and locked us into another kiss, this one better than the last. The crowd cheered harder after seeing our display of love.

After winding down, Verdant broke our lips and detached his fingers from mine. My hand was empty handed, now an unfamiliar sensation. He slowly lifted his chest off of mine, keeping his head looking at me. By the time he got to lifting his lower abdomen, we both looked into the space between us. We were staring at the large amount of my cum that was quickly drying in our fur, a few sticky strands lingering between us. I had an embarrassed smile as Verdant inspected the damage to his now matted fur, knowing he disliked the feeling of cum in his pelt.

He saw my expression and pleasantly smiled back, nothing able to quell the joy he is feeling from tonight. His features displayed nothing but happiness as he leaned back down and licked my nose, our bellies squishing a bit as the semen was spread around. I giggled at his affection as he inserted his arms underneath me, grabbing my back. He lifted me up, him staying on his knees and my legs remaining wrapped around him. His range of movement was limited, as his hips were still locked to my ass from his knot stretching me out.  

When he had me fully off the blanket, holding me close as I grasped him with all my limbs, he lifted off his knees. We rose together, Verdant soon stood to his full height with me tangled around him, feeling his knot shift inside me with every movement. Our eyes were gazing at the other's, the dim light of the stars twinkling within them. Then, as usual when we are simply overcome with our love and our heads happen to be in close proximity, we kiss, again. I didn't even notice the waves of "Awww''s that resulted from our actions.

This moment was the one we had been waiting for for eighteen years. Verdant's mythical `knotting under the stars' that he always dreamt of. I may be into more kinky stuff than this, but this moment was perfect. I see why Verdant is such a hopeless romantic now, I know what he sees in the more sensual situations like this. I held him tight, clenching around his wonderfully large knot as we drank in each other's presence. I couldn't get enough of him, his embrace, his tongue, his dick, his warmth. His love most of all, even though I knew I had a nice bellyful of it now.

Once the kiss finished, I noticed Verdant's visage display exhaustion, and a yawn sneaked out of my own mouth. We shared the same tired smile at each other. Mom came up to us and hugged our tangled bodies, and said good night. Turns out it was nearly one am, and our fucking took a lot of energy. We were beat, and ready to sleep. Mom started leading us inside, when we both shook our heads. I wasn't going anywhere, and I wanted Verdant on top of me as I slept. I wanted to feel him locked as deep inside me as he could go, filling me while I dreamt of today's events. I wanted to be connected like this forever, and so did he.

Mom headed back inside for the night, while the small crowd of neighbors also wished us goodnight and went to bed themselves. Verdant looked at me and was about to speak, but I silenced him with a quick peck on the lips. I already knew, we are twins after all. I separated my crossed legs from behind my brother and put my arms behind his neck. I'm a pretty serious bottom, so I possess some extra `fIexability'. I lifted my legs up, bringing them around in a wide angle, similar to a hanging ribbon dancer.

Verdant blushed a little at the display, encouraged by the provocative face I put on. I made sure to clench my asshole around the base of his knot while I rocked my hips into his glued groin. After my legs had cleared his sides, I lifted them straight up. Verdant, after feeling my hands around the back of his neck to keep myself up, took his arms from my back and wrapped his hands around my skyward ankles. He then slowly pushed my footpaws behind my own head, as my arms and his knot held my hips to his.

When I am in the mood for a rough night of loving, but Verdant wants something more romantic, we default to this version of missionary. He holds my ankles behind my head, my legs stretched out fully across my body as my hips are lifted to give his dick perfect access to my butt. We assumed this position now, but vertical.

I was hanging from my brother's neck, my ass locked to his dick as my legs went up the nook of my arms, my footpaws now brushing the sides of my head. I used my leverage to bounce on what little of his dick wasn't already buried in me, before he licked my nose again and shook his head. I got the message, rubbing my snout into his, moving my arms in an attempt to position myself for the coming trials.

It was never easy to rotate myself around to face the same direction as Verdant when I was knotted. Having a dick glue your hips together reduced maneuverability for the person whose asshole it was locked in more than you think. We haphazardly shifted our bodies around, slowly working my contorted form to rotate around the member in my backdoor. After the ordeal, I dropped my legs down and stood under my own power, my back against Verdant's belly, my asscheeks squishing against his hips. We lowered ourselves back onto the blanket, fully laying out, Verdant's body perfectly over mine. I chuckled as I felt his balls drop on top of my own.

"Tonight wasn't gay until just now.'' I said with some sarcastic disappointment. I always found that Common Species saying to be funny. Both the absurdity and the negative connotation of homosexuality were great jokes in my opinion.

"Well, I'm happy to be gay with you brother.'' Verdant said, gently smiling as he settled down over me, pushing his member against the spot in my depths. "Though you do realize we are the textbook definition of bi, right?'' He added with his own humor, eliciting a chuckle out of me. With his full weight settled and his cock twitching while buried in my ass, I was perfectly comfortable. We both looked at the stars on the horizon, our bodies intimately connected. We drifted off to sleep, our minds at peace from our special night.

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I slowly rose out of the best sleep of my life, the rays of light from the sunrise piercing my eyelids. They fluttered open, adjusting to the light as I took in my surroundings. We were in our backyard, on the fuzzy fuck-blanket we keep for outdoor romps. Yet for being outside in the cool morning weather, I was surprisingly warm, more so than just my fur, especially at my backdoor. Then I felt two things. First, I felt the semi-hard cock spreading my ass open juuuust right, its knot still decently inflated behind my aching rim. My tailhole had a wonderful feeling of fullness that only sleeping with my twin inside me can provide.

I likewise registered the body above me, covering mine in a toe to ear loving embrace. That explains the heat I felt, both inside and out. As my mind kickstarted itself awake, I replayed last night's events as I remember them. I let out a happy sigh, my ass subconsciously massaging my twin's hilted dick. His member answered my squeezes with a twitch, sending a shiver up my spine. The form above me shifted, moving to lower his head next to mine, his arms snaking down to grasp our hands together.

"Good morning, my new mate.'' His tongue slipped out and curved to lick my snout. "Did you sleep well? I sure did.'' He said with an accompanying pulse of his shaft, wiggling the walls of my passage.

"Indeed I did.'' I said, giving my rear a clench around his inserted shaft. "For all the same reasons.''

Verdant just breathed in, taking in all the wonderful sensations we were both feeling. I returned my twin's licks with twice the fervor as our minds creeped out of slumber. We continued to lay together, heads resting side by side, our bodies joined from his knot, the other's becoming an extension of our own. We watched the sunrise together, our minds nowhere but the present.

A beautiful morning, to follow a beautiful night. But then again, every moment was beautiful if we were together. I noticed Mr. Petersohn waved to us from his deck as he enjoyed his morning coffee, while his daughter gently blew him. Verdant and I waved back, but that reminded me that some coffee would be great.  

"I guess we should get up, huh? I could use some coffee and a blowjob too.'' I said, with a touch of remorse. Getting up means we have to detach ourselves.

"Yeah, mom is probably already awake and waiting for us.'' Verdant said with a sigh, sharing my sentiments like we share everything else.

He wrapped a hand around mine gently, and put the other one one of my asscheeks. He slowly started raising his hips, tugging my pucker with the knot it was closed around. Drake dicks stayed mostly erect as long as they were in an orifice, but their knots would deflate partially after a while to allow for easy separation.

Well, easier than a full knot, I thought with a grunt of discomfort after Verdant tugged too hard on that last pull. But an audible pop followed quickly, as I felt my rim part open and the member that was nestled within me slid out. My asshole went from deliciously filled to shockingly empty all too fast. I let out a little whimper at the feeling of breaking my link to my twin, no longer keeping him deep inside me.

Verdant heard, and squeezed my hand in condolence, leaning down to plant a wet kiss on my gaping hole. My entire anal cavity is going to be pretty loose most on the day, it's going to be tough holding in any waste after breakfast. I guess I'll just have to give mom or sis standing orders to suck my ass. I saw Verdant stand to his full height, lifting to the tips of his paws and stretching his arms over his head as he made a cute little sound. He finished and walked over to me, extending a hand. I took it and he pulled me up into a hug before letting me stretch too.

We stood around for a little bit, just enjoying the morning. I had to pop a squat every once and awhile as a load of Verdant's cum drained back out of my ass. But other than that, it was great. We folded up the blanket, said goodbye to all the neighbors waking up and coming out to see us, and headed inside. Mom was already awake and making some french toast for us. Both me and Verdant were drawn to the kitchen first, smelling the wonderful aroma of food.

"Morning mom.'' We said at the same time, now putting effort in to talk in unison as much as possible before we are separated.

"Good morning you two! Coffee is on the table, just how you like it. Did you two sleep well?'' She said, looking back at us sweetly before returning her attention to the food. She was wearing her "Anal Princess'' apron that we got her for one of her birthdays back when dad was alive. We were only kids so he picked it out, but she always said that the value of it doubled from us giving it to her. Not to mention mom was a bonafide butt-slut and loved the embroidery on the apron. Dad sure knew how to pick `em, both girls and gifts. It's not too hard though, the kink-princess brand of clothing was very popular.

"We slept great! It was a night I'll remember forever.'' I said, while beaming at my twin with joy.

"I've never slept better, truly the greatest day of my life.'' Verdant continued on.

"Well that's just lovely, I'm glad yesterday was everything you two wanted it to be. I know you've been looking forward to it most of your lives.'' Mom replied, still focusing on making the food, and wiggling her butt at us. "Breakfast should be ready in a few minutes, so you two get comfy. And I think it's time Verdant.''

I looked at my brother quizzically, interested in what `time' it was. He just let a wide grin slowly spread over his visage as he looked back at me.

"Ah, I forgot to give you the gifts I mentioned yesterday.'' He said before running off to our room. "Stay there, I'll be right back!''

I looked over to mom next, as she was clearly in on whatever was planned. She turned her head, ears perked and tail wagging, and gave me the biggest shit-eating grin in the known universe. Oh just you wait, I thought. Your lips will be eating shit soon, you tease.

Verdant came back to the spacious room with two medium sized boxes covered in wrapping paper with blue... no, azure, bows on top. Of course he would. He padded over and set them on the table, picking up his coffee in the process. I joined him, taking my usual seat that had my coffee set out at it. While Mom's joy was the smug `I-know-something-you-don't', Verdant's was just pure giddiness. He wanted to give me these gifts, and thought I would really like them, which I would just because it was him giving them to me. He looked at me with child-like glee, his tail making a rhythmic thumping as it hit the chair back.

I was awestruck, just taking in how cute he was when he was happy like this. He grew impatient, and nudged the first present towards me. I relented and grabbed it in my hands after sipping my coffee. I quickly tore the wrapping paper away, leaving a flat black box. Three of them stacked together to be precise. As I pondered what the contents could be, Verdant grabbed the top one. I knew that instant, that these were our Bond Markers. A form of jewelry or other worn item to signify a Bonded pair. But then why was there three boxes?

Before I could ponder it too much, Verdant gave the sweetest expectant look to me. I could only smile back and slowly open the lid on the first box in front of me. In it was a sort of necklace, closer to a choker, but made out of interlinked flat pieces of thin metal. The metal panels were a matte, vibrant green. I was speechless, I knew that green very well from the time I've spent looking into my twin's eyes. I looked up, my features barely able to express the happiness I felt.

I saw Verdant open the box he grabbed, revealing the same kind of necklace I got, but colored a brilliant blue. I stopped trying to express anything physically, knowing that it wouldn't be possible to convey everything. Instead, we looked into each other's eyes, taking in the colors with new light.

Our eyes said everything we needed them to, words no longer a factor between us. We lifted our respective necklaces and clasped them onto our necks, now wearing the other's eye color. He knew us so well, knew that the only things that convey everything we feel is our eyes. These necklaces conveyed so much with just color. I rubbed it, getting used to the feeling of it around my neck. I wouldn't be taking it off for a while. Verdant's eyes told me he would be wearing his even more than mom wears her buttplug.

After putting our markers on, we reached out to hold each other's hand and place our muzzles against the others. We stayed like that, at a loss for words for a few minutes. Eventually we returned to chatting and drinking our coffee. Verdant motioned me to open the third marker box. I was curious as to what a third marker could be, we both only get one. I opened it to see something I didn't know I couldn't live without. It was another marker, also in Verdant's green color.

But instead of a necklace or choker, it was a bonafide leather collar. Oh fuck, he got me a collar in his color. I nearly melted, this is just what the submissive side of me needed. Although the subtle symbolism of our normal markers being revealed first thus placing our romantic relationship higher than our sexual one was not overlooked. While our romantic relationship is our mainstay, seeing that collar made me think of nothing but our sexual relations.

"Ohmigod.'' I whispered. "It... it's... it's perfect. That's all I can say.'' I couldn't say anything. I didn't have to, judging from Verdant's expression. The collar even had a little heart-shaped silver tag with my name stamped on it.

"I'm glad you like it. It took me awhile to find the metal necklaces that would show enough color to be noticeable.'' Verdant said, every inch of his features radiating the happiness we felt. "And mom picked out the collar. I've never bought one, so she helped me choose a good one.''

"Turns out she has some experience with her dad being a traditional guy, and wanting his girls to be collared.'' He continued, as I kept staring at my new collar. That explains mom's involvement and her smugness. Just then, she came over with plates of food and an infectious smile. Or maybe we gave our joy to her, she's always happy when we are.

She placed the plates in front of us, hugging each of our heads to her bust lovingly before stepping back. We tore through our breakfast, fueled from the colors of our twin around our neck. Once we finished, Mom came strutting back in and took our plates swiftly.

Once the table was clear, Verdant dropped the second wrapped present in front of me. I had even less idea what this one could be, as everything I could ever want was just given to me. I opened this one slower, every tear in the paper deliberate. My efforts were rewarded with a plain cardboard box.

I guess this one was a more traditional present, maybe some games or something. I opened the box to find a smaller box inside it, the size of a shoebox. I figured there was a 50% chance of there being another box in that one, knowing my brother's sense of humor. I opened the smaller box, and stared at the contents bewilderedly.

It was a dildo, molded to a very familiar shape. God damnit, he just gave me his dick in a box. I burst into laughter as I looked at his next-level play. He got a 1:1 recreation of his dick made just for me. He gave me his dick both figuratively and physically. I looked up at him, still chuckling.

"Bravo, you magnificent bastard. Well played. Of course not only would you know that the best thing you can give is your cock, but only you would make a real gift out of the dick-in-a-box move. God, I love you.'' I said, both us beaming at each other.

"Oh you know it brother. I thought about me leaving and what you would miss about me the most, and the answer looked me in the face.'' He said as we continued to laugh. "Mom helped with this one too, she knew where to get good quality custom dildos. Real surprise that she would know, eh? The knot even inflates.'' He said, reaching a paw out to squeeze his faux dick's bulb.

Mom returned from taking care of the dishes at this point too, sneaking up and dropping her heavy breasts on my head. "Isn't it just amazing sweetie? It's an exact mold of your brother, from tip to base. It has an expanding knot and a lube-tube!'' She said excitedly. It seems Mom is still really enthusiastic about everything dick related, especially when it's the dicks of her kits. I could feel every happy little movement she made through the jiggly boob-hat she gave me.

"This is incredible, when did you guys do this?'' I asked. There had been zero indication of something like this, even mom was able to suppress her excitement for once.

"I took the mold about a month ago. But the dildo itself didn't arrive until last week.'' Mom explained to me. That made sense, last month there was a night where Verdant chose Mom's ass over mine. But it didn't sound like they had started until a few hours after they went to Mom's room. That must have been the mold being made.

She continued after I collected my thoughts. "This company takes awhile to make the product, but it's worth it in the end. They make perfect copies, will all the bells and whistles. Their material feels like the real thing and is extremely durable. The base is even modeled after his balls, and covered in fake fur. I guarantee you, this will be as close to fucking your brother as you can get from a toy.'' She then wrapped her arms around my chest in a nice hug, complementing the breasts on my head nicely. I hoped my horns weren't poking her too much.

"I don't really know how to respond other than that this will be put to good use.'' I exclaimed, trying to stop myself from taking it and leaving to get to know it better.

"I'm glad you like it.'' Verdant said, his tone getting a bit somber. "I wanted to get you a good parting gift to keep you `company' while I'm away.''

Mom quickly picked up where he left off, cutting off his sad words and revitalizing the mood with her happiness. "You're welcome honey! Only the best for my kit!''

We sat around for a while longer, checking out the gifts and talking about them, and just existed. The past 24 hours have been the best of our lives. The coming trials will be tough, but this is the best sendoff we could ask for. Then I remembered something.

"Hey guys, I think we need to make this event more special than it already is.'' I said, getting ready to pitch my idea.

"Oh? What do you have in mind?'' Mom asked, while Verdant asked the same thing with his expression.

"I think it's time sis got her name.'' I said, tossing the thought out.

Both Verdant and Mom's eyes widened, and their ears perked up. Then they started smiling as they turned to look at her sitting on the couch, blissfully watching her cartoons.

"You know, I think you're right. What do you think, my master?'' Mom said, while diverting her gaze to Verdant. He was technically the lead male and owner of the girls in the household after he became Mom's sole claimant.

"That's a good call Azure. She's mostly earned it, and this lets me be there for it. I would hate to miss the naming of my daughter.'' He said, matching our looks.

"Perfect.'' I exclaimed, attempting to stand up before remembering I had a mother wrapped around me and two boobs weighing me down.

"Oops, did my tits get in the way?'' Mom said light heartedly as she stepped back, the pressure on my head vanishing as her breasts jiggled back into their normal eye-catching spots.

"Oh sis!'' Verdant said, raising his voice to reach her in the other room. "Come here for a moment would you? We have a surprise!''

We heard a high pitched "Yes, daddy!'' respond to his call.

She walked in, tail waving excitedly. She hoped it was a good surprise, and not one of the diarrhea variety. She came and sat on the chair at the head of the table after Verdant patted the cushion.

"What is it? Is everyone here going to give me a surprise?'' She said meekly, assuming the worst once she saw all of us together.

"In a way, sweetie.'' Verdant said back lovingly. "We all think it's time for you to be one step closer to being a big girl.''

Her eyes lit up and her tail switched to overdrive as she gasped. "Wait! Do you mean it's time for me to choose a name?'' She blurted out, unable to contain her enthusiasm.

We all nodded to her.

"Yay!'' She screamed out, getting up and bouncing around. "I'm gonna have a name!''

"That's right, you can choose who you want to be.'' Mom said, her voice just the perfect example of sweetness. "Do you have any ideas for your name?'' Mom asked. Usually kits are thinking of their name constantly, and have the one they want figured out by the time they can name themselves. Me and Verdant actually named each other, the relationship we shared already deeper than our family knew. I named Verdant, and he named me. Well, I guess Mom and Dad actually named us, they called us blue and green until we could choose our own.

Apparently it's hard to tell identical twins apart, resorting to using the colors of our eyes, our only difference. When it was time to choose our own, and I asked him what he would name me, he said Azure captured everything he thought of me into one word. It worked, and the symbolism of our eyes and their color would go on to express our relationship later down the line. One word, one color, captured our intangible bond perfectly. I followed suit and named him Verdant, seeing as how he bumped me up from lame old blue to the crisp and nice Azure.

But now was time for Sis to choose her name. She continued to run around screaming with joy for a while, to the point where we weren't sure if she had a name planned. But then she ran back to the table and jumped onto her seat.

"My name is Vera!'' She boasted, her chosen name being revealed.

The rest of the family looked at each other, surprised. Most kits will usually choose something silly initially, like Killdude or Fairydust. But sis- Vera's choice was very good. Short and nice, memorable and unique. No to mention it worked well with our last name.

Vera Vershanko. Yes, that's a well thought out name. It shows she was really ready for it. Vera Vershanko, daughter of Verdant and Halcyon Vershanko, Sister to Verdant and Azure Vershanko. Halcyon looked like the proudest mother in the world upon hearing her daughter's intuitive name choice. I could tell she had prepared to refuse any silly name, steeling herself to bear witness to the death of joy in Vera as her parade got rained on by sensible choices. But she didn't have to, all she had to do was pick Vera up and hug her close, congratulating her on her name.

Only eight years old and growing up fast. She was conceived when we were ten, the month after Dad died. Mom was still in the trough of grief and needed some `comfort' from her kits. We shared her that night, and Verdant impregnated her. I made sure he would, it's his duty to breed the female he claimed. Mom needed it too, the birth and raising of Vera gave her the hope she needed to get through the tough times.

But now it was nothing but good times. We looked at our family, the room silent with joy. We all left for the living room, where we sat on the couch. All of us cuddled together, and just existed. The past 24 hours have been the best of our lives. The coming trials will be tough, but this is the best sendoff we could ask for.
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