It was dawn, the sun was just peaking over the mountaintops as two sets of eyes flickered open. The beams of light traveled all throughout the room, making the walls shine and the floor glisten, it was as if everything in the room was working against the desire to sleep in. Creaking was heard as a feminine body arose from the sheets, "Big brother, wake up, if you don't you know very well what is going to happen", a light, timid voice range out in the otherwise silent space. A grumble was heard, "Shut it, I'm fighting for this sleep", a deeper voice answered back. The woman huffed, "You never learn", she said before hopping out of her bed and stretching into the air. Chloe Kalzer let out a high pitched yawn as her bust jumped from her sudden rise, her light fur now blocked the sun, it was little relief as her smooth, feline coat was almost as shimerry as the wall and floor. Her brother, Frost Kalzer leaned up on his elbows, glaring at his younger sister, "You're doing that on purpouse!", he yelled before throwing a pillow at his young sister. She gasped and scoffed, "I'm not doing anything!", she yelled back before throwing the pillow into his face. He grumbled, "Are too, you're flaunting those Bazooms!", he accused, garnering a shocker, albeit sly look from her, "I would never do such a thing", she said as she struck an overdramatic pose. He rolled his eyes, "Tease", he said before sitting up onto his knees and tossing the pillow to the side. He looked about their room, it was like two completely different areas cut off by a dividing line. On his side was a messy bed, scratch marks on the empty wall, spills on the floor that stained from liquids, most origins of which had completely left his mind, all in all it was a pigsty. On the opposite spectrum of their small room was his sister's side, everything well organized, books stacked on a shelf she'd made herself, and a well vacuumed and clean floor that showed no signs of wear or tear. Their two beds were parrallel each other in the room, though both occupying a half of the window. The two didn't agree on much, but one thing they loved was looking out at the night sky together, admiring the moon and stars like the wide eyed children they were at heart. His blanket fell down and he could see his sister stealing glances, his chest was broad and toned, an atheletes body that he held proudly, but her glances didn't stop there, a look further down drew a blush from her cheeks. "Unpitch the tent", she demanded as she covered one eye, using all of her will to stop looking at him, but failing quite immediately, "Ungigantic the girls", he teased at her as his gaze fell to her chest with no amount of subtlty. He yawned his next few words, "Can't we get some blinds or something?", he asked as he scratched the back of his head, rolling onto his feet and bending down to reach for some pants he'd left the previous night, purpously bending far enough for his, surprisingly bubbly, rear to poke out to her. She could feel her cheeks heating up and practically tore her head into the opposite direction, standing onto her own two feet and going over to the wardrobe she had, "You want them, you make them", she said with an air of superiority. Chloe was always the handy one, making furniture and decorations in her spare time, normally for herself but often times Frost earned himself a reward in one way or another. Frost groaned and pulled up a tight pair of jeans, hooking them up with a belt that really served no purpous. The next thing he rummaged around his pile of clothes for was a shirt, and, after a solid minute of digging, he finally found a black V-neck that cut off at his midriff. Chloe's wardrobe, on the other hand, was perfectly organized and well stocked, grabbing an evergreen tee from one of the hooks and squeezing it over her impressive rack, the two massive balloons shaking freely since she never had a bra on. "One of these days I'm going to find a bra that can actually fit", she said with a huff as she crossed her arms over her chest. Frost let out a loud laugh, "Yeah, it'll be made of two pairs of panties and a zip coard", he said followed by snickering. She blushed and looked at him angrily, "at least I can wear underpants!", she defended. He scoffed, "Like that's a plus", he said. Frost disliked any sorts of undergarments for two reasons, they constricted his python, and he had a crippling fear of sterility. 

Chloe disregarded her brother's commentary and bent down to reach into her underwear drawer, her luscious, orange and black spotted buttox on full display. Her brother's eyes were like darts aimed at a target and his quickening steps were silent as night. "Hello donkadonk!", he cried as he slid onto his knees and burried his face into her glorious ass. She let out a loud yelp and grabbed onto the wardrobe to steady herself, "Frost! What are you doing!?", she called back to him in a rushed whisper. The sounds of a deep purr could be heard from behind her, "Saying hello to my favorite moon", he said as he rubbed his face against her fuzzy cheeks. She stifeled a pleased hum and pushed back on him, only making his face press even further into her rear, "Not during the day!", she continued in her panicked whispering. The purring only grew and her heated wines became more high pitched when she felt a rough tongue move along her right cheek, "No!~", she cried back to him. He didn't stop so she needed to take action. With a hard shove on the wardrobe she launched her and her brother back, landing with her butt on his face and on top of him. A muffled, 'woo!', could be heard underneath her as Frost seemed to only increase in his onslaught, his tongue lashing all about her vast ass. She wined and cried out as she wiggled her hips, trying to stop him and avoid his tongue. "Mrff vit!", Frost said from under her crushing donk. "What?", she asked as she covered her chest Reflexively. His hands moved underneath her butt and he pushed her up, "Touch it!", he repeated clearly before dropping her back down onto his waiting tongue. Chloe was confused by what he meant but a glance down showed her what 'it' was. She covered her mouth with her dainty hand as her eyes grew wide, her brother's massive erection was straining against the fabric of his jeans. "I-I-I-...", she stammered as she could feel the need and desire building up inside of her chest. She looked at the clock, only ten minutes until they needed to go...and she didn't even have panties on yet. She began looking back and forth from the clock to his cock, weighing their engagement with the massive hunger for him that had moved into the pit of her throat. Eventually, the need won out, "Fine! But you owe me big for this!", she said as he bucked his hips up excitedly. She moved her torso down, resting her heavy breasts on his waist as she used her hands to manuver his jeans open. Out of the slot shot out the massive cock that had been making the bulge, the very sight of it making her gulp, even after all this time his fierce member made her question her abilities. With a determined look on her face she opened her mouth wide, revealing a set of fangs and other sharp teeth that she expertly kept away from her brother's most precious limb. She moaned slightly as she felt the head bridge passed her lips and begin moving into her mouth, one of her hands grasping the base to both steady him and steady her gulping trail. His tongue grew much more lively as he felt his throbbing self being pushed ever further into his sister's gaping maw, lapping away at the hole she would always say was dirty, but then offer proudly when he pushed the right buttons. With the skill of an expert Chloe's throat welcomed the insuing erection as it moved to fill all of her that it could, pulsing harder with each new inch pushed inside. "Meah, kory! Shruck mit!", the muffled voice rang out once more as Frost loved this play.

Chloe took a deep breath from her nose, trying not to giggle at her, overly excited, older brother, it's not like this was rare. It seemed like every morning he was tricking her into doing this, as if he simply knew she would give in to what he wanted, what they wanted. When half of his marvelous meat hammer was being massaged by her throat muscles she decided that choking herself would not be the best way to start the day, so she used her soft hand to start stroking the other half under her. Her head bobbed up and down the hard shaft as she worked on pleasuring him, all the while he tried his hardest to return the favor, teasing her with his rough tongue and using his fingers to reach the hole that layers of fluffy butt prevented him from seeing. The two seemed to get lost in each others oral dilemmas and time ticked by. Their peaks were being reached simultaneously and they both cried out in muffled ecstacy, only to have a small rock hurtled at their window. Chloe's eyes, having been shut in bliss, shot open and she bolted off of Frost in a race to their window, opening it wide to smell the fresh air and hear birds tweating over head. A look down at the cobblestone trail below their two story house revealed that their friend Blue, a pitbull that was only a few months younger than them, stood outside with his sachel around his shoulder, "Come on, you two! We're going to be late for the train!", he yelled up at them, taping his footh and scowling. Chloe glanced to the clock, "We only have three minutes! Run!", she called as she rushed back to their room, scrambling to get prepared. Frost grumbled unhappily, "But I was so close!", he wined, but he was ignored, it would seem that he wouldn't be getting relief right now. He stood up and redid his pants before wiping his mouth of any glistening lust or spit that might have stuck around. He could see that she was in one of her rushed trances and nothing would pull her out of it. He returned to his side of the room and grabbed the only things he needed, a big bag full of food and money, and his golden pocket watch. He hooked it around his wrist before grabbing his worn, leather coat, buttoning it up over his white shirt.

Chloe was practically hopping up and down as she threw on a pair of tight, pink panties with a heart on the front and back, then pulled a skirt up, a nice red one that felt went with anything. She buttoned it at the waist before grabbing her supplies, an identicle bag of food and money, but also a staff, some would think it was a walking stick, it wasn't very remarkable despite the carved double helix at the top, but to her it was the whole world and her ticket on the train. With all of that she slowed down temporarily, looking at the hats she owned, all three were pointed at the top with wide rims, but their colors differentiated. She settled on the one that matched her top and then grabbed Frost's arm, pulling him out of their room with enough force that he almost fell over. Before being hurled down the stairs like a ball, Frost yanked his arm from her and, instead, ran next to her, both hustling down their stairs, though, he was the only one distracted by her bouncing breasts that could have very well slapped him in the face. When they finally got to the front door they both stopped and took a look back at their house, they wouldn't see it for a few weeks and they would surely miss the comforts of home, but new horizons shone in the distance and their excitement for it was uncappable. Chloe locked the door before putting the key on a chain that she then put around her neck, letting the small piece of metal disappear between her vast cravass of cleavage.  Blue stood right outside their front door, his arms folded impatiently as he glared at the two of them, "We have two minutes", he said as he motioned to further down the road. On his person was his satchel, a plain, brown one with many pockets, and, at his side, a bowie knife, hooked to his belt. Blue was quite a bit taller than the two siblings, his species was known to be quite big and burly, and his naked chest showed that. "Still have an aversion to tops?", Frost asked cheekily. "Still perving on your sister's ass?", he answered back with a smug smirk. Frost was about to retort but Chloe raised her hand, "Sorry we're late, blue", she said before giving him a quick hug, her tail wagging slightly from under the skirt. He chuckled, "I can't stay mad at you two, but we'd better hurry", he said before jogging passed them, his loose jeans swaying with each step, "Last one their is an acorn!", he called. The two were confused, "An acorn?", Chloe asked. Frost shrugged his shoulders before running after their long time friend. Chloe soon scrambled to catch up with them, holding her staff close to her side and trying not to drag it on the bumpy ground.

The town of rosemary, a quaint little homestead that mostly held residentials and small, family owned shops, deffinitely not the big, tourist destination. But, it did hold something no other town did, the railway. 

The railway was a grand structure of train tracks that went in every direction, left, right, north, south, up down, sideways! Each track would take someone to a new, grand location, and the whole thing was powered by one man, well, one ram. The mayor of Rosemary, and the conductor of the railway, Davison Petri, a man as old as the town itself, and one of the most powerful users of the arcane arts. 

You see, Rosemary is place in a country known as Tyme, and Tyme is one country in the world that, unlike its neighboring brothers, evolved with magic and sorcery, rather than mechanics or alchemy. Every person born in Tyme possesses a certain level of understanding and their own unique magic. No two people, even identical twins, have the same powers. To categorise this, all people born in Tyme categorize themselves and what type of magic they use off of the guidlines given to them when they reach the age that their magic matures, for most that age is five. People can fall into a number of categories: Elemental, manipulation, Senses, and physical; just to name a few. Since everyone can gain their own form of magic, each person must learn to control that magic, in fear of some disastor. To make this more simple, the rulers of Tyme, known as the Elders, constructed the railway, which would send anyone and everyone to an area in Tyme that would allow them to train with and harness their given abilities. People are welcomed to go on this journey whenever they choose, there is one pickup date each year that will seat any multitude of people. Most choose to do it as soon as they hit their teenage years, others may wish to wait until they're mature, but the railway welcomes all, young or old.

Today is the day that Frost, Chloe, and Blue decided that they would all ride the railway together and decided on starting in the vast forests of Kharn, a massive overgrowth of nature and mystical animals, a place most considered to be a much more calm and relaxed area to visit. 

A massive crowd had already begun growing outside of the station and creatures of all ages waited excitedly for the train to arrive. As they drew near Chloe grabbed onto Frost's hand, holding herself close to him as they drew closer. She was nervous, he could tell, and he kept her close, always the protective older brother Blue seemed to be a mile higher than everyone else in attendance, towering over the whole crowd and being able to see a good opening for them to dash to. "Over there!", he said down to them as he noticed a relatively clear bench that sat in front of the tracks. Blue began busting his way through the crowd, like a bulldozer, mowing people down. Blue was one of the nicest guys in Rosemary, though you would have to fight his gruff exterior before finding it, and the two cats that followed after her him were the only ones ever to truly get close to him, and now, no matter what, his loyalty to them is set. When they got to the bench people were grousing and griping, Blue had knocked over a number of them to reach his goal and, upon arrival, practically tossed a man out of his seat so that they could all sit together. Chloe would appologize profusely to everyone they passed and  raised her arms in protest as the man was thrown, but she knew she couldn't stop Blue, he was kind but he lacked social graces and as often quite clumsy. She sat in the middle of the two of them , holding her big brother's arm tightly to her chest.