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Regen’s sister, who I quickly learned was named ‘Camahta’ though that sounded a lot like a weird pronunciation of ‘Samantha’ so my brain went with that. Samantha insisted that I sit with her and Regen, and I think that Regen only agreed out of politeness around family, heck the only reason we had walked together to breakfast was because we started in the same place and were going to the same mess hall.\n\nSo there I was. My haunches planted on the floor while I tried to enjoy my bagels and locs across the table from the pair, one of which looked like she wanted to check me out and the other wanted to stare holes in me.\n\n“So how are you and my big sister getting along? She’s a real softy when you get to know her, I bet you’ll love her, they gave me a cute tiger boy who is very shy, and did you know tigers are pointy down there, but not like sharp just like SOOO nice, and I think I’ll like this job if the boys are all like him…”\n\nSaying Sam was nothing like her older sister was putting it mildly, and not just because of the word-vomit speaking style. She was obviously much younger, and didn’t really look related for starters. Though with adoption being the norm rather than the exception, that wasn’t unusual. The more notable difference was the personality. Sam was a bubbly mess excited and animatedly waving her arms about which did wonders for the jigglyness of her exposed chest. I tried my hardest to NOT look down, lest Regen glare more holes into me, but it was hard not to.\n\n“Uh. W-well” I tried to reply when she paused for a second, “I… just met Regen so we are still.. uh.. getting to know one another. And … uh.. y-ya I did know about… cats having that. I er… have one too.”\n\n“Oh really!? Oh, that makes sense, you are all spotted like a leopard or something, so you’re already a hybrid. OOOH I wanna see!”\n\nBefore either myself or Regen could stop her, Sam had slid under the table. Regen had tried to make a grab at her sister, but missed, and I soon felt hands on my lower belly as she got dangerously close to my nethers.\n\n‘DON’T GET HARD DON’T GET HARD. DO NOT GET HARD!!!’ I screamed internally at myself while staring at Regen with a terrified expression “S-Samantha... I... is this appropriate? … I’m not… y-your stud!”\n\n“SESTRA SHLYUKHA!” Regen boomed, reached under and dragging the squirming sergal out by her tail, “No more!”\n\nSam freed herself from her sister and stood up to her full height to glare at Regen. Her ‘full height’ didn’t amount to much, especially compared to the older woman. It was hard to tell when she was sitting, but now it was clear she was pretty petite for a sergal.\n\nStill a solid 5 foot 5 or so, but ‘for a sergal’ did some lifting here.\n\n“Why are you being so stuffy, sis. He’s got a prickly pricker like my tiger, but I bet he gets HUGE! I wish I was so lucky”\n\nI think it was about this point that if ‘anime nosebleeds’ were a thing in real life, I might have exsanguinated myself. Sam was loudly discussing my cock with her sister in public at breakfast! My red-faced embarrassment coupled with wide eyed fear at least staved off Regen’s glare some, she knew it wasn’t necessary to intimidate me more. So, she was focusing her attention on scolding her sister for her behaviors, all while she did NOT look like she agreed with Sam’s assertion that she was lucky.\n\nI could relate… in fact I was starting to feel like the universe was mocking me right now. I mean here was a spunky sergal girl with plump full tits, apparently enthusiastic about being a breeder, AND happily naked in public. And I got stuck with the worlds most roided up SOURPUSS!! It just wasn’t fair…\n\nI would later learn that Sam’s relatively small stature meant she was considered potentially unable to handle my size safely, but that was later.\n\nFor now the probably unrelated siblings sat back down and Sam went back to casually talking to me as if none of that had just happened, “So where you from? I didn’t know Arcanovia had any sergals, or whatever you are. Oh, and you are a boy right? I mean you have boobies, but your dick looks like it’s bigger than my dad’s!”\n\n“I uh... I’m... yes, I’m from Arcanovia… though my mother was a native Vilousian breeder like you two, she moved here to join the hybrid program actually.”\nRegen snarled, “We doing this ‘job’ but we not ‘breeders’ like the shlyukhas!”\n\n“S-sorry” I stammered.\n\n“Oh sis, shove it, like it or not we ARE registered breeders now.” Sam said coming to my defense. Regen crossed her arms, but stopped her rebuke of me, “So how old’s your mom? She have many kids in Vilous before moving?”\n\n“Oh several. I... think maybe six or seven? Why do you…” I trailed off as a thought occurred, “Wait, Sam, how old are you?”\n\n“I turned 18 last week!” She said with a grin, “How about you?”\n\n“I turned 18 just a couple weeks ago too” I said as my brain went into overdrive doing some math. Ok. Mom was 40 and had 17 taur children including me. That’s 18 years so she was 22 when she moved… her first kid was an oops baby in highschool who would be…. 24 now… her youngest when she was still in Vilous though would be 19 now. \n\nThat meant that Sam was too young to be one of my sisters, and… even if the oldest had been fertile and started breeding at 18, her kid would be 6 or so. So not a granddaughter either.\n\nMy brain uncoiled as I released the brief moment of fear at how Regen would have reacted if I turned out to be related, even by adoption. Thank goodness THAT was impossible.\n\n‘Oh wait’ I thought. Vilous did the clone based breeding thing, so any of mom’s kids back then would look exactly like her. Sam was half yellow with stripes, so obviously not possible then. I didn’t even need to do the calculation.\n\n“Oh, so we’re the same age!” Sam continued, oblivious to my fearful math, “So I bet you will get to learn all kinds of fun things from this milf, you’re a Lucky boy… er.. wait how DOES that work. Are you like. 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We can go play.” I said.\n\n“Great!” I’ll show you where it is.” Sam said and stood up, shoving her last piece of toast in her mouth then grabbed my arm and we were off, with Regen stalking along behind us like a ghost, an angry ghost, that would probably be burning laser-eye holes in my back if she could.\n\n[url=http://www.postybirb.com]Posted using PostyBirb[/url]", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Art by: Heather Bruton

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Chapter 9: I Made a Friend

Breakfast was awkward to say the least.  Regen’s sister, who I quickly learned was named ‘Camahta’ though that sounded a lot like a weird pronunciation of ‘Samantha’ so my brain went with that.  Samantha insisted that I sit with her and Regen, and I think that Regen only agreed out of politeness around family, heck the only reason we had walked together to breakfast was because we started in the same place and were going to the same mess hall.

So there I was. My haunches planted on the floor while I tried to enjoy my bagels and locs across the table from the pair, one of which looked like she wanted to check me out and the other wanted to stare holes in me.

“So how are you and my big sister getting along?  She’s a real softy when you get to know her, I bet you’ll love her, they gave me a cute tiger boy who is very shy, and did you know tigers are pointy down there, but not like sharp just like SOOO nice, and I think I’ll like this job if the boys are all like him…”

Saying Sam was nothing like her older sister was putting it mildly, and not just because of the word-vomit speaking style.  She was obviously much younger, and didn’t really look related for starters.  Though with adoption being the norm rather than the exception, that wasn’t unusual.  The more notable difference was the personality.  Sam was a bubbly mess excited and animatedly waving her arms about which did wonders for the jigglyness of her exposed chest.  I tried my hardest to NOT look down, lest Regen glare more holes into me, but it was hard not to.

“Uh. W-well” I tried to reply when she paused for a second, “I… just met Regen so we are still.. uh.. getting to know one another. And … uh.. y-ya I did know about… cats having that.  I er… have one too.”

“Oh really!? Oh, that makes sense, you are all spotted like a leopard or something, so you’re already a hybrid. OOOH I wanna see!”

Before either myself or Regen could stop her, Sam had slid under the table.  Regen had tried to make a grab at her sister, but missed, and I soon felt hands on my lower belly as she got dangerously close to my nethers.

‘DON’T GET HARD DON’T GET HARD. DO NOT GET HARD!!!’ I screamed internally at myself while staring at Regen with a terrified expression “S-Samantha... I... is this appropriate? … I’m not… y-your stud!”

“SESTRA SHLYUKHA!” Regen boomed, reached under and dragging the squirming sergal out by her tail, “No more!”

Sam freed herself from her sister and stood up to her full height to glare at Regen.  Her ‘full height’ didn’t amount to much, especially compared to the older woman.  It was hard to tell when she was sitting, but now it was clear she was pretty petite for a sergal.

Still a solid 5 foot 5 or so, but ‘for a sergal’ did some lifting here.

“Why are you being so stuffy, sis.  He’s got a prickly pricker like my tiger, but I bet he gets HUGE! I wish I was so lucky”

I think it was about this point that if ‘anime nosebleeds’ were a thing in real life, I might have exsanguinated myself.  Sam was loudly discussing my cock with her sister in public at breakfast!  My red-faced embarrassment coupled with wide eyed fear at least staved off Regen’s glare some, she knew it wasn’t necessary to intimidate me more.  So, she was focusing her attention on scolding her sister for her behaviors, all while she did NOT look like she agreed with Sam’s assertion that she was lucky.

I could relate… in fact I was starting to feel like the universe was mocking me right now.  I mean here was a spunky sergal girl with plump full tits, apparently enthusiastic about being a breeder, AND happily naked in public.  And I got stuck with the worlds most roided up SOURPUSS!! It just wasn’t fair…

I would later learn that Sam’s relatively small stature meant she was considered potentially unable to handle my size safely, but that was later.

For now the probably unrelated siblings sat back down and Sam went back to casually talking to me as if none of that had just happened, “So where you from?  I didn’t know Arcanovia had any sergals, or whatever you are.  Oh, and you are a boy right?  I mean you have boobies, but your dick looks like it’s bigger than my dad’s!”

“I uh... I’m... yes, I’m from Arcanovia… though my mother was a native Vilousian breeder like you two, she moved here to join the hybrid program actually.”
Regen snarled, “We doing this ‘job’ but we not ‘breeders’ like the shlyukhas!”

“S-sorry” I stammered.

“Oh sis, shove it, like it or not we ARE registered breeders now.” Sam said coming to my defense.  Regen crossed her arms, but stopped her rebuke of me, “So how old’s your mom?  She have many kids in Vilous before moving?”

“Oh several. I... think maybe six or seven?  Why do you…” I trailed off as a thought occurred, “Wait, Sam, how old are you?”

“I turned 18 last week!” She said with a grin, “How about you?”

“I turned 18 just a couple weeks ago too” I said as my brain went into overdrive doing some math.  Ok.  Mom was 40 and had 17 taur children including me.  That’s 18 years so she was 22 when she moved… her first kid was an oops baby in highschool who would be…. 24 now… her youngest when she was still in Vilous though would be 19 now.

That meant that Sam was too young to be one of my sisters, and… even if the oldest had been fertile and started breeding at 18, her kid would be 6 or so.  So not a granddaughter either.

My brain uncoiled as I released the brief moment of fear at how Regen would have reacted if I turned out to be related, even by adoption.  Thank goodness THAT was impossible.

‘Oh wait’ I thought.  Vilous did the clone based breeding thing, so any of mom’s kids back then would look exactly like her. Sam was half yellow with stripes, so obviously not possible then.  I didn’t even need to do the calculation.

“Oh, so we’re the same age!” Sam continued, oblivious to my fearful math, “So I bet you will get to learn all kinds of fun things from this milf, you’re a Lucky boy… er.. wait how DOES that work. Are you like. Nonbinary... OHH Sorry! Should I have been calling you by ‘they/them’ instead of ‘he’ like I did?”

Sam’s train-of-thought way of speaking was adorable even in its tendency to throw me off.  Not nearly as thrown off as I was by the reference to Regen as a ‘milf’ though.  Luckily my brain stored that image away quickly enough that I wasn’t staring like a slack jawed idiot for too long.

“N-no its fine. I… I’m not really… OK... So Non-binary people are like, not really a boy or a girl, right?  It’s not quite like that for a taur… I’m not trans or fluid or non-binary.  Its like…. Maybe the word ‘Bi-modal’ would be better?  It’s like I’m 100% a guy and 100% a girl at the same time, instead of being ‘in-between’ them.”

“So ‘He’ is fine?”

“As far as I’m concerned yes.  I mostly went by ‘He’ until the girls came in.” I explained, glancing down at my chest, “Now most people assume I’m a ‘She’, but I’m really ok with either.”

Sam seems happy to learn that she hadn’t misgendered me before; then happily hot swapped to another topic. “Oh, we should go play Badminton!”

“…What?”

“Oh, you can’t just bone my sister ALL day!  My stud is still sleeping after yesterday afternoon, and evening, and this morning.  Plus, this place has LOTS of fun things to do, did you read the brochure?”

I had read it, though evidently not thoroughly enough.  At the moment though my brain shifted to the image of a cute short-stack of a sergal playing a sport that involved running and jumping in the nude.  My eyes must have shifted down on their own without me even thinking about it, until Regen’s soft growl snapped me back up to looking at Sam’s face.

“Uh... I… I suppose... Sure. Ok. We can go play.”  I said.

“Great!” I’ll show you where it is.” Sam said and stood up, shoving her last piece of toast in her mouth  then grabbed my arm and we were off, with Regen stalking along behind us like a ghost, an angry ghost, that would probably be burning laser-eye holes in my back if she could.

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