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Chapter 2

"Bro, what did you do?"

I sat on the edge of the bed, short an arm and feeling miserable. It had been over a year since I lost the limb, but whenever I didn't have the prosthesis attached, I still felt the occasional phantom pain. I kept trying to flex a paw that was no longer there.

It had been three months since we set out, braving the occasional heavy rain but thankfully skirting any major storms as we ran from the Cheronigon Ocean to the Kastigan Sea and back again. Three months since I murdered another living creature. I couldn't call it anything other than murder. I mean, I'd killed Scrofus guards at the Spike, but that had been in an effort to save us from continued bondage. I had purposely called out Thrasher with the intent to beat the unholy fuck out of him. Granted, I hadn't meant to kill him. My Sight hadn't shown me that. Sometimes it felt like, for being the power of divining the future, my Sight got off on being withholding.

My sister had my metal arm detached and partially disassembled on the desk. Geist had found some alchemy books and basic supplies for us at port in January. Nola and I had stayed on deck as the ship docked at one of the massive piers in Etarak's Folly, staring despondently at the sprawling, bustling city and its impossibly tall concrete buildings. Kiba Tam had come from this city. She grew up in its gutters, with a family she'd made for herself after her real family had either died or abandoned her. We wanted desperately to walk its streets and feel what she had felt, but Geist had forbidden it. It had been a long and loud conversation, eventually ending with her threatening to tie us up and throw us in the cargo hold until we left port again. We'd begrudgingly stayed behind and watched the world move past us. Lush rain forests lined the edges of Etarak's Folly far to the north and south, forming into a soft, vague rolling blanket of thick green across the horizon. We stood on the poop deck and held paws, basking in each other's misery.

Geist had brought the alchemy books back when she returned to the ship three days later with fresh supplies, probably as a peace offering. In the ensuing month and a half, Nola had of course taken to their inscribed knowledge with the same ease she took everything else. Sometimes it was infuriating. Today, I was mostly grateful, though admittedly the fact that I was directly benefiting from her genius probably helped.

My left paw absently stroked the worn leather of Thrasher's whip currently hanging from the wall next to the bed. "Rip was out of line," I said, then sighed exasperatedly. "Again." I stared at the ugly, pale, mostly fur-less stump of my right arm.

Nola worked with increasing intensity, having not really registered what I'd said. Her loose-flowing green blouse contrasted with her gray fur, and the long black cotton skirt bunched slightly under her swollen belly. Somewhere in there, the product of our love was growing into a pair of twins. I already knew they'd be a boy and a girl--the Sight had shown them to me in a dream. I liked best when the Sight came to me in dreams; it didn't hurt, and it didn't usually feel like I'd lost anything. Then again, I couldn't always be sure which dreams were the Sight and which were just dreams. We'd already decided the girl's name would be Kiba, in honor of our fallen Ysoki friend. We hadn't chosen the boy's name yet.

Nollie seemed to finally figure out I'd spoken and looked up, a small smudge of some slick green oil on the tips of her perky ears, of all places. "Wait. Again?"

I shrugged, too tired to be angry about it. "Yeah. I don't know what to do with these assholes, Nollie. I fucked up right from the get-go and now I'm paying for it. They disliked me when we stepped on board, but now they fucking despise me. I have to beat them into submission over and over again." I brought my remaining paw up to my face and rubbed the bridge of my nose. "This is what I get for following our mother's advice. What was I thinking??"

Nola frowned for a moment, then buried her nose back into her work, using a long metal syringe with a wide needle to inject the special oils into the hinges and joints required to keep my M-steel arm working properly. Meridian steel was even tougher than normal steel while being significantly lighter, but it had a rougher surface than most metals and required specially crafted alchemical lubricants. Reverse-engineering my arm so it could be maintained was Nola's first order of business with her alchemy books. It had taken her all of a week to figure it out. So unfair.

"Well," she said absently as she began screwing the plates back together, "I know it's not my job or anything, but maybe try talking to Rip instead of bashing his skull in every time. That's how Thrasher did things. You're not Thrasher. All this violence is clearly weighing on you. Plus, it's more work for me because you seem to manage to screw up the actuator every freaking time you punch somebody."

I looked away sheepishly. I found myself relying more and more on my arm in fights, and frankly, it wasn't good for it. Mender Agnes had given it to me to help me balance out, cope with the loss of my real arm. I don't think she meant for me to pound in other Anthros' faces with it.

That was the bosun's job, as it turned out. There were mundane chores to be done too, of course. Itsuo had laid it all out for me. The bosun was responsible for two things on Captain Geist's ship: the stores, and discipline. I had to check the ship's food stock and rum rations to make sure nobody was dipping into them (which they did, often--especially the rum) and punish anybody that got out of line. Because everyone hated me for killing Thrasher, they got out of line every chance they could find.

"Rip isn't going to listen to the guy who murdered his friend," I said despondently. "They want their friend back. I don't blame them."

Nola grunted, her tongue sticking out slightly as she finished snapping the plates back into place on the metal arm. " 'Friend' doesn't seem like a word that applies to these guys," she grumbled. She snapped the final plate back into place, tightened a few screws, and wiped the arm down with a cloth so it shone dully in the light of our bed lamp. She padded over to the bed and sat next to me. I reluctantly lifted my stump so she could jam the big needle-like spike into the puckered scar on my nub, and I felt the agonizing sting before it faded to a dull throb and the shoulder plate attached to me with a hiss of venting air. I lifted the arm, flexed the fingers, and nodded. "Thanks, sis."

She turned me to face her and kissed me, slowly and with a sort of ponderous consideration, like she was taste-testing a new wine. It sent a thrill down my spine and stirred my loins. When she finally pulled away, there was lust in her electric blue eyes. "You're a good bun," she murmured, "but you're kind of a dolt. Not every problem can be solved with your metal arm. Besides, we both know the only reason you're winning these stupid brawls with them is because of your Sight. Every Gift comes with a price, and we still haven't figured out what yours costs you."

She wasn't wrong. I was terrified of what my Gift was doing to me without my knowledge. Her own Gift--Agnes had called it "gravikinesis"--let Nola manipulate people's center of gravity, to the point where she could reverse it and make them float or go flying in a specific direction. It also tore through the sugar in her blood every time, leaving her hungry, dizzy, and weak. What was seeing the future doing to me, I wondered?

I knew she could see the worry on my face because she started tongue-bathing my neck and face. "Nnff," I growled. "Hey, come on. You know what that does to me..."

"Mmhmm," She mumbled through a tongueful of my fur.

"Tease," I moaned, wrapping my arm around her waist and sliding her closer on the bed.

She pulled back just for a moment. "I'm only a tease if I don't put out. I don't tease." She slid her paw down my shirt and yanked at the thin rope holding up my baggy pants. Extricating them was something of an ordeal, because I didn't wear shoes--nobody did on a ship--but instead wrapped long strips of dirty linen around them up to my shins to bind down the bottoms. The pants were loose and billowy to keep from restricting my movement, but it meant giant baggy pant legs that needed to be pinned in place. Unwrapping them to get the pants off was usually more trouble than it was worth. Not today, apparently.

"Get these off," my sister whispered as she licked my ear. "I want you to mount me."

I'm not too proud to admit I whimpered when she said it. Nola's always known how to push my buttons. I frantically uncinched the knot on each of the cloth strips and started unwinding them. Nola casually yanked open the knot on my rope belt and pulled out my throbbing erection, shoving it in her maw down to the base and gagging right away. She wasted no time, that woman.

"Gods damn it," I wheezed. "You're gonna make me cum..."

Apparently that was the point, because she choked hard, massaging my cock with the constriction of her throat, and rubbed her tongue furiously against the underside. Her paws roamed across my stomach and legs, gently stroking the slate gray fur as she gagged on my dick. Brat. She knew I'd be ready for a second round in a matter of minutes anyway, so she was going for a fast orgasm first. Fine then, if that's what she wanted...

Since our emergence from the Pit, we'd begun growing hair on our heads like the other Anthros. It was a bland nut brown, but it was so novel and exciting neither of us wanted to cut it. Nola already had hair down past her shoulders, which I gathered up in my metal paw as I pushed her head roughly up and down, bouncing her snout off my thigh, each hard shove down onto my member making her gag and cough on me. Within moments, I was shoving her face hard against my crotch and spilling my seed down her esophagus. I glanced behind her to see one of her paws had pulled up her skirt and was fingering her asshole as I abused her throat.

I tried to keep thrusting into her mouth as I came, but eventually the sheer power of the sensation overwhelmed me and I couldn't move. I pressed her so hard into my crotch, her incisors bit into my thighs and I whimpered again, this time in actual pain, but didn't stop until I'd sprayed every inch of my twin's throat with my cum.

She finally pulled off and swallowed before coughing roughly, tears pouring down her cheek fur, her eyes practically bulging with need. Nola loved the rough stuff, and while I was still pretty hesitant about all of it, I had to admit it was fun seeing how wet it got her. "Thank you," she wheezed. "Now fuck your sister's ass."

I finished unwrapping my feet so I could step out of my pants. I didn't bother taking off my shirt or vest. I only needed my bottom half for what was coming next.

I tapped my chin thoughtfully as Nola turned around on the bed on all fours and presented her ass to me. The pregnancy was making it fill out beautifully--making all of her fill out. Her large, growing belly hung down between her legs, and the soft curve of it was as enticing as her dripping sex. It wasn't that I hadn't found my sister hot when she was all hipbones, because I definitely had, but now she had a full figure and an absolutely heavenly amount of tits and ass. It made it hard (HA) to keep my hands off her outside our quarters.

Of course, I couldn't help but ruin the moment, at least for a second. Her silhouette reminded me of Rika, who had always had a full figure. I shuddered, praying she was safe. She'd set out to free the rest of the slaves in the Pit. I had no idea if she'd succeeded or not, or if she was even still alive. She's alive, Leon. Fucking chill. Enjoy the moment.

Nola glanced behind her, looking a little nervous. "What's wrong?" she asked.

I smiled. "Nothing, just admiring the view."

She knew me better than that but decided not to press. "Stop admiring and bury your dick in it."

I shook my head. "Still need a minute, you really drained me."

She licked her lips and batted her eyelashes at me. "More where that came from, if you get your cute butt over here."

It would still be a couple minutes before my erection came back, so I decided to occupy her while we waited. She hadn't gotten off in round one, and that was a damn shame. I pushed my snout into her back end and dragged my tongue slowly up her pussy lips to her asshole. She was far muskier than we ever were while living in the Spike--no running water meant sponge baths, and rarely--but after three months of that, we'd become accustomed to each other's newer, stronger scents. If I'm being honest, I kind of loved it.

I tongued her tailhole with abandon, lapping up her potent scent, as I pushed two fingers into her opening just below. A stream of wetness trickled down the fur of her inner thigh and her thick hips shuddered and wobbled as she bit down on her wrist to keep from screaming. Geist had already spoken to us twice about the noise. I missed the Suite, but not just for the silk sheets and catered meals--I missed how loud we could be with no regard to upsetting anyone. I could reduce my sister to a mindless, squirming puddle of cum and screams and no one gave a shit.

Whatever. It was Nola's job to quiet herself. My job was to make her squirt, and I got to work. I shoved my tongue inside her rectum and pumped my fingers in her with more and more abandon, and she gathered up a huge wad of bedsheets and shoved them in her mouth so she could scream into them. Even muffled, the sound was enough to make my cock slowly begin to harden again. Two thick streams of girl-cum spilled onto the bed, one after the other, and I rubbed my free paw through it and wiped the hot, sticky juice all over my dick. I was going to need lubrication where I was going.

"You're gonna get us in trouble again if you're any louder," I said as I pulled away from her ass. My fingers didn't stop pumping, though.

"F-fu-u-ck y-y-ou-u-u," she moaned.

I grinned. "Okay."

I stopped fingering her and knelt behind her, then pressed the tip of my dick against her rectum. She gasped and wiggled her butt cheeks against my member. I was fully erect now, but I hesitated for a moment. We hadn't attempted anal since our disastrous first time when she'd torn herself open sitting down on me. I wanted in there so badly--gods, she was so tight!--but while I knew she liked pain, I also knew she didn't want to go through all that again, especially without Mender Agnes around to patch her back up.

I decided to start slow, pushing just the head in. Even that was tough, and I felt the tight ring of her asshole squeeze hard against me and pull painfully on my foreskin. I grimaced, and Nola whimpered. It would have been loud were she not stuffing half our bedsheets into her mouth. I spat on my paw and rubbed it around the ring of her anus to help the process along, pushing another inch in slowly.

"Muhh," she moaned.

"What?"

She spat out bedsheet and growled, "More!"

"Calm down, sis," I said. I couldn't keep some of the anxiety out of my voice. "Remember what happened last time?"

"I've been practicing since then," she grunted, wriggling backwards a little. Another inch of me slid inside her, and now that all my foreskin was in, the painful tugging lessened, and I could actually enjoy the soft heat of her rectum. I twitched hard. Once I got going, I wasn't going to last long. I wasn't sure I believed her about practicing--she still felt incredibly tight--but I let it go and pushed deeper in. One inch... two... The tightness was painfully, deliciously intense.

With one final hard thrust, I hilted her asshole with a shuddering gasp. Nola buried her snout in the bed and screamed into the blankets, one hand trying desperately to reach her pussy around her belly. I never understood how she could be so damn dangerous in a fight with such short reach. She really had paid more attention to our old teacher than me.

I waited to start thrusting, letting her adjust for a while. Instead I leaned down and rubbed her clit with my left hand, gently massaging while she shuddered and spasmed trying to acclimate to my dick inside her. I couldn't have been rubbing for more than a minute before she soaked my paw with another hard squirt. I brought it up to my face and started licking my sister's fluids off me. "I will never get over how good you taste," I said.

"I..." Nola gasped and shuddered. "I n-need your cum in me, brother."

Oof. She knew how to get me riled up. I immediately started thrusting, slamming my member to the base, her insides hot and tight and constricting, squeezing my cock. I barely made a dozen thrusts before I was painting her insides with another load. She quivered and mewled into the bed. I shuddered as my dick throbbed with each squirt inside her, filling her rectum with my seed.

We collapsed onto the bed, legs quaking, with me still inside her, feebly thrusting in her whenever a spasm of sensitivity washed over me. "Fuck," she panted, grabbing my paw and resting it against her belly. "Holy fucking shit."

"You kiss our mother with that mouth?" I wheezed.

"Creep," she giggled.

"Unequivocally."

She snuggled against me, pushing my dick back into her with a little squeak of pleasure. I still hadn't softened yet. "You keep this hard and we'll end up doing a round three without even trying."

"Mm," I murmured, kissing her ear. "No complaints. How's your ass?"

Nola wiggled playfully and I squeaked hard as my hypersensitive dick twitched in her. "Amazing, I'd say."

"Fucking brat," I growled, grinding hard against her cheeks. "I meant does it hurt."

She pushed against me with every grinding thrust, and I quickly realized I wasn't going to get soft at all. I was staying hard. "Hurts," she squeaked, "but I love it. Gimme more. Make me scream loud enough to piss off Geist again."

Nola refused to refer to the captain as our mother since she'd attempted to murder our unborn children. I didn't blame her--she was on my shit list, too. That didn't mean I was interested in pissing her off any more than I already had, though. "Let's not poke the bear, yeah?" I gave her one long, slow thrust in and out of her ass. "Let's just enjoy ourselves."

Nola went quiet for a moment, but she still kept grinding her ass against my dick so I knew 1) that she was pissed at me, or at least irritated; and 2) she wasn't pissed enough to stop fucking me. I decided to take it as a win. "You're gonna have to confront her properly at some point," she said. "You can't keep avoiding her. This ship isn't big enough for that."

"I know," I said, my thrusts faltering for a second. I refused to let our mother ruin the mood, though. I cupped one of her ample breasts and pinched the nipple, twisting hard and shuddering pleasantly when Nola gasped and her asshole tightened around my cock. That was a novel sensation--I filed that information away for future use and started pumping in and out of her rectum vigorously. Now there was significantly less friction, since I'd already supplied a thick batch of edible lubrication.

It seemed Nola had no further chastisements to make, because she stopped talking and started ramming her cheeks against my crotch--an impressive feat seeing as we were still lying on our sides. I twisted and pulled her nipple hard, drawing out another moan from my sister. She began squeaking in a low, desperate staccato that made me subconsciously begin thrusting in rhythm with the noise. She realized almost immediately what I was doing and slapped my thigh. "Knock it off," she growled.

"Sorry," I panted. I was not sorry.

Nola made a noise between a whimper and a yelp as she shoved herself particularly aggressively against my dick, and I felt myself press even deeper inside her than I'd gone previously, the tight heat bathing my shaft and making me squeak along with my sister. Any other person, I'd be embarrassed by the noise, but nothing made me embarrassed in front of Nola anymore. She reached one paw back to stroke my ears, which I bent over a little to supply her. She rubbed them as we fucked, cooing as she squeaked, thrusting backwards with just as much ferocity as I was thrusting forward, smashing us against each other, pushing me toward another orgasm with each collision.

"I--ohhh, Leon!--I m-miss your f... fingers," she managed.

Couldn't have that. I reluctantly stopped tugging her breast and tapped her thigh to indicate we needed to sit up and go back into doggy style. I could have used the M-steel paw that _wasn't_trapped under her, but I barely had any sensitivity in it, so it was hard to gauge how rough or gentle I was being with it. So, flesh-and-blood paw had to switch jobs, and it couldn't do that from underneath her. Once we'd repositioned and I'd begun thrusting again, I reached down and rubbed her clit gently, hesitant to put the same kind of pressure as I had to her tits on an area so sensitive, but she grunted and pleaded, "Harder! Rub harder, baby!"

I obliged her, to the point that I was practically smashing my fingers into her clit, I was rubbing so hard. She cried out and gyrated with increasing desperation. I knew my sister well enough by now to know she had a pretty spectacular orgasm building up. I was still a ways off--might not even cum a third time, not that I minded. I kept thrusting, taking her hard clit in my thumb and forefinger and gently pinching. She immediately soaked my hand, and her cry had to have been heard all the way down in the bilges. I increased the pressure slightly, making her buck against my hips and give a trembling wail. I stopped thrusting to bury my cock as far as it would go in my sister's asshole and twisted her clit in my fingers. She arched beautifully and lost all capability for speech or even sound as her body nearly tore itself apart in a war between pain and pleasure, silently shuddering as she sprayed the bed with load after load of girl-cum.

As she finally came down, eyes lolling in her head, I briefly considered giving her a respite. I mean, she looked nearly unconscious anyway. But after watching my twin orgasm in such a spectacular fashion, I decided I did want one more load inside her, after all. I started thrusting again, though I took my hand off her pussy so she could recuperate. As it turned out, that wasn't enough to let her regain her senses. She uttered a series of sweet, panicked little squeaks as I kept pounding her ass, basking in the tight, slick warmth of her insides. The tightness seemed to transfer from the very walls of her rectum to the base of my dick, then move up the shaft until my glans felt like it was going to explode from the stimulation. Moments later, as Nola whimpered in my paws, I came in her ass for the second time, shoving hard against the puckered ring of her anus with each blast of cum within her. She trembled and made some weird noise that kind of sounded like she wasn't so much an orgasming Nola as an orgasming goat. Not sure why that made my ejaculation so much hotter, but holy crap did it ever. It was a noise that seemed to mean I'd broken her, at least temporarily. Nola was not home. Only orgasm was home. I loved it.

I collapsed onto Nola's back, and the two of us tilted over to flop onto the bed with my cock still rammed all the way inside her ass, immediately drifting off to sleep. At some point she woke up and I distantly felt her gyrating against me once more. I only partially woke up when my balls tightened for a fourth orgasm before I drifted back into sleep. I didn't mind--far as I was concerned, whatever was in my cock was hers at the moment. She didn't need my permission to make a withdrawal.

I eventually woke up to Nola licking my fur. I smiled as I opened my eyes to watch her work. I didn't move, not wanting her to know I was awake and possibly causing the relaxing sensation to end. I wanted her to keep going, keep licking. Maybe she'd clean my cock of the mess from inside her ass. She'd done lewder things, after all.

When she started licking the mound of pubic fur bushing out around my cock, I started squeaking involuntarily. She immediately glanced up at me and smiled. Damn! She'd been so close.

"Morning, you filthy beast," she grinned.

"Morning," I mumbled. "Sorry I disturbed you. I liked where you were going."

She snerked. "I bet. But you wore me out entirely. I have nothing left in the tank. And I think your little friend needs to recuperate." She licked once on the tip of my erect cock, shivered, then licked again. "Then again, maybe giving you one more couldn't hurt." With that, she started licking my dick all over, tonguing in between the head and the foreskin, bathing all six inches thoroughly. I shivered and squeaked some more.

"I can't--nff, fuck, sis--I can't believe Mom didn't bug us," I whispered as she tongue-bathed my dick. "I... uhhnn... I thought for sure she'd yell at us again after last night. Gods, I love you..."

She smiled, running her little pink tongue across my balls, making me buck my hips slightly. "Maybe she finally got it through her head that it's none of her business," Nola said, stroking me gently a few times as she admired the tip. "Maybe she's into it."

I swallowed and tried not to let it show on my face I'd thought about it before. What can I say? Mom was fit, and despite the hard living of over a decade of piracy, she was gorgeous. Rough around the edges, but gorgeous.

I clearly failed in my attempt, because Nola's eyebrows raised. "You're hot for her, aren't you!" She looked incredulous, but she also stroked me harder.

I covered my face in my hands. "It's not like that! I mean--okay, yes but please don't stop."

Nola didn't stop, but she did frown and slow her strokes a little. "Bro, you know she tried to kill our babies."

"Yes, dear sister, thank you. I am aware. I was the one who stopped her, remember?"

"Then why?"

I sighed. I'd killed the mood. I sat up and gently pulled her hand away from my dick. It didn't soften right away--it never did--but it would get there on its own eventually. I took Nola's paws in mine. "It's purely a physical attraction. I know she's awful. She sells slaves and she tried to kill our babies just because we're... you know. Us. And I hate her for that. But... Nollie, I think something is genuinely scaring the shit out of her. I think Dad, whatever he is, might be worse. I'm not saying it excuses her," I added hastily, seeing the scowl growing on her face. "It doesn't. Not even a little. I'm just saying maybe we don't know the whole story. And... shit, Nollie, I dunno. I don't remember much about Tofa so I dunno how much of a mom she was to me, but either way, it's been a long time since we had that." I released my metal paw from her grip to rub my other arm. "I can't pretend like part of me doesn't want to forgive her just so I have a mom again. I won't, not after what she tried to do. Just want to, is all." I glanced up at her. "You mad?"

To my surprise, Nola didn't look pissed. She looked... scared.

"Leon," she said slowly, "Tofa wasn't a mom at all. She... she abused you. Or took part in it, anyway."

I frowned. "What? What are you talking about?"

Nola sat up, eyes wide. "With Blake. Remember?"

I shook my head. "Who?"

Nola's lip quivered. "Oh, gods."