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**The Odd Couple

By: VeronicaFoxx

For: Dreixes**

"God damnit!" Bradley cursed, shucking off his visor. He wanted to chuck it through a wall (or try to), but it was far too expensive to replace for that kind of treatment. "Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck! Fucking shit-ass, bargain-basement, low-input-speed garbage! FUCK! I fucking blew it..."

Brianne slipped off of the couch and padded over to give her twin brother a hug, letting him rest his head atop her shoulder, and let out a consoling murr. "You did good from what I saw. The only problem was input lag, and if we could just get some better gear, that wouldn't be a problem. I'm sure they'll realize that..."

"Bri, do you really think someone like Shodan is going to give a fuck that I've got shit gear? She's only going to care that the shit gear screwed up my aggro management, and probably going to blame it on me being a shit player instead. I had to submit my gear specs when I applied for the team, and that's probably why I was so far down on the fucking list to even get an interview. Three weeks, and I know they've had some people back for a second one before they even got to me for a first. FUCK!"

She took the visor from him before he really did fling it, setting it onto its stand, and started helping him strip off the rest of the gear. "Don't be like that. Look, you're the best tank in your guild, and that's with the gear that we have now. You've cleared Amonax, and you're in the top five digits on ranked dungeons, so you couldn't possibly be a shit player. It's just the input lag. If we could even get just a neural interface, you'd be able to react a lot faster."

The male silver fox sighed and sat, unlatching the low-friction boots from his paws and setting them beneath the visor. "Bri. We have to get some better rigs. It would mean I could maybe actually go professional, for one, and for two it would mean that you didn't need to rely on other people to test your code. I... I have a line on something that might be worth it, but... Well, look, I can get the money. I'm gonna do this. For us."

"Brad..." She took his shoulders and eyed him sidelong, affixing him with a stare that their mother had perfected, and Brianne had only started to pick up since they'd moved away from home together. "Don't you dare be thinking of something illegal. You know damned well that we don't have the money to post bail if you get caught."

"It's nothing illegal, Bri!" he protested, though he had to admit that crime wasn't entirely off the menu if it would improve their lot in life. "It's... it's porn, okay? RL porn."

She blinked and led him over to the couch, sitting him down and turning off the television screen so as to minimize distractions. "Real life porn? As in, completely physical? Not even just modeling for a virtual copy?"

He tucked his ears back and nodded. She stared at him for several more seconds, folding her hands into her lap, then gave a firm nod.

"Okay. I'm coming with you." Before he could even begin to protest, she cut him off. "You know this is risky, especially since I'm dead certain you're not talking about going to a professional studio or anything like that. I don't want you ending up in a dumpster missing half your organs, or worse, and you're the only thing I have in this world. You know I'm not going to let you do this without me, so don't bother trying to convince me otherwise."

The tod let out a long groan, deflating. She was right, on all counts, and she never changed her mind once it was made up without some very good reasons. He didn't have even a slightly good reason, so it was hopeless; saving his pride was not considered any kind of reason at all.

"Okay, okay. Just let me send them a message and see if the offer still stands. I'll let you know. I promise I won't try and sneak out without you."

She nodded acceptance, then followed him to look over his shoulder as he went to his computer and pulled up the advertisement. It was on a fetishist personals site, a pair of twins who were looking for a third to film some relatively tame kink porn from the description. They claimed to be a studio, but Brianne insisted that they do some digging. And, surprisingly enough, they were actually able to find a ton of videos from Naked Kitty Productions. Further investigation (and some minor cyberstalking) found the website for their regular business, which showed they were actually body modification specialists, which put the vixen back on the defensive. The saving grace was the fact that there were several films that had the same people in them, though the clips were... somewhat disturbing in several cases. They didn't just go in for light kink, and they were some seriously out-there freaks, but..

Well, twenty-five grand for eight hours of shooting was a lot of money. They could get some decent interfaces and still have money left over for rent and bills, so long as they weren't overly extravagant. The amount of money for such a relatively short session was suspect, but the reviews they found for the Coopers said that they were good people to work with and upfront about what they were after. They couldn't find any real ammunition against taking up the offer, so Brianne relented in the end. Bradley sent the message.

There was an almost instant response requesting full body images (nude, of course) both hard and soft, a medical history (as complete as possible), and a list of any health issues he might have (probably in case he had a heart attack while filming or something). Since neither of them had ever done anything like this before, they didn't have any on hand, which meant they had to take some pictures. It was... embarrassing, though not for the reasons most might suspect.

They saw each other naked on an almost constant basis, but posing for her to take pictures of him was an entirely different prospect, especially since they were being sent to strangers. There were some specific ways that they wanted him to pose, like bent over with his tail up and cheeks spread to show his tailhole, that seemed a little degrading. Then again, he was sending in an application for porn, so he supposed that a little degradation was always going to happen.

He supposed that they probably should have tried pegging more often. It just felt strange having something in his butt. Not necessarily unpleasant, but not exactly something he really enjoyed either. The advertisement had specifically indicated that he'd be getting fucked in the ass, though, and he just hoped that they weren't going to use something the size of a horse to do it. He'd taken some rather large cocks in the past; it wasn't the first time for either of them exchanging sex for money. They did what they had to in order to get by, which sometimes meant doing things that were a bit distasteful.

Brianne occasionally wrote some grey-market code, stuff that could be used to hijack a player avatar in certain circumstances and such, things that had questionable uses but still let her retain some plausible deniability if anything ever came back to them. Bradley wasn't able to do that, though. He didn't have the kind of mind needed for coding. He was far better at exploiting the products that people like Brianne produced. He made an almost livable wage off of resource farming for large guilds in The Eternal Realm game world (mostly to avoid having to work in the service industry), not quite enough to cover all their expenses but enough to keep them afloat while they hoped for Brianne's less reliable but more lucrative jobs to dump a fat wad of cash into their bank account.

What they really needed most was stability and a chance to take a fucking vacation, just to spend time together without needing to worry about the rest of the world. And a twenty-five grand paycheck would go a long way towards providing that, at least on a short-term basis. They could pay up for several months ahead of time and not worry about whether to pay rent or buy food. And maybe they'd be able to rediscover their sex drives without all that stress hanging constantly over them. It had been nearly two years since the last time...

The response after sending the photos was almost instant again, less than two minutes, and was a very definite affirmative. A standard contract was sent over, very official, to which Bradley applied his electronic signature before returning it, and then it was just down to scheduling. They wanted him in as soon as possible, which wasn't all that much of a problem considering his lack of a set schedule. He told them that he would be there the next day and decided that he could stand to fuck off for an evening after fucking up with his best shot at getting them out of the gutters and into a decent home. Granted, even joining a tournament team wouldn't have automatically gotten them where he wanted them to be, but it would have been a chance, predicated on them winning, of making more in one go than either of them ever made in an entire year.

He spent the rest of the evening cuddled up on the couch with Brianne while she wove lines of code into coherent software programs. There was a reality show on the television, but he wasn't really paying any attention to it. It was just mindless background noise while he savored the time spent with his favorite person in the entire world, even if his sister wasn't engaging with him. Just occupying the same general physical space was the best that they could manage most of the time, so he took what he could get.

They had thought that leaving home would give them freedom to be who they wanted to be, but that had been pure naive hope and idiocy. Having only just graduated high school, no college, no job experience, and only a couple thousand dollars to their name saved up from allowances and birthday money over the course of four years, burning their familial bridges had been a rather bad idea. But they hadn't seen any other way that they could openly be with one another. It had been a struggle, and a vicious one, for the past five years. They had managed, just barely, to survive so far. Something needed to change, though. Something big needed to happen. Unfortunately, he had blown the best chance that had thus far become available. Maybe this would be a new chance at a better start. Hopefully. Probably not...

He didn't realize he had fallen asleep until Brianne woke him up so that they could move into the bedroom. He lay with her in the bed they shared, half-awake and wondering what exactly he was in for with the Coopers. Sphynx cats weren't a breed he had ever heard of before. He supposed that for people doing tattoos and brands, being furless was beneficial to showing off their work. The pictures on their site showed their entire bodies to have been made into a canvas for their artwork, and he had to admit that they looked pretty amazing. According to what Brianne had found, they were also fraternal twins. That would be pretty neat, meeting another pair of twins, especially ones that were very obviously fucking. They did porn together, at the very least, and there was definitely a market for that. It was something that Bradley and Brianne had considered but discarded; they felt like they were already judged badly enough for their relationship without adding that kind of infamy on top.

He wondered how the Coopers managed it, being business partners and lovers and porn stars and doctors, for crying out loud, and whatever else they were. They seemed to have some kind of charmed life at first glance. They were obviously successful, and highly at that, if they were able to offer the kind of money they were for a single sex tape. He supposed it might also be bait to lure him in for some kind of psychotic organ harvesting spree, considering the fact that they were body modders, but he really doubted it. There had to be some kind of secret that they could pass on. There had to be some magical key that would unlock a better, happier future for himself and his sister. He would have to ask them. If the cats didn't steal his tongue.

When the morning finally came, he was far more exhausted than he had been before going to bed, but he dragged himself into the shower and washed thoroughly in preparation. He even went so far as to trim up the fur on his sheath and balls. It made them look smaller, which tended to be a bonus when he was approached for sex. Being a rather small breed of predator, and having a naturally effeminate frame, people tended to consider him a twink. He actually had a decently sized cock for his species, but making himself look smaller was almost an instinct at this point. Breakfast was some coffee, toast, and tofu sausage (far cheaper than the real thing), and then they were out the door and on the way.

The body mod/porn studio was just outside the bottomless district, which seemed rather appropriate. It was in a strip mall that hosted a few other low-end shops, with cop cars clustered at the far end from the studio. There was a sandwich shop at that end, so Bradley supposed it made sense, but it also gave him an uneasy vibe. Then again, if the felines did try to do anything untoward, help was at least nominally close at hand. They were a good thirty minutes early, but he was still surprised to see the "Closed" sign on the front door. It was locked when he pulled, so he tried to peer through the blacked out windows, to no avail. Brianne swatted the back of his head and pulled out her phone to send the Coopers a text.

A couple of minutes passed before they heard the door locks being undone, and it swung open to reveal one of his new employers. He couldn't really tell whether it was the male or female of the pair. There was some kind of metal plate over their genitals and metal caps over their areolas, with little rubber nibs covering their actual nipples. They had a rounded stomach, which was different from their images online, but that didn't mean much; almost everyone edited their images or put up purposefully outdated ones to show themselves in the best light. Even when they spoke, the voice was rather androgynous.

"Oh! Oh my! You should have told us that you had a twin! Oh, we would have loved to put you both in a video! Ah, well, perhaps next time. Please, come in, come in!"

The interior of the shop looked pretty much like one would expect from a tattoo, branding, and piercing parlor: art on the walls, a pair of adjustable dentist-type chairs, displays with various types of jewelry, but there were also pictures. Most of the pics were full body shots, many in semi-sexual poses, and almost all of them with some kind of visible implant or prosthetic. Missing limbs were the majority, and they had been replaced by... works of art. Obviously, the prosthetics had to be functional, but they were far more than that, too. They were beautiful. One looked like a steampunk clockwork, another looked like it had been carved from driftwood with the center cut out into a mountainside panorama, and a third was retro-futuristic android-like. It made the fox take a second look at the ones that didn't show any obvious modifications to see if he could figure out what was non-organic on the individuals shown in them.

"Thinking of having something done?" the sphynx asked, and Bradley jerked away from his study with an uncomfortable grin.

"Uh, no, just... um... admiring your work, I guess," he offered in lame explanation. "I don't think I could do something like that unless, like, it was really needed."

The cat nodded. "It is a very personal choice. Some of our clients come to us out of necessity due to issues with the public healthcare system, but a large percentage are those who already have implants or prosthetics and are looking for something more. Often, something with more flair but sometimes with more utility. There is a relatively small market for body modification to this kind of extreme without medical need, but it is our most profitable client set. Please, feel free to take a seat and make yourself comfortable. We'll be with you in about twenty minutes. In the meanwhile, please review the script so that you can give us your final answer once we're ready."

There was a long, comfortable-looking couch along one wall, and they plopped onto it to wait. Bradley couldn't help but fidget, bouncing his knee until Brianne put a hand on it and squeezed to stop him. He was nervous, which was stupid. It wasn't like he hadn't done similar things before, but he had never done it with the intention of filming the act. Thankfully, he had the script (which was another surprise) to review. He pulled it up on his phone to look through it, and it was surprisingly tame.

He was to play the part of a new "pet" for the male of the pair, joining the sister as a sex slave. A bit of bondage, some doggy style, taking it up the ass while fucking the female, a little oral, and other general petplay stuff. It was a bit outside of his comfort zone, but he also didn't have a hell of a lot of experience with any kind of kink. The most he had ever done with Brianne was pegging. Still, it was a hell of a paycheck, so he would fake it as best as he could. Of course, he was just reaffirming that decision in his mind when the felines finished up with whatever they were doing in the room connected to the left side of the main shop. He very nearly bolted out of pure shock.

His fellow "pet" looked more like a cybernetic construct built from rubberized parts. Pure black with metal clamp rings where various parts of the outer suit/shell attached, and nothing that looked remotely natural. The limbs ended in flat stumps, and even the face was more of a facsimile with a hole at the front. The only flesh he could see were the ears poking out of the rubber on either side of its head. He only realized that he was crushing Brianne's hand when she began frantically patting the back of his. He let go, feeling rather disoriented.

"Ah, forgive us," the male(?) said. "You did look up some of our clips, yes? We can see that you're disturbed. Please feel free to leave if you aren't comfortable with continuing. We wouldn't want you to do anything that you find distasteful."

"No, no, I'm... I'm really sorry, just... uh... Holy fuck, dude..."

"Bradley!" his sister hissed, digging an elbow into his side. He was honestly surprised that she wasn't as creeped out as he was, but she wasn't the one who had to fuck the... thing. "I'm really sorry," she told the cats. "He's usually much better behaved in public."

Like he was a disobedient kit. He scowled at her and moved away from her on the couch. "I'm just... I was surprised. Sorry. Yeah, we watched some of your clips. It's just a little shocking to see in real life is all."

"That's perfectly understandable. If you would like, we can reschedule for another day. It is only a slight inconvenience, and we wouldn't take anything out of your fee for it. We can also put her back together for a proper introduction. Our usual hires for this kind of thing are usually far more familiar with our work. We can forget how odd we might seem to those who aren't. We just didn't expect someone completely unfamiliar with us to respond."

"I... yes, sorry, that's my fault. We just... really need the money..."

He was surprised when the rubber creature began moving towards him. He must have cringed because Brianne elbowed him again. The nub-limbs moved in a surprisingly natural manner. It climbed up onto the couch and plopped across his lap, purring loudly. He held his hands in the air for a few moments, unsure what to do about the whole situation, but there was a rather natural response to having a warm, purring cat on your lap that he really couldn't escape. He brought his hands down and began to hesitantly pet at the rubber feline.

The other sat beside him on the couch, on the opposite side from Brianne and at a respectful distance. "While this is a good way to make badly needed cash, we would hope that you did some research before applying? You need to be rather careful about who you work with in this industry. Unless they are a rather large and well-known studio, there can be some... less than ethical individuals who operate under the guise of pornographic productions."

"Yes," Brianne answered. "We did research. I made sure of it. We don't need it quite as desperately as he thinks, but it would be a really, really good paycheck."

"Hm. What would make you more comfortable in this situation, Bradley?"

The tod just looked at him. "I... have no idea. I'm really, really sorry. I've just never met anyone like you two."

"Oh, you probably never will again!" the cat quipped with an enigmatic smile, but it turned more kindly as he reached out to lay a comforting hand on the tod's shoulder. "We really would like you for this part. You're... rather adorable, if you'll forgive us, but we mean it as a compliment. Both of you are. We would rather not have you feeling pressured into things or coming into it without full enthusiasm, though. It detracts heavily from the performance when it is obvious that the actor is not enjoying things. So the question becomes whether or not we can proceed with you. We'll be happy to give you some compensation for the time wasted on coming out here, regardless. Obviously, we can't offer the full amount if you choose to leave."

"No, no!" he protested. "I'm... yeah, I can do this. She's... it's not as strange as I thought at first. I was just weirded out."

"Why don't we move into the studio section and get a little more comfortable, work up to things a bit more. Your sister can come along, as well. She'll just need to stay off to the side. We're thinking up a new script that should work much better. You can just act naturally, don't worry about any lines, and we'll see how things go, hm?"

He nodded, and the rubber-coated cat got up from his lap to sashay over towards the other door that led out of the main area. He probably shouldn't have been surprised that the porn studio part was set up in an open floor plan that had a kitchen, dining area, sitting area, and "love nest" bed area. It seemed like pretty much exactly the kind of sets that a porn studio would have. And, considering the depths of their kink, he shouldn't have been surprised at the fact that they had a sex dungeon area either. He felt like the biggest idiot in the entire world.

Brianne was directed to take position at the breakfast bar in the kitchen area and Bradley to the love seat in the sitting area. When he plopped down, the female began nosing at his legs and letting out plaintive meows. He spread his legs, and she squeezed in between them to nuzzle against his jean-clad groin, while the male sat on the comfortable chair that was set perpendicular to the loveseat.

"So, before we begin, do you have any kind of preferences where cock is concerned?"

The tod blinked and played the question back in his mind before answering. "Uh, well, I mean... I... What?"

The feline snickered. "Sorry, sorry, we're forgetting ourselves again. You have options!"

The female moved over to her brother and stuck out her tongue. There was a key on a ring pierced through the end of her tongue, and he used it to unlock the plate over his groin. Brad nearly jumped out of his skin once more when the plate came away to show balls but no cock, just a saggy, empty sheath.

"Canine, feline, equine? Are you a size queen? Have you had any experience with being anally penetrated? We wouldn't want your first time to be unpleasant."

"Uh... well, I uh... C-canine, I guess? I... I like the knot... And n-not too big?"

The cat purred and went over to the torture area, returning with a trio of dildos that graduated from fennec-sized to wolf. "Would any of these be acceptable?"

He glanced at Brianne, his ears burning with embarrassment, and selected the middle one. It was slightly larger than the one his sister had used on him the few times they'd done that, and it was about the right size to feel good. Then the cat screwed it onto his groin. And tested it. The thing vibrated, oozed natural-looking pre cum, and the knot could even grow and shrink! Bradley had to admit that it was kind of impressive, though he was perfectly happy with his own natural flesh down there.

"This will work much better if you take your clothing off," the spyinx suggested, and the fox felt even dumber.

He hastily stripped down to his fur, which let the rubber-clad female nuzzle directly against his sheath and sack when he sat back down. The male nudged him aside to sit beside him, and reached over to begin gently massaging him.

"Not even gonna take me to dinner first?" Bradley joked, which of course backfired on him.

"Oh, certainly, if you're hungry. The kitchen is fully functional. Just wanted you hard for the shoot. We do have some over-the-counter aids, if you need one. It can be a little difficult to keep an erection for hours at a time. And please do tell us if you'd like to stop at any point. We won't be doing anything too heavy, so we shouldn't need a safe word. If you'd prefer to have one, feel free to provide it."

"Oh, uh... I th-think we should be fine without."

"So, how about we start simply? Straddle my lap and start fucking yourself on my cock. Pauline will suck you off in the meanwhile. Just be natural about it, and don't worry about acting. This could be a good little 'straight boy gets knotted for the first time' kind of thing."

"Uh. Okay, that sounds fine."

He glanced at Brianne as he did as he was told. He could feel the surprisingly life-like tip nudging up against his tailhole as the female pressed the opening at the front of her face against his sheath. He carefully lowered himself, thankful of the lubrication that leaked out of the dildo, and felt himself spreading as it slipped deeper and deeper into him. It was... really nice, if he were honest with himself. He would always prefer his sister as a lover, but he figured he'd go with some kind of canine male if they ever separated. He hit the knot and started to lift himself back up when things took a turn.

Pauline angled her head so that his sheath was pushed back as he rose, forcing his soft shaft out and into her mouth. Suction like he never would have believed possible gripped him and sucked his dick in like a wet vacuum cleaner, vibrations shivering the warm flesh that gripped him, and what felt like four different tongues rolling against him from every side. He let out a yip, gripping at her head, and fell back down so that the knot of the dildo was jammed up against him once more.

Paul began purring and gripped his hips, encouraging him to lift them and get riding again. He did his best, but the female's mouth was... it was really impossible. She had to have some kind of oral implants to do the things she was doing. Then the cock in his ass started vibrating, and he kind of lost track of things. He felt the hands on his hips guiding him, but other than that, he was too focused on the amazing feelings in his nether regions to pay much attention. He came before the knot was even pushed into him. Twice. He would have been ashamed of himself if he'd cared at all, but shame was the last thing on his mind. Something hot and wet was pressed against his mouth, and he licked and slurped out of instinct.

He was on his back, with the female over him, still sucking him off, and the male was pounding between his legs. He could feel the bulge of the knot starting to spread him, and he let out a happy cry when it finally managed to pop inside. It bloomed, and he came again. Then he felt the male move away, but the knotted, vibrating shaft was still inside him. A fresh cock was pressed against his lips, and he started sucking like the good little girl that he was (or so he'd been told by the males he'd been with). The knot inside him pulsed larger, vibrating harder, every time the cock sank in past the entrance to his throat, and shrank with softer vibrations when it pulled back. He found himself reaching up to pull the male's hips against him, taking the cock as deep into his throat as he could just to have the knot mash harder against his prostate and vibrate more strongly.

Eventually they changed position again, him on his hands and knees with the male behind him, fucking him hard and fast while the female lay beneath him, still locked tight to his cock. He had lost track of how many times he had cum at that point. They ended with him fucking the female while being fucked from behind, and he was so exhausted after that last orgasm that he just collapsed on top of her. Even her vagina vibrated! She supported him without complaint, purring loudly, and he heard Paul talking with his sister. He was too exhausted to care what they were talking about. He felt sore. So very sore. And so very drained. He had never had sex so intense in his life, and he could appreciate the modding community a lot better. He kind of hoped that they might invite him back for another shoot.

The End