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What were you thinking, Kaera? Actually, what were you dreaming, Kaera? It was lucky that you dreamt about your twin brother stuffing you with his shaft and seed rather than in real life while you were in heat, risking pregnancy. That would've been terrible should your parents discover about you and your sibling breaking a taboo or two. Afterall, you made a promise to preserve your virginity till your Mating Ceremony a few years from now and not to engage in intercourse with members of the household. At least, your potion should do its job of taming your heat so the unthinkable couldn't occur.

Maybe grinding for days on end for the upcoming Placement Exam per your stepfather's instruction should distract you enough to where you don't form a habit from lascivious thoughts caused by your heat.

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Chapter 3: Cramming for the Test

(Jukush 14th- Avrew 17th Year 665 of the 4th Age)

My schedule for the next months was hectic, and so was Lárus's. Dad wanted us to study hard for the placement exam for school that was coming up fast. Due to mom's status growing up, we barely had an education. She tried her best at teaching us, but she was too focused on surviving, providing meals for us, and trying to raise her status. We, obviously, were prohibited from attending schools that had decent literacy or better, so Lárus and I would pick up knowledge from random people if they didn't tell us to leave. As a result, we were mature Fenri that would begin our education along with the youngest pups in the country, and dad couldn't allow it. He wanted us at year 10 with Róstran at least, so we needed to perform well on the placement exam.

From when we finished breakfast to when dinner started, Lárus and I were in a room together studying with the tutors dad hired. We were taught math, history, and our language, among other subjects. Since dad was a high-ranking Alpha, we learned the Common Tongue also, which was a bullshit language. Why bother having multiple rules if there were numerous exceptions to each one?

My brother struggled more than I did with the subjects, particularly with history and math. When we had quizzes, I would be a point or two ahead of the barely passing grade, where he would be the opposite. Sometimes, we would flip positions. Still, our scores hadn't improved by the middle of Faore, and dad wasn't too pleased with our progression. I could tell Lárus was becoming frustrated, so was I.

On Faore 14th, dad gave Lárus and me the day off from studying once breakfast was over, and we high-fived each other in celebration. He ordered us to follow him outside, and he led us to a fighting arena in the backyard. We looked at each other in confusion as he gave us wooden replicas of swords.

"I can safely guess that you're bored by the current material you're studying." My twin brother and I nodded our heads. "I figured a change of topics and tutoring could help you learn better. It is expected of each Fenri to join the military in some capacity once he or she leaves school and be in the reserves because Canir is surrounded by hostile nations. The schools do some training, but the boot camps perform the vast majority of it, so combat isn't one of the topics in the placement exam. However, nothing is stopping me from teaching both of you. Since you're Direfenri, you two should be able to perform better than something like math." We both grinned at the idea. Dad took off his shirt and wielded his training weapon. "We'll start with the basics first. Then you two will fight each other."

Dad began teaching Lárus and me several combat maneuvers with our sword, such as blocking and thrusting. When he finished showing us, he would either advance to us, or we would do it to him. If we messed up, which was often at first, he would smack us at random areas of our bodies as punishment. It hurt, but I could tell Lárus was enjoying learning this subject just like I was.

We were bruised by the time dad gave Lárus and me a break for lunch. Then it was back to combat practice. We sharpened our sword maneuvers for an hour or two before he told us to spar.

Lárus made the first move, and he caught me by surprise at how fast he could move. My arms immediately went into action, lifting my sword to block his strike. I held my ground; my strength forced us into a stalemate. He backed off and started circling me for an opening to exploit. Instead of allowing him to advance, it was my turn to go on the offensive. He wasn't expecting it from his sudden expression change and didn't react fast enough to defend himself. I now had one point.

"I let you have that one, little sister," Lárus spoke, trying to hide the fact that I won legitimately. He also knew that I hated him for calling me his little sister even though we were twins.

"I was two minutes behind you!" Damn him for knowing how to get my blood boiling.

Lárus was relishing this as he snickered. "Still enough for me to be your big brother."

That tears it. I charged at my sibling without any plan except to wipe that smirk off his face. I swung wildly at him, and all he did was dodge without breaking a sweat. The next thing I knew, I had his sword pointing at my heart, a lethal wound if we were in actual combat. It was now tied between us. "Again," I growled. I wasn't letting him get away with it, and my nature as a Direfenri enjoyed the mock fight.

"I'm nowhere near tired," Lárus uttered. "By the time I'm done, I'll be victorious."

"Keep dreaming, Lárus."

Our stepdad just stood by, observing Lárus and I spar against each other for hours though it felt like minutes. Our skills improved slowly each round, and we were evenly matched. It was a close match. Lárus would be a couple points ahead, then I would catch up be in the lead, and it continued in a cycle. We gave each other several bruises. It might've been our nature as Direfenri, but we were competing against each other growing up, not wanting either to emerge the champion, and we ended up devolving into our tactics from our years as pups.

Lárus tackled me to the ground after claiming that I didn't land the fatal blow on him with the fake sword. I, of course, insisted that I won, but he was too dense to accept it. We rolled around on the dirty floor, taking cheap shots at each other. I landed a solid punch on his eye. During the struggle, Lárus threw me off of him, making me lose my balance, stumble backward, and tripped. My head collided against a solid object hard, and I started to go into a daze. I yipped in pain; the tears began to flow, mixed with blood from a gash on my head. Dad immediately stopped the fight by easily overpowering my sibling with just a single hand despite Lárus being a couple inches taller than him and weighing more. Note to self, try to not provoke dad.

"That's enough for tonight, you two," father uttered in a commanding tone.

Lárus noticed me and became worried. "Kaera, are you all right? I didn't mean to. I'm sorry."

I don't know what came over me, but I stormed past Lárus and dad, heading towards the house. All I desired was to be alone for a while. Once I made it to my room, I locked myself inside, staying there until it was dinnertime.

Not much dialogue occurred during dinner. Only dad and mom talked about how the combat training went and the childish fight that ensued. By habit, she inspected Lárus's eye and the injury on my head, and I winced from the sting when she tended to it.

I claimed the bathroom first before my brother could steal it from me once dinner was over. Seriously, why did he prefer the same one I used frequently? There were more than enough to keep Álfsandur's residents satisfied, but I digressed. The warm water was a cure to my aching muscles, bruises, and other injuries sustained in the arena as it washed away the dirt and mud. It even made me relax from Lárus going too far, and I allowed the water to soothe me around three minutes longer than my typical showering in the bathroom. By the time I finished, the room had become mistier than the Æslágní Mountains. I wrapped a towel around myself and quickly walked to my room before Lárus showed up, which he did seconds after I shut the door, and I heard him turn on the shower.

In the safety of my private chamber, I took off the towel, and I sat in front of a mirror. While listening to Lárus's shower, I inspected my naked body at the injuries, particularly the gash on my head. "That'll leave a scar," I mumbled. While my hair and fur were still wet, I began brushing them to untie any knots.

A knock on the door broke me out of my trance. "Can I come in?" It was Lárus, and I must've lost track of his shower. I realized now that I was nude.

"Just a minute."

I scurried to the dresser, pulling out a bra and panties. As soon as I covered my most intimate body parts, Lárus came in. He still had a poor sense of telling time, though he would barge through a door if it wasn't locked without knocking first at one point in time at the shack.

Lárus's eyes lit up as he beheld my half-naked figure. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'll give you more time."

"Wait," I said before he closed the door. "There's no point in it now since you already saw me in my underwear." From my view, he was erect underneath the towel around his waist, and he had trouble with it, causing me to mentally grin. "You can come in and gather more images of your twin sister half-naked in your brain before I tell you to leave."

"You serious? I can wait for you to be completely dressed."

I nodded my head. "I am. In the future, try to wait till I or somebody else tells you to come in if the door isn't locked. At least you were courteous enough to let me slip on my underwear." I used one of the words I learned from the tutors. Lárus entered my bedroom and closed the door. Perhaps this little revenge scheme was backfiring on me the more I stared at him almost naked. This played similarly in my dream from a couple nights ago, and I still remember how it all played out. I became slightly wet either from anticipation, his appearance, or both, holding my legs closer together to cover the dark spot on my panties. "What do you want to talk about?" Great, my voice was starting to betray me as it sounded more nervous than usual.

"I just wanted to apologize for my actions earlier in the arena. I shouldn't have acted like a pup back there, and I didn't intend to give you that cut on your head."

His uncomfortableness must've relaxed me enough for my voice to return to normal. "And I'm sorry for behaving the same way and giving you that black eye."

"It must be from our pureblood as Direfenris causing it, but I've been antsy lately about the exam, and the combination must've caused me to snap."

"You're not the only one." Truth be told, I was probably more on edge than him about the exam, the crucial step towards a better future. "Just remember that dad wanted us to do well enough to be placed in year 10 with Róstran. It's not like he wants us to skip all the way to boot camp and secondary education."

"I find the subjects to be useless and boring. When will knowing Radclyff Oreyn being the first Human to enter Canir ever and becoming Alpha come in handy in the future? Why do I need to read books from Ángýðóð Sélísdútir?"

Lárus was getting riled up again, so I placed my hand on his cheek. "We have plenty of time to study before the exam, and, just like the old times, we have each other to rely on." I heard him chuckle, so I tilted my head in confusion. "What's so funny?"

"Our little fight in the arena made me remember our squabbles back in the old house if you can call the building that. We must've driven mom insane with how many injuries we received from each other."

Looking back on it, the black eye and my cut weren't the worst we did to each other. "And some were worse than the most recent ones. You broke my arm, and I paid you back later on by knocking several of your puppy teeth out."

"I tried my best to fix your arm as soon as I did. Mom was pissed at us when she saw my handiwork. I guess our Direfenri blood had something to do with those. It's a wonder how we didn't end up with more serious wounds or worse when we were pups."

"We saved them for those that wanted to pick on us."

"You're probably right." Lárus started to open the door. "Am I forgiven?"

"Yes, you big doofus, and I'm sorry for the black eye."

Satisfied with my response, Lárus nodded and started to walk out of the room. "Apology accepted," he uttered before he closed the door."

Relief flooded my body as I remained alone in my room. The dream didn't manifest itself beyond Lárus entering my chamber, and we were nearly nude. Then I started to frown as I desired to have him return for just a few more minutes while I dressed completely. My tail unconsciously wagged when I detected a knock at the door, believing he returned.

"Can you come out, Kaera?" It was not Lárus.

I opened my door, and I saw dad standing there. My brother was behind him, only in his pants. "Is there something you need to talk to us about?"

"We need to discuss about the arena." My ears folded in shame.

"I apologized to Kaera several minutes ago," Lárus uttered.

"He did," I added.

Our stepfather nodded his head. "It's nice to know that you two made up. Before the minor outburst, it looked like you, and your sibling enjoyed learning combat." Lárus and I nodded.

"It was the stress for the test that made us snap."

"Noted. I was about to say you two can have tomorrow to yourselves because I have a business to attend to as Alpha that day. Your mother will come also, and we'll be back late at night, so you'll be fending for yourselves for food. There are leftovers. The day after, it's back to studying. Since you enjoyed learning combat and sparring, I thought that if you do well on the mock exams- eighty percent or higher- we can use the arena. I may have to add physical exercise prior to it to expend some of your Direfenri energy as to prevent another boil."

"We actually mellowed out from when we were pups," Lárus spoke. I agreed with him.

"You may have reduced the frequency, but I doubt about the severity." Dad entered my room and gestured for Lárus and me to follow him to the window. "You see that path at the edge of the backyard?" We noticed it. "Once all the snow melts and the temperature warms up, I'm thinking that it'll be great for you two to run the entire trail before you practice combat. It's within the property lines, so it's safe, and it should tire you out. So, does my offer interest you?" We nodded our heads enthusiastically. "Then we have an agreement. You may have the rest of today and tomorrow to yourselves." Lárus waved me goodbye while closing the door, and I waved back.

The following day, I woke with my heart fluttering. Multiple images of my brother in various stages of nudity flashed through my mind, with some imagining what his actual dick looked like, and I had another dream about him and me having sex. Why was I picturing him in various ways that turned me on, and why was I dreaming about procreating with him?

"Get him out of your head, Kaera," I told myself. "He's too much of a doofus to be your type." Then, I felt my body ache. "We must've gone harder than I thought," I grumbled, making my way to the kitchen.

Mom and dad were away, meaning that it was up to me for breakfast for myself, Lárus, and Róstran. I wasn't as proficient in cooking as mom, but I had enough to know how to make eggs and sausage gravy from fending for my twin sibling and me at the shack, so I made them and placed them on top of toast.

Róstran was back to himself after Lárus pushed a button he shouldn't have on him. He devoured his portion faster than Lárus and I despite being a regular Fenri. "This is delicious. Thanks for preparing breakfast, Kaera."

"You're welcome," I responded, wagging my tail at the compliment.

I had so many plans on how to spend my free time after we ate breakfast. By a lot, I meant just lounging on the couch, and I rested my head on the comfy armrest, figuring on what the fuck to do. Nothing came into my head, and all I could think about was to lay back and relax, recuperating from my injuries. If it wasn't wintering outside, I could float in the swimming pool. I was rudely interrupted when Lárus planted his butt on the couch, and I had to move my feet, giving him a hard nudge with them.

"Watch it," he growled.

"I was here first," I growled in response. "You could've asked politely." Yep. Too much of a dork to be my type.

"You know you shouldn't have done that."

"And why's that?"

"Because you're wide open now."

I felt a tingling sensation on one of my feet, causing me to lose control and laugh. "Stop it, Lárus!"

"Move your feet, and I will."

We noticed Róstran walk by us, carrying a couple of beverages, and we ceased our immediate actions. It must be that time of the week for him. Every time we tried asking him, thinking we could partake in it to bond with him, he would give us a response that didn't answer our questions.

I felt a nudge from my brother. "Want to see what Róstran's up to?"

"Whatever it is, it's none of our business. He'll tell us if he wants us to know."

"But I'm curious."

"Knowing him, I bet it has to deal with his trading cards." I had an urge to stretch, and my body started cracking multiple times. "Oh Faer, I could use a massage right now. Maybe that's what I want to do with my free time. I wonder if there's a location that specializes in it."

"If you want, I could do it."

"Don't get any funny ideas."

"I wasn't even thinking about that. Besides, I made a promise that you'll make the first move if your serious... and you're not my type that I would make advances anyway."

"Your bulge suggested otherwise the past few times."

I could hear Lárus fluster. "It has a mind of its own. I can't control it. Do you want me to give you a massage or not?"

"Go ahead." I laid flat on my stomach with my head on the armrest. The tension in my muscles started to melt away as I felt Lárus's hands work on my shoulders, letting a growl of approval. There was one spot needing attention, and his fingers were near it. "This feels great. Can you move your fingers to the left? The other left. Down a bit. That's perfect." For several minutes, I was savoring the massage that I couldn't move if I wanted to. Every inch of my back received his touches, detecting it go further down before abruptly going up after touching my rear end.

"Sorry."

"It's ok." I tried to not show him how much it turned me on. "Let me return the favor." I reciprocated the massage, detecting the differences in his structure from mine. Underneath the thick fur, denser than me, there were developed muscles and more fat surrounding them than me. I could feel my heartbeat faster like it did when I woke up as I massaged him. From his growl, he was relishing it. We took turns in five-minute sections, working on each other's neck, back, legs, and feet till an hour went by and we heard Róstran coming down. Lárus was having difficulties with his bulge; apparently, he approved my message substantially.

"Interested in more Champions of Noß?" Róstran huffed, carrying some of his collection. "I can teach you the rudimentary rules."

"You can do that while you show us more of your collection," I responded, and his tail wagged with enthusiasm.

"Let's start with the monsters." While Róstran explains about the monsters, he flips through his book. "There are two types of monsters, Primary and Support. Primaries are the most critical because they provide you the most resources to execute your moves, and if you lose all three of them, your opponent wins. That's where the Support comes in. They do the assault on your opponent's primaries while protecting yours. You have to maneuver yours across the field, so they are within range to attack the opposing force's primaries. At an expensive cost to your resources, one of the Primaries can bombard the battlefield. The mains always begin as infants, and you have to evolve them for better stats. You can do that three times each, provided the cards match. Support can evolve none, once, or twice depending on the card."

"What's this spot for?" I noticed a blank space in the middle of one of the pages as Róstran flipped to it. It was the first time that he had a gap in his collection.

Róstran folded his ears at the sight. "It's for Gold-Scaled Emperor Thurixxaan, the final evolution for its infant state, Wyrmling Prince Thurixxaan. I have multiple copies of it, but this spot was special. Before the game's creator died, he worked on a special project for the game's 20th anniversary. He rereleased all the cards from the original launch, and they maintained their earliest image. It was revealed before the release that the creator autographed ten Gold-Scaled Emperor Thurixxaans as an animated holographic before death came and took him before finishing the other half. They're the rarest and most sought-after card in the entire game, and I had it at one point."

"What happened to it?" Lárus inquired.

"Somebody from school destroyed it during a session. Tore it right in front of my face." Even though I was brand new to the card game and not as avid as Róstran was, seeing his solemn expression forced me to unleash a guttural growl and exposed some of my teeth. Lárus did the same. I could reassure Róstran and say he would get another copy, but I knew that the chances were slim to nonexistent. Our adopted brother continued explaining more of the game's basic rules, mainly about how a mechanic called 'mana points' allowed the players to perform all of their moves such as summoning, evolving, attacking, and spells, among others.

While Róstran was explaining the game, the two older step-brothers walked through the front door after working at their job. They weren't hostile towards Lárus and me since we came into their lives, but we weren't close with them either.

The rest of the day went on with nothing notable occurring, except for mom and dad returning late at night. Then, it was back to more tutoring and tests. Time flew by until it was Avrew 5th. The temperature warmed up back to a comfortable level and melted all the snow.

To his promise, Dad allowed Lárus and I to spar after we both received our first eighty percent on a mock exam together. Before we did, he told us to run the entire trail in the backyard to make us tired, so there was less chance of an outburst. It did its job perfectly. There were numerous steep inclines and obstacles on the path. About a quarter of the way on the route, there was a lake that I wanted to stop jogging and cool of in it, but I was sure dad was timing us, so I pressed onward with my brother. By the time we completed the entire track, we were breathing heavily, and our fur was drenched with sweat. My heart was in overdrive, and it wouldn't surprise me if my lungs burst right now. I never downed so much water in my entire life when mom came with it. Once we were rested, Lárus and I had our sparring match, ending in a tie and without any flare-ups.

As much as I wanted to enjoy the Spring air, it was back to the academic gauntlet, learning more equations, history, languages, and others. The formulas and calculations became more accessible to me, but Lárus was barely improving in any subject. I hoped that he would make an honest effort on the day it counted most.

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