One Face Too Many: Chapter 1; Enter into sin
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DISCLAIMER: Although this story contains sexual acts between an adult and a child, I do not condone such acts in real life. In stories, artwork, or roleplay they are intended only as a sick fantasy. Anyone who would do such in real life should seek professional help and is subject to various federal and international laws regarding child molestation and statutory rape.
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The Maker of all had a specific plan in mind when he granted all of his creatures two eyes, two ears, two of each limb; yet, the most sinful parts of his creations come in ones; one mouth with which to lie, one penis or vagina with which to fornicate, one mind to plot, one heart to betray, one tailhole to be sodomized with its one tail ready to be raised. Yet, although these parts are left single due to their potentially sinful nature - they too have their own pairs; two mouths to sing a duet of praise and devotion, a man and a woman to celebrate the Maker's gift of passion, two minds to be enlightened, two hearts to join as one; two private and dirty places to be protected from the sodomites by their lovers' bonds - in pairs the sinful nature of these parts is nullified. Any creature who would be born with any of these sinful pieces in pairs, or who would pair their pieces with another of the same sex would surely be an abomination before the Maker, and to all of his other creations.
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On a chilly spring evening in the house of Nora and James Sova, the miracle of birth was witnessed only by a new father who cared for his dear wife during the painful ordeal. The couple had previously chosen two names for the child-to-be, Vanessa, or Thomas depending upon the baby's gender. Although this new father should have been overjoyed to learn that his wife had bore him a son, as soon as he saw the child he was filled with fear and a rage that consumed him. Without ever seeing her son, Nora felt the cold bite of steel in her shoulder as James' eyes locked with hers. Nora cried out in agony as her lover repeatedly thrust the prize of his collection of knives through her chest. The newborn kitten was deformed, and in James' eyes it must have been her fault; her sins must have been an affront to The Maker himself for her to have bore such a creature. Only as he watched the sparkle fade from her eyes and felt her last breath brush against his chin, did he realize that his own seed must be tainted to produce such a creature. As his tears left trails in the fur of his cheeks, he pulled the blade free from the body of his wife, and in one swift motion turned it and buried it within his own chest, leaving the fruit of their sins to live or die of its own accord. When the doctor arrived a few hours later, obviously much too late to assist in the birthing process, or to save either of the young couple, he found the child and although its deformities were severe, he took pity upon him. After wrapping the feline in a blanket, he carried him away from the home he would never call home, and the bodies of the parents he would never know. Off into the darkness the large silver wolf went with the blanket-wrapped child toward a life of secrecy and sin.
Save his deformity, the newborn feline was a healthy child weighing in at nearly seven pounds, and possessing a strong heartbeat. With his crying he obviously had a strong pair of lungs as well, or perhaps two pairs. Much was unknown about such a deformity, and the doctor, Andrew Wells, decided he would be the one to discover all there was to know about this child, or maybe it wasn't one child, but two. All he knew as of yet was that this infant had diprosopus, a condition that causes two faces on one head. He believed that the two faces shared a brain, and the rest of their vital organs, but that each had their own unique airways that likely joined further down the neck or even in the upper chest. He also believed that they had separate throats connecting somewhere before the stomach. The child had one other deformation as well, one that intrigued the doctor even more; diphallia, a condition that causes the boy to have two penises, though strangely enough they both come from the same sheath. He would have had no idea at all if they hadn't shown themselves when he was bathing the poor child. He would give the child a few days before the real tests would begin, he thought, but for now - he must have a blood sample to analyze. With that he carefully inserted a needle into the child's arm, and though the young kitten screamed in dual voices from each face, he withdrew the plunger and took a single syringe's fill of blood.
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A few days passed and Andrew quickly jots notes down in his journal as he continues to get readings from the blood sample. Thomas, the infant, has finally stopped crying all the time, his little lungs likely tired out from his relentless assault on the wolf's ears. It seemed the child's organs were functioning as they should be for his stage of development; fascinating! The wolf looked at the child sleeping peacefully in his basket and decided it was time to look for more. He mixed a dye in with the infant's formula and woke him to feed him. Andrew had developed his own method for feeding the child, always feeding half of the bottle to each hungry muzzle, ensuring that if they were indeed separate down within that round belly, that neither would go hungry. Once his kitten had finished drinking up all of the dyed formula, the doctor waited, wanting it to pass through the infant's system entirely before he had a look. Andrew's anticipation was astounding as time seemed to pass far too slowly. After an hour that felt like a week he decided it was time to occupy his mind again. He took the infant from his lab and settled into his favorite reclining chair in the living room of his estate. He took his remote from the oak side table and hit the red button, causing the wall to open and his seventy-two inch flat-screen television to glide forward, carried by a robotic arm. Another button pressed and life flowed into the television, bringing light and sound into the room.
Three hours and two diaper changes later, Andrew reached for the remote and dismissed the television - he had waited long enough. Lifting himself and the infant from the reclining chair he took him back into the lab and lay him on a metal table with a sheet over it so as not to chill the poor boy. He then moved behind a screen and a large x-ray camera hovered over the boy. It would click and then move only to click again; every few moments Andrew would come and put the boy into another position to give him shots from different angles. When he had taken nearly two dozen pictures, he returned the cub to his blanket-filled basket and began working to decipher the films. His hypothesis had been correct, they shared all organs in just the way he had envisioned them. He found it interesting that each face had its own unique voice-box, explaining the dual-toned screaming. He could not yet decipher if they shared a consciousness, but with the child's cranial capacity, it seemed that they would share a single brain. He would have to wait until the child was older to know if this was a case of oddly conjoined twins or not.
Although Andrew's mind was filled with questions and ideas for further tests he could run to get the most accurate account of just what Thomas was, he decided it would be best for the child if he put these notions to rest for the night. While stretching his arms above his head he glanced over to the clock on his laboratory wall; he needed to get some rest. He carried the child in his basket to his bedroom where he placed the child upon his bed. The young doctor turned away from the child's double gaze, almost as if he were ashamed, to remove his white lab coat, black shirt, and coat. He chuckled to himself as he realized he was being shy around an infant that had no clue what he was doing and pushed his tight black briefs down and over his legs. His white and silver fur glistened in the dim light of his bedroom as he made his way to the bed, covered in red wine colored sheets. He had decided the best way for them to sleep was in his own bed, together; Thomas of course stayed in his blanketed baby's basket. Andrew chuckled as he reached over to scritch at the young cub's stomach lightly - the sound of the dual purrs comforted him.
As Thomas cooed and purred an all too familiar feeling began to stir in Andrew's sheath. He groaned out softly as the cub continued to purr at his gentle scratching; meanwhile, the doctor's other paw had drifted down his chest to the swelling sheath. He softly stroked himself as his paw slid up the child's stomach, past his chest and to the left muzzle; Thomas eagerly began to suckle on the softly furred finger of the wolf eliciting a warm growl as the wolf stroked the pink but darkening shaft as it emerged from his sheath. He felt the infant's eager tongue swirling around the tip of his finger as it tried desperately to get a meal out of him. The wolf could stand it no longer as he pulled his finger free and pulled the infant from his basket. His drooling shaft gently pressed to the lips of Thomas's left head, and entered into sick bliss. Andrew's hands continue to stroke his length as the tip emerges to the back of the cub's throat and over the cub's stomach, encouraging him to continue. The toothless cub suckled eagerly as the wolf began to gently rock against him, his growls and groans of pleasure growing as he urged the cub to continue doing that which a cub should never be urged to do. The wolf's cock throbbed in the hungry child's maw, leaking an almost steady stream of his sweet pre for the child to swallow down. The cub surely didn't know what he was doing, but he was doing it rather well as his little tongue slurped up along the underside of the wolf's shaft. Andrew gasped as his knot started to swell; his hand immediately was placed behind the knot to keep the pressure up. He continued to take sick pleasure from the hungry cub until, with a howl, he began to spurt ropes of thick white seed into the cub's maw - Thomas eagerly swallowed every drop of the bittersweet liquid as it poured into his mouth straight from the wolf's shaft. As Andrew howled out his bliss and continued to release his seed straight into the cub's throat, his gentle grip on the cub tightened and his claws lightly scratched at Thomas's skin. A few strained pants left the wolf as he released the cub and withdrew his still throbbing shaft, the last of his seed had been swallowed by the now purring cub. Andrew chuckled nervously to himself thinking of what he had done; he vowed to himself never to let himself do such a despicable act to the kitten again. He placed Thomas back into his basket and closed his eyes as he slid under the sheets and his head settled into his pillow. The dreams that followed would not make keeping his promise easy.