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Zeak and Rachel sat in their respective cots looking incredibly disinterested in each other or the rutting sounds of fornication in the cell two doors down from their own. The cell block was comprised entirely of women and so the interactions were needful but biologically unable to sate their participants heat. The two women in this very cell had ran into a similar problem with mildly different results. Zeak could barely look at Rachel, and Rachel squirmed in need of additional privacy for her body had not informed her of whether she had been receptive or if she still required additional tender love and care.

The guards walked up and down the cell blocks tapping their batons against the cages like teenagers at the zoo trying to instigate the wildlife. It was barbaric in Zeak's eyes, but she needed to just keep her head down. The biggest fear Zeak had was being sent to Dr. Olson's clinic. He was the facilities primary care provider and oversaw nearly every one of the fuzzies as they were brought through intake. He was the man who cinched Zeak down to a chair and molested her. So, to keep from being brought there Zeak intended to be as healthy as she could be, and avoiding beatings was a key part of her strategy.

Rachel moaned and squirmed under the flimsy blanket on her cot. She shifted back and forth while keening. The whole situation made Zeak uncomfortable. Having her sister masturbating less than four feet away was bad enough, but the pheromones coming from her kept the hermaphrodite sibling with her mind fixated on the memory from the day prior. It was all so overwhelming, but it was also the most sexually charged experience she'd ever had. That fact alone made her resent her own weakness. Drawn back to their circumstance by a rapid pitch of movement from Rachel who then arched like a bow string under the thin scraggly cover in what must have been a pleasant orgasm. Rachel peeled back the blanket panting from exertion and heat. Their eyes met and the sable furred canine quickly glanced away. "S.. sorry. It's hard to keep my head." She apologized and then looked back "We should... probably talk about the elephant in the room."

Zeak reared back at that and stood. Pacing back and forth with purposeful strides that wen nowhere. Rachel watched, saddened for being ignored. Zeak was dressed in her jumper again, which was baggy and unbecoming to say the least, seeing it made Rachel's face screw up in empathetic disgust, those jumpers were just too hot. "We should just keep our head down and..." Zeak flinched as a loud thump rang against the steel bars just a few blocks down. The sounds of unadulterated passion had turned violently to frustration. This place wasn't going to kill them, they were going to kill each other.

A buzzing alarm sounded for two seconds and their cell block doors clicked open. Several heavily armed guards waved the occupants down towards mess hall. Zeak slipped out of the cell into the hall before looking back at Rachel, but it was obvious she was pulling back into the covers. Not wanting to sit through another length of Rachel's self-pleasure and sibling awkwardness Zeak made her way to mess. Chicken, potatoes, and something that barely passed for gravy was slopped onto her tray minutes later. The facility had been having a few medical problems from this alone. As they didn't seem to care what dietary restrictions the inmates now needed as newly minted anthropomorphic citizens.

Being a canine, or at least... half a canine? The specific for obvious reasons still eluded Zeak, meant she could eat most everything, but proteins from the poultry were fine... bland as it was. She came to sit next to a camel of a man that stood around six five with his moderately long neck. "Hmmm hello there miss. Hope you don't mind a bit of pleasantries." He said before giving a wide thick toothed grin. Zeak had to look so far up while sitting down that the expression seemed almost menacing. "Oh, no not at all. Name's Zeak." She said while she scooted a little farther away from him to better the conversational angle.

"Ah, good. Good. Call me Will. I'm from cell block thirteen in the men's ward. To think I was living life as a data analyst just a short while ago. Now I feel like I'm in a bad prison break porno. Without the prison break part." He seemed a little amused with him self as he said in. Other inmates were watching the interaction at this point and Zeak was feeling more uneasy by the second. "Could I perhaps, bother you for some of your potatoes?" the camel asked with a wry grin.

Zeak felt a flush of incredulity as the request, she looked down and saw Will still had a whole leg of chicken on his plate. It was entirely untouched in fact. That made a lot of sense suddenly. "I guess. Yeah." She portioned off half her potatoes onto the man's plate. Will's thick lips peeled back in a grin as he cuffed her on the back "You're alright. Real friendly of you." He swiped the chicken across onto Zeak's plate and brought his saucer all the way up to lick the plate clean. Zeak turned to work down her own food before anyone else could ask her for another handout.

Will slapped his massive tongue across his lips a few times and looked down at the little canine girl sitting next to him "I don't think I've run into you here before. You must have just gotten in. How were you avoiding the Stray patrols?" he inquired. Zeak looked back with some concern on her face "Stray patrols? I'm not sure what you mean. I've been in for a while now. Just trying to keep... busy." She explained to him. He nodded and sighed "Oh, about a month into the Anthro Terror Attack a federal organization cropped up overnight. Systematically started hunting down everyone they could associate with the locations of the bombings. That's what the new folks are saying at least. I hear there is a lot of commotion out there talking about us. Not much of it is good though."

Zeak's stomach turned. How long had she been in here? A full season now? No surely not that long. Her stomach was churning with unease as she excused herself from the table. Will's face furrowed into a pout as his new friend left without much in the way of pleasantries. A glance out into the main courtyard turned the canine right around. The reason for Will's earlier comment was in full display out where a good portion of male and female inmates comingled. Guards laughed and shook their heads at the spectacle of it. After Zeak's experience the night prior she realized the depth of unrestrained lust their instincts could produce. No one seemed to have the will to deny it, and the humans... just couldn't understand.

With growing stern strides Zeak returned to her cell, where she knew Rachel likely remained. The blonde furred canine girl was pacing naked in the cell now. Looking fearful to chance going out. Zeak stepped in and Rachel nipped down on her hand. "God Rachel, what has gotten into you? Like I kind of get it, but you really can't be walking around naked. Get in your jumper." Zeak instructed, hoping for a bit more of a barrier between herself and her sibling. Rachel was shaking her head though, again and again with an unhinged anxiety in her. "No, no... can't. It's suffocating. I can't." She walked over to her cot and sat down. Their eyes locked as Zeak made her way to her own cot across the cell.

"Okay, then we'll just... chat. Keep yourself distracted a bit." Zeak placated to her sister. She was trying to seem at ease, but just seeing Rachel naked and heat ridden struck a deep chord of guilt. "The world is really falling to pieces it feels like. They are putting together groups to hunt people like us down." Rachel nodded twice and was obviously undressing Zeak with her eyes. "At this point, stranger things have happened." Rachel said with a low husky tone. Her eyes rolled back up to meet Zeaks and she looked bashful again for it.

Zeak swallowed hard, the tension was growing again between them. She really... really couldn't have this. So Zeak pulled her legs up and hugged her own knees. All she could smell was Rachel. She was aroused. Squirming in her own seat as she watched Zeak. There was only a thread of decency hanging between the two of them. "What happened before... we weren't in control. I know you didn't mean it. I... should have pushed you off me." Zeak said with a nod. Her voice barely held conviction though, and she could feel her own arousal building inside the jumper. She blushed as she tried to ignore the sensation of the tip sliding free of her internal sheath. The dampness between her own legs made it difficult to resist making adjustments that would give it away.

Rachel took a deep breath and shivered. Nodding her head as if she agreed, but her hands which had been clutching at her knees began rubbing up and down her thighs. "I... shouldn't have forced myself on you. I didn't mean to... take advantage of you." Rachel said while leaning back. She spread her creamy thighs and exposed her slick pink flesh to Zeak even as she said it. Her hand daring to venture into the forbidden space to tease at her labia. The canine girl breathed in sharply, obviously incredibly sensitive even to the barest of touches.

Zeak blushed profusely at the display and had to turn her head away. "Damn it Rachel... at least do that under the covers." She pleaded. The sound of fingers slipping into wet flesh was too easy to pick up with her canine ears. She couldn't help but glance to see. Zeak felt like she was being drawn into an inevitable crisis with every moment she stayed. Which was when the cell door buzzed and clanked shut. Free roam was up for their block. She'd somehow completely missed the usual commotion from outside. Her own loins ached as she looked back at Rachel. What had happened to that cheerful and energetic sibling she knew? She was still there, but every aspect of her seemed laced with raw sexual need now. Which just made it all worse.

Her jumper was feeling incredibly stuffy, and she had the front unzipped without thinking it through. Zeak's obsidian erection sprang forth at full mast, and the scent of her own wanting sex wafted up between her modest breasts. Rachel's eyes set upon her sister's masculinity with brutal hunger. The keening sound she made was both pathetic and begged for help. "Rachel..." Zeak couldn't find any more words. This all was just too much to process. Rachel stood up and pulled her fingers out from puffy pussy lips. Zeak sat transfixed like a deer in headlights as her little sister approached "I need you. Zeak. I can't stand this feeling anymore."

Rachel reached out and grasped Zeak's black length with her still warm and wet hand slick from her own wanting. The contrast of obsidian black on Zeak's light grey belly fur did well to draw her sister's eye. "If I'm going to do this again. I want to do it right." She said with a certainty all her own. Zeak's protest died in her throat as the soft furred fingers slid up the sensitive length of her and then down to it's base. Zeak let her eyes close as those delicate fingers slid down farther, caressing over the spot where her manhood extended from and curled fingers into those new slick nethers. She gasped as the still slick digits passed easily up inside her body. Heat bloomed in her and radiated up all the way into her ears. "Rachel!" Zeak snapped her eyes open my was met muzzle to muzzle again. The kiss was hot and their long tongues rolled with one another. Zeak's heart was pounding in her chest while two fingers thrust into her.

Zeak grasped at her sister's shoulders and rolled onto her back. A sharp cat call came from across the row when Rachel straddled her older sibling. Zeak writhed when those pleasuring touches stopped. The hand moving to grasp the tip of her tapered length... guiding it to Rachel's own fire. Zeak reached up around Rachel's neck, and drew her muzzle back down again as the slightly bigger woman lowered herself down the poised length. Their pubic mounds met with a lewd wet noise to emphasize their union. The two met gazes and didn't break this time, Rachel starting to gyrate with her sibling hilt deep in her warmth. Zeak shifted and thrust willingly now, thoughts to stop the mating now absent, lost in raw sensation.

Rachel rolled her hips again as she arched back, thrusting her breasts into the air on full display for Zeak. Her bucking was mesmerizing up until her hand reached back and under herself. Fingertips caressed the obsidian black nethers hidden between Zeak's thighs. "Oh, oh god!" was about all Zeak got to mutter before her little sister pushed her ring and middle finger in... clenching her own pussy at the same time. Zeak moaned as louder than she'd ever done at home, and in the semi-public space of their cell. Rachel cooed happily as the base inside her began to rapidly expand. It was difficult to both finger her sibling and ride her, but it seemed the thrusting of fingers did worlds more that just riding the cock.

Zeak felt her tying Rachel again, and the warmth being stoked by those fingers churned up a sense of desperation the once male had never felt before. All she could do was grasp at Rachel's soft sides as her abs contracted rhythmically as she was dragged through a vigorous climax. Thick sprays of virile seed ejaculated into Rachel whom moaned with wanton abandon, obviously self-satisfied by her ability to bring Zeak so forcefully to climax. The tri colored canine below her shuddered and thrust haphazardly a few more times before becoming still.

Rachel curled forward and embraced Zeak with both her arms and the squeeze of her thighs. "Not quite as good as the first time, but you should have seen your face." She goaded the now squirming smaller girl. "That good huh?" she smirked and Zeak covered her face. Rachel rolled her hips to tug on the rather secure knot inside of her, Zeak moaned and pressed her face into the crook of Rachel's neck. "God. Please... don't stop." She keened, somewhat surprising the golden retriever atop her. Zeak rolled her hips and panted. "My cheeks are on fire." She said, but the real discomfort was growing in the core of her. Her eyes opened wide as she knew what this was... she was going into heat.