FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

The once dusty plains laid muddied in the aftermath of three days' worth of rain, the final few droplets yet to fully descend from the steadily clearing skies. It would soon return to its usual blinding radiance, and what water remained upon the earth would return to the atmosphere within a day or two.

Cutting through the many puddles nestled within potholes and ruts, Ceri's car steadily picked up more and more dirt, its sheen long since lost to a cover of mud. She hadn't exactly picked the best of days for a hunt, but she was in the mood for it, and she'd heard stories of her two quarries one too many times not to wish to simply get up and do something. She needed a good deed under her belt. Not for the sake of appearances, but simply to feel better about her impact on the world. She couldn't even call this charity work. It was more of a hobby.

"10 kilometers.", the navigational computer called Eidi spoke up, its voice soft and feminine. Ceri's 'artificial girlfriend' and only companion during most journeys. Smarter than the vast majority of the modern world too, her purpose as a mere road trip advisor a testament to how far it'd all fallen since the war began. Ceri preferred her girlfriends made of flesh and blood, however. That didn't stop some annoying rumours from colouring her as a technosexual, though that mostly seemed to stem from bitter men who couldn't get over her preference for women.

A car such as this was top-of-the-line even in the old days, and right now it was worth a fortune. A fortune that wasn't her own, yet she begrudgingly made use of. As much as she hated her father's line of work, it afforded her the equipment to do what she did. Maybe someday she would forge out on her own, though what else she could do to gain a comparable income with her skillset was beyond her. That hardly mattered this day, however. This was a feel-good field trip where she would clean the world of a stain apparently many others had failed to wipe away, including one or two from her father's company.

"9 kilometers.", Eidi spoke up again.

Ceri sighed. She wasn't in the mood for conversation with an automaton. She wasn't nervous about this or anything, she was simply feeling frustrated that day in particular. Her life was standing in place, with few routes of possible change, and each seemed worse than the last. Sometimes being daughter to the head of a mercenary company seemed more a curse than a blessing. Of course, she could always abandon it, but the perks she'd grown used to were quite beyond reach of most other people on the planet. Typical donkey, too cautious to move in any direction. Perhaps today's hunt would grant her some clarity.

---

At just about a kilometer away, Ceri decided to park her car and continue on foot. She hardly wanted to spook them. In fact, she'd be playing dress-up to make sure they didn't have a chance to gauge how much shit they were in when they saw her from afar.

With a press of her handheld switch, the vehicle clicked shut with a crickety bre-breep. It seemed inconspicuous enough amid the ruins of an old gas station and roadside diner. The cover of dirt blended in well with the surrounding wastes as well, though she still hardly liked to leave it there for long.

She then began to look over herself and her getup. Her padded black body-suit was a work of art - sleek and form-fitting, yet protective and well-suited to any weather extremes. It made her seem a bit more butch than she was in reality, but that was hardly a negative in the wastes. Her one regret was that she had to leave her head bare this time around, though she hardly imagined these particular dregs would pose that much of a problem. She assumed they wouldn't just try and gun her down immediately, though even there her suit would stop anything short of a rifle round. Unless, of course, they lucked out and got her in the head, and she very much doubted her goggles would be sufficient protection then.

For her part, her belts were strapped with all sorts of tricks - a foldable baton, spicy spray, zip-ties, an electric prod, and a gun of her own, loaded with rubber bullets, though with a regular mag at her side just in case. It was overkill for the kinds of degenerates she was hunting, but she liked to feel prepared for anything. Also to toy with her targets.

Over her suited beige fur and wild black mane, she wore a simple brown hooded cloak, something that'd make her seem like a regular to these climates. In addition to that, she'd prepared a backpack to lug around, though there she'd spared herself most of anything resembling actual supplies. It was mostly light stuffing, of cloth and hay, to make it seem like a decent haul. Everything of actual value she kept in the back of her car.

And with that, she was ready for anything. Or so she believed.

---

The weather was getting on her nerves. Hot, humid and only growing sunnier by the second. Even her body suit couldn't spare her the brunt of it, not under this damned cheap cloak and backpack. She was steadily soaking in her own sweat from head to cunt, the stench of it all seeping past the antiperspirant she'd applied that morning.

She'd reached the old town of Hemset an hour ago, and thus far her ventures through these damned ruined streets were proving fruitless. Had she run into a moment they moved base again? The thought irritated her. Perhaps it was time to ditch the disguise and just seek out their hiding hole. She couldn't be sure where that might be, but given the town's size, it'd take no more than two hours to take a closer peek in each building. But first, she needed a rest.

Finding herself a bit of shade by a half-standing wall, she pulled off her pack and sat down next to it. With canteen in hand, she closed her eyes and took a moment to calm down. Being irritated wouldn't help her, neither in her search nor in combat. At best it'd make wailing on these dregs all the more satisfying. Although she very much wanted to bring them in alive. Whichever town got their hands on them, they'd likely be gelded and hanged, perhaps tortured as well, but whatever passed for justice wasn't hers to dispense.

Suddenly she heard something unusual, as though a shift in some stone... then footsteps. Her eyes shot open, scanning for the source of the disturbance, when she realized she saw a shape, moving in between the buildings before her. She hesitated for a moment, considering whether to keep up her veneer of frightened traveller, or to simply call them out in fear of them failing to notice her. Shaking her head, she decided she'd had enough of walking around in this heat. With a hoist of her backpack, she nearly ran after the figure.

"Hey!", Ceri called out, hastily pacing after them.

For a while it seemed as though they hadn't noticed, when suddenly she saw a head peer out from behind a wall. One of the hyenas she was looking for - wearing goggles over his messy hair, a tank top, jeans, and cloth wraps over his hands and forearms. Ferkot Perket, degenerate bandit and rapist.

"Hi there!", Ferkot began in apparent surprise.

Knowing their way of doing things, Ceri wasn't sure whether she believed his tone was genuine. She'd definitely keep an eye out for his sister.

"Looking for something?", Ferkot asked, continuing to act curious.

"Yeah. Way to Dalceth.", Ceri said as she approached. She wasn't yet certain how she wanted to handle it, but she'd definitely prefer that firearms not get involved.

"Think I could help with that... for a price.", Ferkot said, a smile growing upon his features that made Ceri wish to sneer.

"And what price might that be?", Ceri asked, already knowing what he'd be thinking.

"Well, I assume you're not travelling without supplies, and I just so happen to be light on food.", Ferkot said, much to Ceri's surprise.

"What?", she asked. She'd expected a much dirtier offer, going by what she'd heard of him, but she couldn't afford to remain stunned for long.

"Supplies? You know. Food, water, meds?", Ferkot asked, now looking even more confused.

"Fuck it.", Ceri cussed to herself and dropped her pack and cloak.

"Huh?", Ferkot asked as he witnessed her sudden change of style, rapidly nearing in a confrontational manner.

He managed only to reach for his weapons, when she charged in with her baton already unfurled.

SWACK!

"Agh!", Ferkot yelped out in pain, his hand recoiling away from his belt. He was surprised, but it wouldn't last. Ceri couldn't let up.

SWACK!

"Guh!", the hyena gasped out and stumbled away following a smack to his muzzle. His back was turned, presenting ample opportunity for followthrough.

SWUP!

"Ough!!", Ferkot screamed and fell to the muddy ground, clutching his groin in agony. He was all but down for the count now, though Ceri still had to tie him down for certainty. That was when he unexpectedly fought back.

Uncurling from his cowering position, he kicked one of Ceri's legs aside, forcing her into a lowered, wide stance. He then swung willdly with a pipe he'd covertly unholstered from his belt, but Ceri deflected the strike with her forearm, the padding of her suit barely letting her feel the impact. She paid him back with a baton strike to the calf of the leg that'd struck her, though if he felt it, he wasn't letting it show. He, in turn, delivered a boot to the donkey's groin. Though even there she was armoured up in plastic and consequently felt nothing, the impact sent her falling onto her ass.

The hyena scrambled to his feet and lunged right on top of Ceri, seemingly oblivious to the dangers of approaching a donkey from its hind quarters. Ceri immediately awarded his stupidity with a double kick that sent him flying and flipping over her. She would've liked the kick to have mashed his crotch some more, but instead it merely hit his hip and thigh.

"Urrrgh!", Ferkot groaned out, writhing on the floor following the harsh hit.

Feeling confident he wasn't getting up soon, Ceri rose to her hoofs. She would've liked to dust herself off, but most of what clung to her now was an unpleasantly soggy and cold mud. This encounter was becoming somewhat frustrating. She was beginning to consider certain less sporting tools at her disposal. At the very least her opponent was now in much worse a state, and he was about to be in an even worse one.

Walking around the hyena with some caution, she decided to put her hoofs to further use. She started off with a thump to his muzzle, instantly drawing blood from his nose, but more importantly granting access to other targets. Her next hit struck in his solar plexus, robbing him of breath and making him curl up even more. The next and final hit she planted behind his legs, just beneath his rear where she had a chance of nicking some particularly sensitive targets. Judging by his reaction, she'd scored a direct hit, sending him rolling through the mud and onto his stomach, clutching his nethers.

"Stay down.", Ceri said, placing a hoof on his back for emphasis. She would've liked to roll him through some puddles to potentially wash off some of the mud before he went anywhere near her car, but it wouldn't help that much. Not to mention she herself would now be the source of some dirt. In a way, that bit of grime made it feel satisfying. This was dirty work, and having just the right amount of things going unideally made it feel like she'd surmounted an actual challenge. Even though so far this dreg hadn't proved very special.

"Wh- what the hell is wrong with you? Mad cunt.", Ferkot asked in a weak yet still defiant tone. He was going to feign ignorance, apparently.

"I know who you are.", Ceri spoke plainly, still considering how best to secure him without getting into a tussle on the ground. Probably would have to twist his arm back and press on him with her-

"Hey!", she suddenly heard a female voice call out. Ceri turned to find a female hyena, wearing a red headband, black cargo pants and wraps around her tits. No doubt this was the younger sister, Signid. More worryingly, she was presently pointing a revolver in their direction. "Step off, bitch!", she shouted, slowly nearing as she did.

Giving herself no time to think, Ceri ducked down and pulled Ferkot up by the arm.

"Aaa-agh! Fuck!", Ferkot shouted as he suddenly found himself getting hoisted onto his ass, then up to his feet.

Ceri now took cover behind the barely standing male, taking care not to rear her head in case the sister decided to take a chance. She needed a plan of action before Ferkot decided to try and fight back, however.

"Let him go, cunt!", Signid called out, sounding more annoyed than alarmed.

Ceri wasn't about to drop the one thing keeping her alive, however.

"You drop it, cunt!", Ceri called back and drew her gun, immediately placing it up to Ferkot's head. Though her bullets were rubber, they could still very much do some damage, especially up close. And neither of these dregs knew the rounds were soft, though she didn't intend to use them in this fashion. They would've caved his skull in, no doubt.

"Like hell!", Signid shouted, growing pissed. She was visibly attempting to find a decent shot, continuing to take careful aim with her revolver. This was getting troublesome. It made Ceri worry she might actually try taking a shot, and though the brother would likely be the one getting hit, his bulk wouldn't necessarily stop the round from reaching the donkey either. She needed to act.

Ceri rapidly switched targets, taking careful aim at the female hyena, using the brother's shoulder for support. She barely managed to put her finger on the trigger, when suddenly a hand grabbed her wrist. Before she could put two and two together, her world turned brown and cold as a fistful of muddy dirt landed on her face.

"Agh!", Ceri shouted, momentarily blinded despite her goggles. She had no time to wipe away the dirt, as she now had to struggle and brace against the hyena's attempt at flipping her over his shoulder. With a kick to the back of his knee and a punch to his lower back, they both lowered to a kneel, but her arm was still trapped, and the rapidly advancing splashes told all - now she was in deep shit.

"Cunt!", she heard Ferkot shout as he suddenly pushed back, sending both of them hurtling into the mud. He then tried to roll over, no doubt to grant his sister access to the donkey.

"Let him go!", Signid demanded, likely pointing a gun at her, yet reluctant to shoot with the risk involved. Ironically enough, Ceri would've wanted to untangle from the chaotic grapple, but the hyena kept hold of her weapon arm. She needed to improvise.

With her free hand, Ceri delivered a hard clap to Ferkot's throat. Gasping in shock, the hyena finally relented and let go, permitting the donkey just enough leeway to run a sleeve over her face. Still her sight was muddled. 'Fuck it.', she thought to herself and pulled off her goggles.

No longer blind, she now realized her target was nowhere in sight, but rather behind her. A hand suddenly took her by her hair and pulled hard.

"Agh!", Ceri screamed as she felt bits of her mane ripped out of her scalp, all the while she herself got dragged away from her assurance that she wouldn't get shot. She needed to act quickly and decisively.

Using her free hand, she took hold of the wrist dragging her and pulled down herself, using the momentum to curl up and roll backwards, only to then deliver a double kick. Only one of her hoofs made contact, but it was a solid hit.

As soon as the sister let go, before she even hit the ground, Ceri was already scrambling to her feet in almost a flip. Immediately she pointed her pistol towards Signid, only to find her down and out, a large red bruise forming on her right eye where she'd been hit. The donkey was stunned by the sight for but a moment, when she remembered there was one other still in play. As she spun around and took aim, the sight stopped her heart cold.

BRACK! BRACK!

Ceri fumbled and fell back into the mud, gripping her horribly hurting chest and abdomen. She'd just been fucking shot! Spinning around, she dropped onto her side and then her front, curling around the agonizing injury she'd just sustained. Though not bleeding, she'd no doubt cracked a rib and suffered some internal damage. She needed a moment, but she didn't have it. Somewhere during all this, her own gun had left her grip. All she had left were her short-ranged weapons.

"Sigi!", Ferkot called out, his priorities seemingly suddenly shifted from combat. "Sig! Come on!", he urged at his unconscious sister. Ceri herself couldn't exactly vouch for the kind of damage her hoof had done. "Bitch.", he then said, audibly approaching the writhing donkey.

In the commotion, Ceri had discretely pulled out and readied her electric rod. It wasn't a sure shot, but nothing was at this moment. She just needed him to walk up close enough.

"Ought to just leave you here to die.", Ferkot commented, apparently still quite unaware his shots had failed to pierce her suit. He then put a boot over her side and pushed her onto her back. In that instant, Ceri decided to strike.

She stabbed upward half-blindly with her prod, hoping she would prove faster than the hyena's trigger finger.

"Urk!", Ferkot gasped out in surprise as the twin prongs struck him in the taint and balls. He had only a moment to try and realize what'd happened, when Ceri pressed the button on her prod. "Aaagh!", the hyena screamed in shock and stumbled away, losing hold of his weapon as the coordination in his entire body gave in. He dropped to the mud, rolling and stumbling away from the donkey, yet somehow not giving in to the pain. Almost admirable, given how much worse a shock like that hurt compared to a simple strike.

Ceri got up and strode after him, now quite confident he had nothing left to defend himself with. It'd been a close call, but now that his cunt sister was out of the picture, they were back to how they were at the start, with the addition of some significant pain in her torso. Still, the close shave had left her rather rattled, and she very much felt like repaying him for the fear she'd felt. He would feel pain she could only imagine before they were finished.

With one final roll-away, Ferkot stopped escaping, and seemingly gave in to the pain he was feeling. Dumb dreg didn't even suspect how much worse it was about to get.

Finally standing over him, she decided to start off with a simple poke to his side, if only to demonstrate the power of this little contraption. That was when he quite unexpectedly made a move. Shoving the prod aside, he leapt off the ground with a full force right hook. Cussing at how pointlessly futile he was making this, Ceri decided to block the strike and retaliate decisively. That was when her world turned brown once more.

"Ghah!", Ceri bellowed and stumbled away, desperate to wipe the mud from her eyes while fending off whatever came near with her prod. Yet for whatever reason, she seemingly encountered no follow-through. Something was wrong.

BR-CRACK

Ceri's eyes momentarily shot open, the pain of dirt in her eyes a mere nuisance next to what she just felt. She collapsed to her knees, not entirely certain what just happened, only knowing her crotch hurt like never before. One thing was certain - her protection there just snapped in half, the flesh underneath crushed against her pelvis. She dropped to the ground, no longer able to focus on anything other than the pain.

"How's that feel, cunt?", Ferkot asked with audible derision.

She briefly looked up towards him to find he was holding her pistol, while her own prod had tumbled away somewhere. All that was left was her spray, zipties and hands, and none of those seemed a decent match at their present range. She needed to improvise somehow.

"Right... let's end this.", Ceri began, steadily rising to one knee, then onto her legs. "Like men.", she said and assumed a clear fist fighting stance. It was theatrical, but it was her best bet.

BRACK!

"Ungh!", Ceri gasped out and fell back, clutching her solar plexus.

"I'm not a moron.", Ferkot said, still maintaining careful aim with the gun.

'Shit, shit, shit!', Ceri thought to herself. This was really bad. She should've been smarter than to end up like this... no, now was not the time for regret. She needed to think of something, find a fallen gun and dive for it, before-

---

Ferk looked down at the prone donkey with a sense of lasting scorn, the round that'd struck her stupid head still spinning through the air amid the echo of its discharge, before it finally plopped into the mud. Breathing heavily, the pain in his groin still making him want to lay down and die, he fought off the urge to simply walk up and start wailing on the daft cunt, yet the adrenaline coursing through his veins demanded some kind of action. He found himself paralyzed with a sense of foreboding. He needed to check on Sigi, and he was afraid what he might find.

In a daze of steadily resurfacing aches and fatigue, he walked up to his fallen sibling. She looked like hell after only one hit, but what a hit that was. Her right eye was swollen shut, but more importantly, she was breathing, almost as if she was asleep after a bender, slack-jawed and with tongue hanging out. He could only hope she would recover.

He scooped her up under her arms and shoulders, and began to carry her home. The donkey would still be there once he returned, and then, he would have harsh words and more for her.

Walking through the muddy streets, he still felt himself dwelling on what might've been, and it wasn't a pretty thought. That cunt almost got them, and it seemed a combination of luck and arrogance that'd saved them from... he didn't even know what, but he suspected more beatings followed by a short drop and a sudden stop at some town's gallows. Whatever her plans, she wouldn't end up much better on the receiving end of things. His balls ached like hell, and he was going to make sure she felt similar before he was through.

---

Ceri awoke to a feeling of pain in her head and torso. It was cold, uncomfortable and dark, and she was...

'Oh shit!', Ceri thought to herself as her eyes shot open, rapidly scanning the dim surroundings for confirmation. She couldn't move her hands from behind her head, metal shackles and chains keeping her in place. Worse yet, her body suit was gone, and she was left quite naked save for some patches of fur caked in mud. Oh dear god, this was fucked!

Breathing rapidly in rising terror, she began to look for a way out. She pulled against her restraints, hoping something would give in, but it was no use. Climbing to her hoofs and twisting around, she braced with her leg and pulled with her entire body.

"God! Fucking! Damn!", Ceri bellowed out in between strained grunts. Panting and red in the face, she gave up and collapsed to her knees.

This couldn't be it. This couldn't be how her life ended. She would not accept it.

Desperate, she got back up and began to kick the metal rail with her hoof. It hurt, but she kept going. It had to give in.

"Ey, stop that!", she suddenly heard an angry growl from behind. She turned to find Ferkot, the dreg who'd somehow beaten her down and confined her here. He looked like hell, his nose visibly bruised, a limp accompanying his walk. Instinctively she tried to keep her parts from his view, though she knew it to be futile. "Down on the ground, cunt.", he instructed with a wave of what looked like Ceri's pistol. Perhaps just as worryingly, she noticed the electric prod at his belt.

Seeing no alternative and not eager to sample a rubber bullet on her bare skin, she slinked back down to a sidewards sit, still wishing to minimize how much of her privates the hyena got to see.

"Sit straight and spread 'em. You're in no position to be modest.", Ferkot said humourlessly. "Hairy bitch.", he added with some distaste.

"I'd like to negotiate my release.", Ceri said with a sense of foreboding, still maintaining her shameful pose. She wasn't certain what to expect of him, but she had a bit to bargain with.

"Oh, really now?", Ferkot asked, looking ready to strike her for the mere suggestion.

"I'm not some simple bounty hunter. I have money.", Ceri said.

"Figured as much.", Ferkot said, then pulled out the prod. "Don't see such toys a lot.", he said, then gave the button a press, sparking jolts of electricity between the two prongs. "Nor that suit of yours. I also figure you came here with a car.", he then said.

"I have.", Ceri admitted. Though she hated the idea of some common dregs getting their hands on it, it was quite the bargaining chip. One worth more than everything these two owned put together.

"We'll be taking it.", Ferkot announced, pointing towards the donkey with the prod.

"It's yours. If you let me go.", Ceri said.

"Hmpf. Or if I beat it out of you.", Ferkot said.

"I'm not giving it away for nothing.", Ceri said, suddenly dreading he'd try coaxing its location out of her anyway.

"We'll see.", Ferkot said and took a seat by an opposite wall. "I'm not sure what I want to do with you yet.", he said, looking rather thoughtful as he did.

"There's ransom money in it for you.", Ceri assured. In reality, she wasn't sure if her father would accept or care.

"If my sister doesn't wake up, I'm not going to give a shit about money or your car.", Ferkot then said, glaring at Ceri with a mad intensity.

Ceri felt her heart sink in dread. Not only was she in a piss poor position, but her fate was now well out of her hands. She could only hope the sister had a thick enough skull to have survived that.

"In the mean time...", Ferkot then began as he got up to his paws. "How about we find a better use for you?", he asked, only to then drop his muddied pants, revealing a veiny prick and rather large balls. Immediately Ceri recoiled at the sight.

"W-wait!", Ceri pleaded, desperately seeking some argument that'd make him stop. "You don't want to do this! My father-!"

"Mouth or ass?", Ferkot abruptly asked, silencing her protest.

"Wh-wha?", Ceri asked, though she understood him well enough.

"Do you like it better in the mouth or ass?", Ferkot asked again, clearly unenthused himself.

"I... I'm not into men.", Ceri admitted, still hoping it'd at all change his mind.

"Like I care.", Ferkot said in annoyance. "Although I guess that means you've never been broken in down there, eh?", he asked, suddenly looking a bit more interested.

"My father is Antol Rothheid! You don't want to do this!", Ceri now shouted, unwilling to even entertain the idea that he might do something to her.

Ferkot merely rolled his eyes. "Unless your dad is coming in here to offer up his ass in place of yours, I don't care.", he said and walked up even closer, his dick and balls now so close she could smell him.

"You do this and the deal's off! You're not getting the car!", Ceri warned, pressing herself up against the wall in an effort to gain every millimeter of distance between them.

"You'll be begging for any deal after a couple days here.", Ferkot said, now close enough to stand over the donkey. He leaned into the wall, his presence now bearing down on the bound girl. "Now shush. Let's give you your first taste of dick.", he said.

"Um!", Ceri sounded out as the hyena's prick suddenly made contact with her snout. She kept her mouth closed, though she suspected it'd soon be forced open.

"You really want me to do this myself? It'll hurt a lot more.", Ferkot warned.

Ceri hesitated for a while, her options hardly pleasant to even think of. Either she opened her mouth and let his disgusting prick in, or she'd pay for her defiance with bruises, if not lost teeth. Biting was unlikely to help her situation any either.

With breath hastening in panic, she closed her eyes and opened her mouth, bracing herself for the foul taste.

"Good girl.", Ferkot chided and slipped his still flaccid dick into her mouth.

Ceri recoiled at the salty but dull taste immediately. It felt oddly smooth yet clammy, only further rendering the experience disconcerting. But in truth, it smelled much worse than it tasted, and whereas that taste steadily faded, her nose was assailed by a vitriolic musk that made her eyes water.

Her concern only grew as did the member in her mouth, hardening and pulsing in response to her lips and tongue. It seemed freakish the way it grew, to her. Not simply due to the owner of this particular member, but dicks in general. It was an utterly revoltingly alien appendage with a mind of its own to her, and the less she had to see of one up close the better. The twin gonads over her chin weren't helping either. She felt like gagging every time her tongue enveloped the shape of his mushroom-like glans.

"Give it some suction, girl.", Ferkot instructed, sounding almost pleased. The malicious undertone was still very audible, however.

Ceri did as told, wrapping her lips tightly around his shaft while also sucking in the air from her mouth. He managed only two thrusts before something happened that made her eyes shoot open - a sudden splash of salty warm liquid hit her tongue. Unable to bear the sensation, she released the dick from her mouth and wrenched her head aside.

"Pfeh! Pft! Blegh!", Ceri spat, once again almost gagging at the invasive feeling in her mouth.

"Pfeheh.", Ferkot cackled with a satisfied sense of malice. He wanted her to hate it. And she was more than happy to give voice to her disdain. "Let's move on below.", he suddenly announced as he crouched down between her legs.

As much as Ceri hated the idea of having his prick in her mouth again, the prospect of being penetrated for the first time in her life was even more dread inducing. She knew it would hurt. Not to mention the risk of pregnancy and whatever disease a wastrel like him could carry. It churned her stomach to imagine the consequences.

"Ready to become a woman?", Ferkot asked, baring his teeth in a half-grin, half-sneer. Ceri shook her head, but was more busy staring down at the hardened dick hovering and throbbing over her feminine entrance. Dear god, this could not be happening! Yet it was. "This might hurt. I hope it does.", he announced, shortly before he plunged himself in hard.

"Agh-ak!! Khek!", Ceri screamed and sputtered, choking on her own spit as pain and terror gripped her. This was rough. Probably much rougher than normal for this kind of sex. The hyena didn't look particularly thrilled either, clearly doing this more so out of spite than because he wished it himself, his movements so overpronounced he likely got little out of it himself. "Ngh! Mh! Ungh!", Ceri squealed out against herself, primarily out of dismay and pain. The wet schlocks accompanying her violation only further filled her mind with revulsion and hatred for this utter degenerate. But perhaps equal to these feelings came another - humiliation. She now shared in the fate of many a dull-witted girl in the wastes, treated as a hapless fucktoy and incubation chamber for these dregs. Any potential pregnancy would hardly come to fruition with her, she'd make sure of it, but the very act lessened her sense of self.

"Think it's time for a switch.", Ferkot suddenly announced as he pulled out. Ceri looked down upon his reddened dick with a sense of dread. Was he going to now stick it in her mouth again? A wave of nausea washed over her at the thought. But he redirected his dick somewhere else entirely. "Never done this before either, huh?", he asked as his member now prodded between Ceri's buttcheeks.

"Wh- no! Stop!", Ceri demanded, the thought filling her with dread anew.

"Oh, quit whining. It's not that bad.", Ferkot said, already beginning to push into her entrance. Every fibre of her body told her this wasn't something she should be doing. This was not a place to stick it in.

"Ngh! Agh!", Ceri squealed as her rectum was forced open, the vile rod of flesh burrowing its way deep inside her warm depths. It hurt like nothing before. There had been more intense pains in her life, but none quite so disturbing as this.

"Loosen up a little. Would make it easier on both of us.", Ferkot said, looking as though his present efforts caused him some discomfort.

"Mh! S-! Stop!", Ceri pleaded, barely able to hear his 'advice'. "Hnnngh!", she groaned as he pushed himself in, despite the efforts of her sphincter.

"God, it's like fucking a crack in a wall.", Ferkot complained, then abruptly pulled out.

"Ah! Egh... eh...", Ceri panted out weakly, the relief in her rear almost pleasant.

Without saying anything else, Ferkot got up and walked out, taking his pants with him along the way. Ceri looked at him go with utter dread in her heart. She feared when he would return and what he would do next. There seemed very little she could still try to prevent it.

---

'Uuuugh, fug.', Sigi thought to herself, a pain unlike any other radiating over the whole of her face, but mostly her eye. Opening her eyes, she found only one even able to do so, the other blocked off by what she quickly realized were bandages. "Huh?", she asked aloud, finding herself quite confused as to how she'd gotten there. The last thing she remembered was... seeing some bitch beating on Ferk!

She nearly bolted upright, eager to find out what happened, when she realized she was weighed down by someone - Ferk, a large part of his bulk pressed into her side. Unfortunately it was the side she couldn't see with, making it difficult to tell just what he was doing.

"Ferk?", Sigi asked, her arm nudging him into consciousness.

"Mh... uh?", Ferk muttered groggily.

"What happened?", Sigi asked, trying her best to look towards her brother, though she found she couldn't turn very far without her muzzle bumping into his head.

"Agh.", was all Ferk said as he slowly got up. Finally Sigi got to see him.

"Oh dear fuck, you look like shit!", Sigi exclaimed, looking over her tired and bruised looking brother.

"You don't look that great yourself.", Ferk said dismissively.

"Did-... did we win, at least?", Sigi asked, looking around to verify they were indeed still within their house, even if they obviously weren't on the bed.

"Well, duh. We're not dead or tied up.", Ferk said, gesturing around himself. "Got the bitch tied down in the hold.", he said.

"That can wait. You need meds.", Sigi urged and got up, looking around for something to bandage up her brother. The next thing she noticed was that they were both still rather dirty, almost dried mud clinging to their fur and clothes. The floor around them was in no better shape either.

"Already took some painkillers. Oughta take some more.", Ferk said, slowly rising to his feet as well. "Let's get clean before we do anything.", he suggested.

"You read my mind.", Sigi said, continuing to look over her dirty self.

---

Washing themselves down with a bucket of cool water each, Sigi couldn't help but stare at her brother's numerous bruises. He looked even worse without clothes, and moved like it, too.

"You need help?", Sigi asked, her own head bump not really impeding her ability to clean herself.

"N-nah.", Ferk said, even as he flinched while scrubbing down a particularly bruised bit of his body.

"She really beat you up bad.", Sigi noted.

"Yeah, no shit.", Ferk said glumly. "Kept hitting me in the balls. Fuggin' wish that'd stop happening.", he added bitterly.

Sigi smirked, finding it rather funny given her fairly recent contribution. "She some merc?", Sigi asked.

"Obviously. Rich too.", Ferk said.

"What we doing with her?", Sigi asked.

"Don't really care about the money.", Ferk said, sounding disgruntled by even so much as the implication.

"Wasn't thinking that. Just... do we kill her?", Sigi asked, quite content with anything her brother decided at that point.

"Maybe, after a bit of torturin'. Think I've got a better idea, though.", Ferk said, looking dead ahead in thought. He sounded so serious. It made Sigi grin like an idiot with how silly it seemed.

---

Wasting away, the hours slipping by as she sat in her dark cell with only the rumblings of her stomach for company, Ceri had a lot of time to contemplate the errors that'd led her there. The sun was out in full, she could tell through the cracks in the walls of her dingy little chamber, yet still she shivered in the cold, her bare body too food-deprived to generate enough heat in the shade. More and more she learned to accept that she was really at the mercy of this dreg... the dreg who'd already raped her.

Never in her life had she wanted someone so dead. Normally it was just business, disposing of some trash, or just ending a bitter rivalry that'd gotten much too annoying. This was new. No one had ever managed to get under her skin like this, and the thought that she might not get the chance to do anything about it infuriated her more than anything. To even entertain the idea of getting out of this alive and some day gain some vengeance, she would have to compromise and do whatever he asked. She wasn't sure she was ready for it.

Suddenly, she began to hear footsteps, steadily approaching and clearly more than one set. Inside her room came not one but two of them now, the sister looking a fair bit unwell, given her eyepatch, but not as bad as her brother, his torso covered in bandages.

"Hey, bitch!", Signid cheerfully called out as she entered, a canvas bag at her side.

"You got lucky.", Ferkot commented, nodding towards his sister. What made her feel much less fortunate was the electric prod and revolver at his side.

"Decisions, decisions...", Signid trailed off, now digging through her bag. "Ah. This could be fun.", she then said, pulling out what was apparently Ceri's own pistol.

"W-wait!", Ceri stammered as Signid waved the firearm towards her, hoping to at least establish they hadn't swapped out the mag. She thought she saw the dark yellow she'd marked her less than lethal mags with, but she couldn't be sure. It'd still hurt like hell, maybe even do some damage in the wrong place, but it seemed better than just getting shot.

"This wouldn't go through skin, right?", Signid asked, continuing to take aim.

"Not at a distance, but it's still dangerous!", Ceri said, quivering and shielding herself with her bent legs.

"Hm. Wonder if I could get it up her snatch.", Signid said, her aim now particularly low.

"N-no!", Ceri pleaded, trying to hide her groin from the mad hyena.

"I'd leave that for later. Wanna play around with this first.", Ferkot said, the prod now in his hands, flickering loud and bright.

"Hehe, a'ight!", Signid said.

"Keep that away from my chest!", Ceri warned.

"Uh? Don't want to get your tit shocked, eh?", Signid asked.

"Don't want my heart stopped! This could kill me!", Ceri said.

"Oh, really? Bummer.", Signid said, growing a bit more glum.

"I'm still shocking you.", Ferkot announced and approached from the front.

"Wait!", Ceri pleaded, pulling her knees up to potentially try and keep it away from her upper torso.

Ferkot hovered the prod in a circle, seemingly picking out a spot at random, but then squatted down and shoved it between Ceri's legs.

"YAAGH!!! God!", Ceri squealed, writhing against the floor and wall in sheer agony.

"Ahahaha! That was awesome!", Signid laughed.

"Oh god, stop!", Ceri continued to plead.

"Eheheh, one more.", Ferkot said, hovering the prod around some more.

"No!", Ceri shouted, her legs now fighting to keep it away from her groin.

Then suddenly, Ferkot poked her left breast.

"Guh!", Ceri shot up, curling her legs up towards her chest in fright. But the actual electric shock never came. Instead, Ferkot spun the prod down and once again into her crotch, only to then activate it. "AAAGH!!!", she screamed as he delivered a continual jolt of pain down on her cunt. She managed to kick it away, but not before she felt ready to pass out.

"Haaah!", Signid wheezed.

Panting and sweating in pain and terror, Ceri curled up her legs to the side, wishing against all hope that she could make this stop somehow.

"Heh. What next?", Ferkot then asked as he placed the prod back on his belt.

"Hm. Can't really decide.", Signid said, even as she held up Ceri's own baton and spicy spray.

"You know what? Spread 'em.", Ferkot then ordered.

Ceri looked at him with clear reluctance. She wasn't ready to just allow him access to wail on her some more.

"Come on. Gonna be worse for you if you don't.", Ferkot demanded, his boot nudging her knees.

Eyes closed in defeat, Ceri spread her legs and awaited what was to come. She just barely registered the shame of it all anymore, instead merely dreading the pain that'd follow.

"You could do with eating less sweets.", Signid then commented.

"Hehe, yeah. Big butt.", Ferkot added, and gave her rear a nudge. "Weird looking hairy cunt, too.", he threw in.

Ceri blushed and fumed, wishing to block off view of her nude body. They were just saying that to get under her skin, the more rational part of her was quite sure, but she still couldn't help but feel a nagging at the back of her mind, telling her they might be right.

"Well, it's probably gonna look even weirder by the end of it. Try to keep 'em spread.", Ferkot then instructed, right before the tip of his boot made hard contact with her crotch.

"Ngah!", Ceri sputtered out in shock, pained not as much as with the prod, but differently.

Ferkot then brought his boot up and stomped down, only to keep it there, driving it into Ceri's groin. She grimaced, the rough rubber sole of his boot not only flattening her flesh against her pelvis, but also pulling at the folds of her pussy in uncomfortable ways.

"Wow, you really hate her cunt!", Signid commented with cheer.

"Bitch smacked me in the balls like... four times!", Ferkot said. It'd actually been three, but Ceri wasn't about to argue.

"Ahahahaha!", Signid now laughed.

"It's not funny!", Ferkot said with some disgruntlement. "Which reminds me, hand me the baton.", he said.

"Let me have a go.", Signid requested.

"In a minute. Give it here!", Ferkot demanded, his arm stretched out towards his sister.

"Fine.", Signid conceded and threw him the yet folded baton.

Ferkot flicked it open and now began to threateningly run it over Ceri's breasts, leading up to her jaw, all the while his boot continued to press down on her groin.

SWACK!

"Gukh!", Ceri yelped, her eyes briefly shooting open, only to close again. Her right tit was stinging real bad!

SWACK!

Now her left suffered a similar strike, right in the nipple where it was most sensitive. Tears welled in the back of her eyes. More concerning, she then felt the boot rise off her crotch, her wish to cower from the assault coming all too late.

SWUP!

"Oough!!", Ceri squealed, the baton having nicked her right in the clit. No longer able to take it, she pulled up her legs, desperate for a pause in her tortures.

Fortunately for her, Ferkot seemed satisfied enough for now and stepped off. "A'ight, your turn.", he then said towards his sister, just as he began to move across the room.

"Heh. I think I've got just the thing.", Signid said, even as she shook up a spray can.

Ceri wanted to whimper. She'd gotten spicy spray in her eyes on a few occasions, and she really didn't want to now. Her face was just about the last place that wasn't hurting.

"Spread 'em.", Signid commanded, somewhat unexpectedly.

"I'll-... I'll tell you where my car is!", Ceri pleaded.

"Later.", Ferkot said dismissively.

"Go on, spread 'em!", Signid now demanded, her bare paw now kicking at Ceri's legs. "Lil' bitch.", she muttered, even as the donkey girl obeyed. "This'd be a bit easier if I had two working eyes.", she said as she indeed looked down at Ceri a bit off to the side.

Signid then used her fingers to pry Ceri's lips apart and sprayed the spice as far down as it could get, from her clit, over her urethra and up her sex hole. It was cold at first, and though Ceri didn't imagine it'd hurt anywhere near as bad as in the face, she wasn't looking forward to the feeling of chemical burns, temporary or not. Signid then wiped her fingers off against the donkey's tits, leaving streaks of orange there.

"Nice honkers, at least.", Signid commented as she gave them a firm squeeze. She then got up and took a couple steps back. "Now to watch the fireworks.", she said.

As they stood there in wait, Ceri indeed began to feel a burning sensation building up. Mild at first, it steadily became more and more irritating, until it began to feel almost unbearable. Her cunt was on fucking fire!

"Oh gooooood!", Ceri whined, wishing something could ease her pain. Writhing within her restraints, all sense of dignity fell put on the wayside as she did what she could to try and alleviate the burning, legs spread and crotch presented in full in the hopes of at least getting some cooler air over her flesh.

"Pfhehehe!", Signid cackled at the sight.

"Oh hey, you know what? This one's actually a pussy licker.", Ferkot then said towards his sister, as though he'd just remembered something.

"Really? Huh. That could be fun.", Signid thought out aloud.

"Please! Get this off of me!", Ceri shouted, her one wish now just for someone to clean off her pussy.

"Think I've got an idea that'll make us both happy.", Signid decided. Her pants hit the floor soon after, and she approached the still writhing donkey. "How about this - you give me a decent orgasm, and I'll clean you off.", she offered, bringing her cunt up over Ceri's nose without asking.

Ceri hesitated for only a moment, before she pulled herself up and pressed her lips into those of Signid's labia. Desperate for it all to end, she pushed her tongue over the hyena's pussy, lapping from her hole up to her clit.

"Woah. Eager girl!", Signid said with a chuckle as she now held onto the donkey girl's scalp and ears.

Blind to whatever was happening around, Ceri continued to lap and suckle on the hyena's cunt. Though she held nothing but contempt for the sister, at that moment she was her only hope.

Thankfully, Signid appeared to be getting into it, gyrating her hips in rhythm with Ceri's tonguing. Ceri didn't know enough of the hyena to know how to please her right, but so far she appeared to be doing good. She decided to go for the kill, and raised her sights solely towards Signid's nub.

"Mh!", Signid gasped out, the sensations likely bringing her closer and closer towards that high, her juices now seeping down onto the donkey girl's face. "Oh f-fug!", she stammered out, her entire body quaking in response to a tongue more skillful than she was no doubt used to. "Ah!!", she squealed, orgasm rocking her body in uncontrollable spasms that seemed to weaken her knees. Thankfully she didn't collapse onto the donkey girl. "Ah. Fuck. You weren't kidding.", Sigi said as she stumbled a few steps back and sat down, enjoying the afterglow of her climax.

"Yeah, what'd I tell you.", Ferkot said, looking pleased with himself. They were forgetting something, however.

"You promised you'd clean me!", Ceri yelled, neither sibling looking eager to fulfill that promise.

"Oh. Right. Ferk, go grab some water.", Signid requested.

"A'ight.", Ferkot conceded and walked out the door, seemingly in no hurry.

"Fuuuug!", Ceri whined, still sweating and shivering in pain despite having just serviced the hyena girl.

"Ah, quit yer bitchin'!", Signid said, even as she idly continued to fondle herself.

For a while Ceri felt alone with her pain, no one around willing or caring enough to help her.

"Oh fuck.", Signid suddenly uttered, sounding quite distressed. "Oh shiiiit!", she began to whine. Ceri looked up at her to find her now looking quite uncomfortable and gripping her crotch. "Ferk? Ferk!", she called out.

"What?", Ferkot asked, just as he reentered the room with a canteen in hand.

"Give it here! I got some on my cunt!", Signid whined, her hand desperately reaching for the canteen. Apparently she hadn't wiped her fingers quite thoroughly enough before touching herself.

"Pfffffhehehe!", Ferkot cackled, just barely able to hand her the water.

"This isn't funny!", Signid said as she now fumbled with the cork before beginning to pour it over her snatch, fingers working their way in to try and wash away the unpleasant substance.

"Ahahaha!!", Ferkot laughed even harder.

"What about me?!", Ceri finally demanded, presenting her crotch without a semblance of shame.

"You shut the fuck up!", Signid shouted, then abruptly pulled up a pistol and fired right at Ceri.

A silent scream overcame the donkey girl, as she realized she felt a pain in her groin quite unlike any before. It sent her to new heights of agony. No longer able to process much of anything, she curled up her legs and desperately tried to assume a foetal position, though her bindings wouldn't allow it. She felt like she might throw up, even though her stomach was quite empty.

"Pfffhaaa!", Ferkot wheezed into a laugh.

"You be quiet too!", Signid warned, waving the pistol towards him.

"Ahaha, okay! Alright! Don' shoot haha!", Ferkot continued to laugh even as he shielded his groin from his mad sister.

"You clean her off!", Signid decided and threw the canteen at her brother. He failed catch it at first, getting it in the chest, but quickly picked it off the ground.

Still grinning, Ferkot approached the yet stunned donkey girl, pulling her legs apart at the knees. "C'mon. Gotta get that spicy stuff off of you.", he urged.

Ceri stopped resisting, nor doing much of anything. She'd had enough. She would do anything to minimize any further harm to her. This was true defeat, and she felt too tired to fight it.

Her aches were renewed as the hyena began to run his fingers inside of her, though the cool water splashing over her flesh brought some sense of relief.

"Where'd the round go?", Ferkot suddenly asked, looking around the place.

"Look up her snatch.", Signid suggested.

"Naaawh, it couldn't-... oh shit, it did!", Ferkot announced as he looked inside Ceri's depths, prying them apart with his fingers. "Nice shot.", he commented.

"Hell yeah.", Signid said with a fistpump.

Ceri thought she might faint as he dug around her battered insides, when suddenly she heard the round drop out onto the ground.

"There it is!", Ferkot announced with cheer.

"Don't think we're topping that disappearing act.", Signid said, still smiling broadly.

"Well, we could still staple her shut.", Ferkot suggested. Ceri's heart skipped a beat at the mention.

"Nah. Save it for another time.", Signid said.

"A'ight.", Ferkot conceded. "Now, about that car...", he trailed off, looking down at the donkey girl.

Though she was still in agony and terrified, she could not imagine just giving away her car after all they'd done to her. "Piss off.", Ceri scoffed.

"Hey, I could do with a piss right about now.", Ferkot commented, his hand now clasped over his crotch.

Ceri felt herself shiver in disgust at the thought. He wouldn't do this, would he?

"Ahaha, gross! Don't do that here!", Signid laughed out.

Ferkot shrugged. "A'ight. We'll just have to go at it again, I guess.", he decided and pulled out the prod once more. "Now, I don't know about you, donkey bitch, but smacking you around doesn't hurt me. We can do this all day.", he warned, then descended down and forced her legs apart.

"W-wait!", Ceri pleaded, now torn between denying them what they wanted and avoiding further pain.

But Ferkot didn't wait, and instead pressed the prod up to her hole, and he didn't stop. Prying into her folds, he managed to push the rod deeper and deeper up her snatch, the twin prongs painfully poking at her insides. Once more she felt like throwing up, both in pain and in fear of what was about to occur.

"Ack!", Ceri squealed as the device reached new depths, desperate not to suffer the coming shock. "Alright! Alright! The car is yours!", she promised.

"Hm. Are you sure?", Ferkot asked with a teasing smile.

Ceri paused for but a moment in confusion, still terrified out of her wits. "Yes!", she said.

"But we've gotten this far in.", Ferkot said, now grinning. "Can't let you go without a preview of what'll happen if you try and trick us.", he then said.

Before Ceri could say another word, Ferkot gave the activation button a quick little nudge, at which ceri felt her insides light up.

"Ghaugh!", Ceri gave out a malformed scream, barely able to process the influx of pain. She curled up her legs and tried to bury her face in her arms, tears once again welling up against herself. Then, abruptly, Ferkot pulled the prod out, causing even further discomfort, but also a sense of relief.

"Alright, show us that car, then.", Ferkot decided and began to fiddle with her restraints. As much as she would've wanted to, Ceri was too exhausted to try and fight back once her hands were untied. They weren't free for long either.

---

Stood there out in the baking sun, without the smallest bit of clothing to shield her from the elements and her hands cuffed behind her back, Ceri awaited and watched as the two rummaged around in her car. She considered whether to run, but their journey there had already left her barely able to stand. Hungry and exhausted, she was little more than an accessory to the hyenas.

"What's this?", she heard Signid ask from within the car.

"I dunno. Press it or something.", Ferkot said.

"Wooouh! It lit up!", Signid said in wonder.

"State your destination.", Eidi spoke up, making both of them visibly jump.

"WHAAA!!", Signid screamed in terror.

"Calm down! It's just a 'puter!", Ferkot said.

"I-I know! Just startled me, is all.", Signid said, her voice quivering in annoyance. "Never actually seen one up close. Cool.", she said with mouth agape, her nose almost pressed up against the screen.

"New driver recognized. Identify yourself.", Eidi said.

"I'm Ferk. And this is Sigi.", Ferkot said.

"Accepted.", Eidi said. Ceri now almost regretted not locking her computer from other drivers. They'd no doubt force her into relinquishing control, though they may've not figured it out by themselves.

"Uh. So what's it do?", Signid asked.

"I am able to plan navigational routes and take control of steering.", Eidi explained. "Among other things I can also keep track of your calendar dates, contacts, maintenance schedules, vehicle status-"

"Alright, alright. Geez.", Ferkot muttered. "Show a map of the area.", he then ordered.

"Wow. Didn't know you knew how to operate these.", Signid said.

"Overheard some mercs talk that way to theirs. 'Cept those were handhelds.", Ferkot explained.

"Cool to see it all like this.", Signid noted. "How'd it get pictures like this?", she then asked.

"Satellites, probably. Them things floating in space from long ago.", Ferkot said.

"Eh? They're real?", Signid asked in disbelief.

Ferkot said nothing for a while, apparently somewhat disappointed his sister thought otherwise. "Right, let's get the bitch in here.", he then said and scooted outside the car, finally bringing his attention back to Ceri.

Ceri just stood there in wait, eyes down to the floor, wishing she was elsewhere.

"Why the long face, donk?", Ferkot asked, then casually grabbed her between the legs. She flinched, both out of the sense of violation, but also the ache now enveloping her snatch. He then gave her right tit a couple fondles.

"Will you let me go now?", Ceri asked weakly.

"Nah.", Ferkot said, then unleashed her and took her by the elbow.

"Will you kill me?", Ceri then asked.

"Nah.", Ferkot said with an inappropriate grin, then put her in the back seat of the car. "We're getting you cleaned up first, then taking a ride.", he announced.

---

"I dunno, she looks pretty banged up.", the duster-clad coyote noted, his eyes hidden beneath his cap as he looked over Ceri's body.

"Aw, come on. It's nothing permanent. Just give her a couple days in the pen and she'll heal right up.", Ferkot claimed.

"Why don't you keep her in yours, then?", the coyote asked.

"We're kinda pissed with her. She's only getting more banged up staying with us.", Ferkot said.

"Pfeh. I get it.", the coyote said with a chuckle. "Still, not sure about her.", he then said, pulling her up by the jaw with his hand. He was missing most of his left middle finger. "Looks like she'd take a lot of training. And what's with the muzzle?", he then asked, referring to the device they'd gagged her with.

"She likes to talk a lot of shit, claim she's some bigshot merc's daughter.", Signid said.

Oh, how Ceri wanted to confirm those words. She could only look with desperation at the coyote, in the hopes that he might realize they were the ones who were full of shit.

"Heh. Get that a lot.", the coyote said. "Where she's going, won't matter if she's Ceserin Rothheid herself.", he added, his smile growing into a grin.

At that point, Ceri's heart sank, her eyes widened in terror. Did he know whom she was and still didn't care? No, he couldn't have. A trader like this wouldn't turn down the chance to get more money for his troubles. But that hardly mattered now. If nobody believed her, then she was meat like any other unfortunate slave girl in this world. She couldn't end up like this.

"So what about price? She's not bad looking without the bruises.", Ferkot said.

"I suppose she looks like she could be a decent whore. Bit weird cunt on her, though I take it that's a result of the beating, eh?", the coyote asked.

"Oh yeah. Totally.", Signid assured.

Despite the direness of her situation, Ceri still grew red in the face at the mention.

---

"A'ight, come on in!", Ferk called out.

Sigi entered the little room her brother had organized, still uncertain what the big 'surprise' was. She would've preferred to go back to smoking and keeping the pain in her eye socket down.

At the moment, however, before her she witnessed a rather large tub of water, its edges looking as though made of some metal or plastic. "What's this?", she asked. As much as a bigger rain collector was neat, it wasn't much of a surprise.

"A bath! It's warm and all.", Ferk said.

"Uh? Woah.", Sigi said as she confirmed it with her hand. It was indeed rather warm. Maybe a bit too much, but that could be fixed with a little wait.

"Come on, let's get in.", Ferk urged and began to pull off his clothes.

"A'ight!", Sigi said, though in reality she would've preferred to take it alone. Even if it was rare as all heck, she didn't like sharing waters. Steadily she got herself bare, leaving only the bandage upon her eye, then slowly climbed on in. "Ack, hot!", she whined just as she tried to lower her butt. She could not bring herself to sink her snatch in this just yet.

"Just take it slow.", Ferk said, even as he himself stepped in. "Ah! You weren't kidding.", he uttered tentatively, even as he dunked his own parts within the hot waters. "Ooough.", he continued to whine.

Then Sigi sank herself in, the feeling of getting dunked in heat not particularly pleasant, but tolerable, and soon turning quite pleasant. "This isn't so bad, actually.", she commented.

"Agh. You're not bruised all over.", Ferk said, squinting his eyes in discomfort.

"Not sure if getting in hot water the day after is good for that.", Sigi suggested.

"Nah! It's supposed to help!", Ferk insisted, even as he continued to wriggle in unease.

"So when you decided to do this?", Sigi asked.

"Was actually wanting to do this yesterday, when that bitch bushwhacked me.", Ferk said, clearly displeased to remember the bitch in question. "Wasn't even interested in stopping her or anything.", he added.

"Wow. What a cunt.", Sigi commented.

"At least now she can be a cunt all she wants. One getting plowed by dicks all day.", Ferk said with a shrug.

"Hehehe.", Sigi chuckled. "Nice of you to organize this and all.", she commented. It almost seemed too nice, as though he had some hidden agenda.

"Yeah, just thought we could go for something special after the days of rain.", Ferk said as he brought his arms up out of the water and onto the pool's edge. "It's actually starting to ache less, I think.", he noted.

"Either way, thanks.", Sigi said, giving her brother the nicest smile she could manage.

"Aheh. Sure thing.", Ferk said, returning her smile with a more nervous one.

Sigi sighed to herself and closed her eyes, enjoying the nice and hot bath. This was a rare treat, given how much water it took up to dunk them. Pretty much something they'd only get to do after a couple days of rain. She'd enjoy it until it grew cold.

"Hey, Sigi?", Ferk suddenly spoke up.

"Wuh?", Sigi asked.

"How about a wrestle?", Ferk suggested and got up to his paws, water streaming off of his fur.

"Wha-? In the water?", Sigi began, then looked up at Ferk... then down, something having caught her eye. "Woah.", she said.

"What?", Ferk asked.

"Your balls look like they're about to fall off, ehehe!", Sigi exclaimed with a giggle.

"Huh?", Ferk asked, then looked down at himself. "Oh yeah. They get like that when it's hot, you know.", he said with a shrug, clearly not seeing the humour in his sister's observation.

"Oh, never seen 'em like that, though.", Sigi commented.

"Alright, alright.", Ferk said with a shrug and sat back down. "And they're a bit swollen since yesterday.", he added unhappily.

"Not sure wrestling would be the best idea right now.", Sigi said.

"What? Were you planning on going for the balls?", Ferk asked with a suspicious tilt of his brow.

"No, dummy, you're all beat up!", Sigi said with some concern. He really did look like shit.

"Oh. Right.", Ferk said, looking as though he wanted to swat himself on the forehead.

"This is pretty nice, though.", Sigi said, dipping herself up to her neck. "And we did get a good haul out of it.", she noted.

"You didn't get your nuts beat to get it.", Ferk said glumly.

"Eheheheh! Nope!", Sigi confirmed with more giggles. "We've got a car now, though. You should be happy.", she said.

"Yeah, that is a nice improvement after you crashed the last one.", Ferk noted teasingly.

"Oh, come on! You'll never stop reminding me, will you?", Sigi asked in exasperation.

"Nope!", Ferk said, grinning toothily.

"Well, no worries about this one, I'm not touching it.", Sigi said with a roll of her eyes.

"Not until I teach you to drive, at least.", Ferk said.

"You'd do that?", Sigi asked, suddenly quite hopeful.

"Of course.", Ferk said with a nod.

"Heck yeah!", Sigi jumped up with joy, spilling more water, then dove in and hugged her brother close.

"Woah! Ow! Watch it! Haha!", Ferk shouted amid pained laughter.

"Sorry! Eheheh!", Sigi said, then moved off to the side, her arm still wrapped around Ferk's shoulder and leaning into his chest. Only then did she realize how close they'd just gotten despite their lack of clothes. Hugging was fine and all, but they never did it naked. Yet it seemed oddly fine now, and not tense at all. Perhaps the excuse made it not weird. Or she just really liked to be near him more than she thought.

Then she noticed Ferk was sporting a boner. Suddenly it was a bit weird. Though only a little. The idea that he might have the hots for her was kind of concerning, but then she couldn't say she didn't get her share of dirty thoughts about him as well. She decided to ignore it for now, and just enjoy their bath. If he wouldn't say anything, then neither would she.