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Stanley rubbed his temples, and peeled out of his blue and yellow metallic jumpsuit. The goat gave a long-awaited and heavy sigh as the humid air of the locker room met his sweaty, wiry, curly hair beneath. It had been a long day, to say the least, what with a team of burglars coordinating jobs in the hopes of overwhelming the Marshals' cadre of superpowered crimefighters, and then a genuine five-alarm-fire, all-hands-on-deck alien Invasion from the Protonefarious dimension. He was looking to just taking a shower, putting on some workout clothes and going home so he could see his pet iguana and his wife before making sweet love to-

'you're lying'

His brother. In his head. I am not. I fully intend to-

You're too tired for sex tonight. And so am I. The candle illuminates everything but itself. The locker behind him clapped shut. The black buck on the other side of the row of lockers thudded his forehead, and the bases of his upward curving needle-sharp tipped horns against it, feeling the coolness of the slate gray painted steel door blessedly seep away the heat from his head through his short, military-cut headfur.

Jerk. We're off duty. Respect our boundaries. Stanley threw up a token mental defense against his twin brother. The two psychic metafurs were always strong when working against, with, or perceiving, the other. They'd shared a crib in their cramped family home of their youth, and before that, a womb, and before that, a single cell. Stanley was white, Lenny was black. Other than that, they shared the same powers, facial features, ribs in their horns, height, weight, and general outlooks on life. Stan had married a svelte well-trimmed sheep who worked as a nurse and kept house, and Lenny had married a... svelte, well-trimmed sheep who worked as a nurse and kept house. They hadn't planned it that way. Marriage was one way they'd tried to be different, but failed.

"Well, say hello to Denise for me." Stanley slid the metallic blue suit down further, the otherwise form-fitting sheer body-stocking coming away in angular sections, betraying the canny body-armor plates woven into the skintight suit.

"Yeah. Same to Trish." His brother called out.

"Sorry guys. Neither of you is going home just yet." From the doorway to the locker room stood the hulking figure of Blackdragon, the obsidian scaled drake giving them both wan looks down the line of lockers while he waved a tablet in his hand. "Spectroscopy says he's ready to try out for active duty, and his mentor isn't demurring. I personally think it's early, but if Gold Tarantula thinks the whelp is ready to go toe to toe with Red Menace... their asses on the line, not mine." The dragon twirled the rubber-tipped stylus in his clawed hand and tapped the screen.

"Give him a workout. Nothing flashy. But go deep into his thought processes, get him talking. He got his powers from an accident at Blackheart labs, and you know how shady they are. We don't want a mole in our midst, and it's the kind of thing they'd do." The dragon adjusted his eyeglasses before stepping back to the doorway. "We don't want another clone-sleeper affair like last year."

Stanley rocked his head to the side, while Lenny did the same, though neither goat could see the other. "A mole?" They both asked, and each realized the other had asked the same thing.

"If you think-" Lenny began, "That he's a mole, how-" Stanley continued, "Did he get this far into training?" The twins shared the sentence back and forth like passing a tennis ball. They knew it irritated Blackdragon, but they were both irritated they couldn't go home yet, and didn't care.

The dragon pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head. "Conventional psych eval doesn't turn up anything. It's just a hunch there's something up about him. It's just a gut feeling I have about him... and there's been more subtle tells than that in the past that have turned out to be correct. He's in the training hall. And watch your eyes. He shoots these flashes to disorient opponents when he fights." Blackdragon gave them a jabbing upward nod and stepped back, continuing along the hallway. He tossed the pad of the aspiring hero onto the bench nearest Lenny, who gave it an evil look, as it represented him not getting a shower and dinner soon. Neither goat went to even pick it up.

Both goats gave a belabored sigh and shouldered back into their tight superhero garb again, clapping their blue and yellow domino masks back over their heads. Stanley was blue and yellow, Lenny was yellow and blue. It sort of telegraphed both that they had powers, but also that they worked together, but that was a conceit shared by nearly anyone with metafur powers. Someone who wore red and had flames on their arms? They probably had fire powers. Someone with an identical suit to an identical species? They probably had complementary or identical powers.

"Drudgery jobs." Stanley gave a groan. He was sore, but it was his own fault for underestimating the bank robber and getting himself a kick to the leg. "We seem to be getting a lot of these 'final training exercises." Stanley and Lenny both gave a verbal, audible groan as their yellow and blue body armor suits slid back up as they lifted them. Their suits had cooled from their body heat just enough to feel gross, odiferous, and sweaty as they pulled them back on. Further, each felt the other pulling their bodysuit on, multiplying the sticky, unwashed feeling by double.

"And crowd control."

"We're good at crowd control. Nudge the crowd. Adjust their attitude. It's not glamorous work but it saves lives. Getting the bad guy is only half the job." Stanley ambled out of the locker row the same time that Lenny did. Both felt uncomfortable in their suits, now perfectly aware of how much of a funk of sweat they'd built up during the day, running around, fighting criminals in the sun.

"Well, let's just do this." Lenny gave a growl, and scratched the corner of his mouth. He didn't need to say what he was thinking. Stanley already knew it, because they were always inside each other's heads.

Fail the newbie. Blackdragon didn't think he was ready. Send him back to learn under his mentor. Besides, Blackdragon had a hunch. That was enough to take a risk, or act on, wasn't it? And Denise and Trish were waiting at home. The two goats had more of a swagger in their step as they walked down the hall, thinking of their respective wives, sheer costume doing little to conceal the gentle swell of their loins at the thought of getting some time with the missus.

The interior halls of the Marshal Tower were clean and angular to a fault, the metallic walls and flooring full of unforgivingly few places to hide, and even more reflections, all to make it harder for anyone attempting to sneak around, even when using metafur abilities. It was late, but not necessarily inactive; the night patrols had already gone out to patrol the city, the administrative folks had gone home for the day, and so all was quiet.

They ambled along to the gym, passing the rec room, and looking longingly at the elevator that would take them down to the parking garage so they could head home, but had to pass that up for the matte black and yellow caution-striped border of the training gym. The interior was modeled after a traditional gym, but subtly altered so that it could suffer the wear and tear of the colossal forces that came to bear within. The self-repairing combat dummies, laser traps, stun grids, and other challenges designed to test and push to the limit the heroes that sought to hone their physical skills were all set into recessed panels. The whole of the gym had a faux wood panel floor around the central padded and steel core area to give it a more modest initial appearance, but the psychic goats had a feeling that it was probably more to do with how the wood would grow back on its own fairly quickly, like an advanced form of self-healing concrete.

Inside an otter lazily swung from ring to ring on an irregular set of fixed rings and bars, half designed as an obstacle course, half designed for a gymnastic workout. The otter turned on one hand and rotated to the side, shunting him out through one of the larger rings and out over into clear space above the wood floor, rudder tail lifting like a mouse trap snapping to pitch his legs down at the last second to land on a foot and knee.

"Spectroscopy!" The otter lifted his thumb and jabbed his chest. "I hear you're my Final Exam before I'm cleared to go out!" The otter eagerly bounced on the balls of his feet and wagged his shoulders back and forth like a boxer, though without raising his arms. The otter was clad in a one piece sleeveless outfit like the goats, that faded from blue at the bottom, to green in the center, and red at the top. It was sort of an eyesore as the colors clashed with one another. "I'm just so excited to-"

"Yes! It's an amazing day for you. Don't want to graduate with the other three heroes you came in with?" Lenny had heard at least some of the cafeteria talk about the new recruits. Two were transfers from a Hong Kong based superhero team and didn't need much training, so it was a double shock when it wasn't them seeking to buck the schedule and just get admitted.

"NAH!" Spectroscopy gave a devilish grin and jerked his head to the side. The otter gave a leap to the side, swooping down and punching upwards into the air in victory, his short cut frosted tipped hair sticking out above his wrap-around goggles. "They're trained, but I gots the skills to get ahead! I've been out on my own, and I tell ya, I had second thoughts about joining up, ya know? So big, this place. Here I figured I'd just be another number. Assigned to a patrol, given marching orders, the whole threat of being labeled a vigilante and put in jail if I didn't join, but..." He gave a long sniff and turned on one foot again, arms sweeping wide.

Both the goats leaned back in sync as the otter was very clearly not aware of his personal space and twirled a bit too close to the goat brothers. Lenny shot a look at Stanley. Stanley shot a look at Lenny.

"This place is AMAZING though! Check it, thirty floors, someplace to put bad guys when you catch them, food whenever you want it, an awesome gym to train in," The otter took a knee and raised his hands like a gun, keening a sound and firing a narrow beam of rapidly color-cycling light across the gym to score a line across the wall in a giant check mark. So the kid had energy projection powers.

"Did you just actually say 'pew pew pew?'" Lenny leaned in, bar pupils narrowed in response to the bright light.

"Oh! Yah! Kinda my thing! Light doesn't make noise, or sound, so you gotta, ya know, make your own so that people know when you're shooting. Hey, you know there's no air in space? So not even a gun would make a sound? That's WILD!" The otter flashed his white teeth brilliantly in a grin and bounced around back on his heels before pushing himself forwards.

"How old are you?" Stanley started.

"And how long have you been heroing on your own?" Lenny further asked, both trying to avoid looking disapproving and concerned. Their questions though, did that for them, but the otter seemed unfazed by the increasingly askance tone of questioning.

"Twenty one! Been fighting the good fight since I was sixteen! Maybe fifteen! Figured I could do more helping people in the world than stuck in school. Who the heck cares that there were two Neopolitan wars in France anyway?" Spectroscopy slid to a stop and thrust his chest out, both bare brown paws jammed into his hips. "So we gonna do this? Fighting test? Written test? Ppppllllleeeease tell me I can punch my way through this test."

Lenny kept his eyes on Spectroscopy, smile bright, and thought at his brother. 'I hate this whelp. He'll get himself killed, I don't care if he says he's been heroing for five years. He'll get eaten alive by real villains. Or worse." Both goats felt the hair go up on the back of their necks. Megalopolis had been going through quite a few changes in recent years, and loosing to a villain usually meant a sexual assault of some kind instead of a deathtrap. They actually missed deathtraps, but had managed to avoid getting raped so far.

"Well then-" Stanley started, the white goat in blue circling left.

"Punching it is-" Lenny continued, stepping to the other side.

Spectroscopy ducked at an imagined swing that never came and then slid around so he was facing perpendicular to the line through him the goats formed, trying to watch the two with his peripheral vision. "Aww man! Two against one? That's hardly fair, dudes." The otter's eyes, all but hidden from view by the dark wraparound goggles, darted left and right to watch them for tells.

"Yes, but you know it's not fair when you're out facing a real villain," Stanley ducked to jab, but Lenny was the one that actually swung carooming in with a punch to Spectroscopy's side. The blow landed, as the otter turned towards Stanley in response to the feint. The otter grunted, and then rolled with the punch, jumping right at Stanley and headbutting him in the chest while a flash of brilliant green light seared Lenny's pupils as the otter attacked and evaded at the same time.

Stanley's thick arms wrapped around Spectroscopy, adding a blue band around his green midsection, and heeled him around in a circle to throw the otter back at his twin. Blue connected with yellow, and Lenny had the otter's upper body while Stanley's grip slid down to the kid's feet. Neither of them had super strength, and apparently neither did the would-be hero, but together they lobbed the otter over ten feet in the air in a graceful arc.

Spectroscopy landed on the floor and slid back on the polished wood, toe claws skittering across the deep gloss finished pine. "Woah! You're not pulling punches!" The otter said with genuine surprise, and rocked his head to the side. The smile still beamed from his face, but it was clear the kid was calculating that the goats were not behaving like he was expecting them to.

"We're the final exam, remember? There's no warmup out there, so we didn't give you a warm up in here. No mulligans. No do-overs." Lenny growled with his best impression of Inquisitor, the most dour and sanctimonious prick in the ranks of the Marshals.

"We're still failing this guy, right? I want to get home. I can feel Trish has her all-spice meatloaf almost ready, and she has Denise over and they're doing scrapbooking till we get home." Lenny cracked his knuckles, and stalked left around towards the otter's flank.

"Yeah. I don't care if the punk's ready or not. He's a twit that needs more self control. I hate to say it, but we're doing him a favor. This attitude would get him killed, or raped, or kidnapped. " Stanley circled to the right again, forming up in their same battle position as before.

"Hah. Did you catch the pirouette and how he's half a dipthong away from lisping? Maybe he'd like to get it in the ass from a villain." Lenny gave an inward chortle, and the only tell was an outward smirk.

"Ya'll are both suddenly... really quiet." The otter glared at them both and then seemed to make a mental decision. Turning tail, he bolted like he'd been shot from a crossbow back towards the rings and gymnastic setup.

Caught in their snide conversation, Lenny and Stanley dashed along afterwards, the smaller, more lithe otter more fleet of foot and able to make it up into the rings first. "Hah! I'd say 'catch me if you can', but I think I just realized you didn't read anything about me so.... Flashy flashy!" The otter grinned widely, almost meanly, upper lip curling in a snarl. He grabbed an exercise ring with both hands and bared down, leaning forward, and hammering out with a dizzying array of strobing light.

Stanely closed his eyes in time, except that both the goats shared a sensory link. It allowed both of them to see the world through each other's eyes and had trained so long and hard in using it, that each could operate completely naturally even with their eyes closed, so long as their twin could see them.

So both of them got hit with the paralytically crippling blast as they both charged at the otter. Stanley and Lenny both hit the wooden floor, comically sliding over a foot on their stomachs as if they'd had every nerve in their body go dead. Normally, mind over matter could keep them going through the strongest pain, ignoring gunshots, fatigue, or dehydration and hunger, but this affected them like magic.

"Yup. Ya'll did the whole T L D R thing, eh? S'okay though. I hate reading too." Spectroscopy was just in their sight line, having twisted his way forwards to sit on a meter-wide ring as if it were a tire swing. He kicked his legs back and forth idly. "I expected more from the final exam." The otter reached up to ruffle a hand through his hair and set his jaw with determination.

"Right then!" He hopped down, again using his tail to flip himself around as easily as if he was swimming through water. The fit otter rolled on the landing and came to his knees between the two fallen goats. "Now. I win. So... I get to fuck you two, right?"

"What... the hell?" Lenny and Stanley both thought at each other at the same time.

The two goats had dropped and tumbled like rag dolls before they'd even reached the gymnastics equipment, Lenny's head canted over and his thick goat's horn resting on the cushioned mat. Their mother had always said that they had a bit of sheep ancestry in them, what with their shorter beards and distinctly more ram-like horns instead of the swooping curve of a goat's horns. Stanley fared worse, having tumbled forwards and rolled to his side, his arm awkwardly canted and bent over behind himself with his other beneath him. Still, both were fully conscious and the slight padding of the gym floor beneath them before meant neither were any worse for wear. They'd just been running and both were fit and durable enough as metafurs to have even suffered a bruise for falling even while running at full tilt.

"I mean, you two are down for the count, right? In like... two seconds of fight? And you're seasoned heroes? I expected more. I mean, there's two of you, and only one of me. Strength in numbers, right? Hey, I saw those videos on YouHub already, with Dominatrixa had Flenser, Nor, Doctor Nefariax, and Agent Justice all brainwashed and serving as her personal harem dudes? I mean, sex on the job is just part of the lay of the land right? I won't say that was a big reason I signed up, but it sure was the tipping factor. Have someone got my six so I don't end up all naked and enslaved by some girl or guy?" The otter gave a grunt of effort as he rolled the two goats over onto their backs, and did a fireman's carry to get both of them over to the padded mat beneath the high-jump fifteen feet away. The big blue cushion beneath the fifty foot tall height bar gave a soft exhalation of air as the fit goats landed on it, one after the other.

"Failed. And we add a note he's untrustworthy and amoral. Unbecoming of a hero. Wash him out." Lenny and Stanley thought to each other, sharing the same brainwave. Neither wanted to have him on the roster standing beside them if lives were on the line of this was the kid's moral outlook.

Lenny looked to his left and Stanely to his right as they lay prone and straight on the ground, unable to move, their nervous systems paralyzed with the invasive, crippling light from the aspiring "hero". They could still breathe, blood pounded in their ears in anger as they stared up at the otter, seeing him stand between them and look down at them with his shit-eating grin. From beneath him, they could see Spectroscopy working his jaw as if he was almost chewing a piece of imaginary gum, but probably was more of a tick as he mulled over his options. Paws on his waist, the brown otter looked back and forth between them.

"So. Seriously, you... didn't read anything?" He asked, his eyebrows raised. Lenny noticed that the kid had a pierced eyebrow, a small stud that shimmered with rainbow colors like it was made of bismuth. Stanley spotted the earring on the other side of his head. Neither were impressed by the frosted tips on the heavily-gelled and spiked headfur on the otter's head.

"We know you didn't get to read our file before we tested you, and thought it a more realistic approach to test y-" Stanley found himself saying, sounding thick and slow in his timbre, surprised both because he had forgotten he'd been paralyzed, and because he had been able to say it. He clenched his fist as hard as he could, and found his fingers compressing slightly on the mat next to him.

"That's bullshit dude." Spectroscopy waved his hand from the wrist, flipping it back and forth, almost effeminately.

It was bullshit, both goats knew, but what else could they say?

"You just don't care. You already decided before you came in here. I could see it already, even before you got close enough." The otter stopped, sniffed and looked off into the distance. He gave a nod to himself as he made a decision, setting his jaw. The two goats beneath him knew such an expression well, where someone had been chewing over a decision and then finally, after deliberation, was resolved on a course of action, even if it wasn't the correct one.

"Let us go, or you'll never be a Marshal." Lenny threw down the ultimatum, the black and white goats said in agreement from their position of weakness and defeat.

"You guys are lucky I'm a trainee instead of some sort of supervillain." Spectroscopy settled down between them, crossing his legs, Indian style, his long thick otter tail curling around his legs clockwise as he settled into place upon the cushion. Both goats could feel his warmth, his body against their waists as he came to rest between them.

"You probably thought my name is Spectroscopy because I do stuff with light, right?" He looked back and forth between them, grinning, brows raised, expectant, hopeful. "Right?"

"Yeth." Lenny slurred out, his own paralysis weakening by the second.

"Yeah! See!" He clapped their thighs with his flat, webbed brown paws. "That's exactly why I took the name instead of 'Electromagnetic Effect Boy' or some ridiculous bullshit of a name. I don't even shoot light rays or lasers, that's all just some LEDs in my bracelets." He held up his arms, showing that his standard communicator bands were fitted with a series of colored diodes around the front, back and circumference. "I sense and modify EM fields and waves in... well, to be honest, really weird ways." The otter lifted his short fingers above them like a puppeteer on an invisible puppet, before lowering his hands down to rest on the goat's thighs again.

"Sensing." He gave them both a look, smirking.

"Uh oh." Lenny caught on, thinking at his brother through their telepathy.

"Uh oh is right." Spectroscopy said back, his voice having cooled by twenty degrees in the second after the goats had their revelatory moment. The merriment and cavalier attitude had sublimated in the barest few seconds. What came next sounded like a professor speaking through the mouth of a college dropout.

"I'm particularly sensitive to psychic energies, and strong in manipulating them as well. I bet you two were chosen to test me because my power is Super Effective against and with you guys." Spectroscopy rubbed his paws up and down, climbing up to roll and caress over Lenny and Stanley's abs, feeling every rise and fall of armored muscle under their blue spandex. "I could make you guys so much more powerful, extending your powers by double... triple? I'm like nitrous oxide to a psychic's abilities. Or sugar in their gas tank, depending on how I tune my effect. If we'd done each other right, you'd walk out of here probably hoping that I'd get placed on patrols and superheroics with you two, becuase I'd make you guys look awesome.

"But what did I get?" His lip jutted from his chin, pouting like a child as his fingers explored the two goat's chests. "Two guys, and not one shit to give between you. Denise and Trish are going to have to wait quite a while. You two are gonna get to get your rocks off tonight, just not how you think." The cocky otter slid his open palms down, gliding further and further down their bellies until the smooth palms of his hands rode up over their groins. Both goats as one opened their mouths and gave a low, groaning exhale as the most offensive, pleasurable sensation swelled up within their goathoods and flowed down into their loins, radiating out with sauna-like heat through the rest of their bodies.

"Yeah. I know their names. I can hear the both of you through your psychic link. Your psychic waves are on the EM level that I can experience, but it took me a few minutes to dial in to it once you were in the room. Eh. Call me Spec, by the way. We're going to get REAL familiar with each other." The otter, again with a spreme level of cockiness tilted his head to the side and closed his fingers gently over the fold in the uniforms. The bulge. The curve. "Already took your removeable underarmor pieces off, I see. No codpieces protecting your goatitudes?" He gave a gnash of his teeth in amusement and delight as both hands closed around the thick, tumescent lengths held flat against their stomachs. Spec lifted them up and away, stretching the spandex-weave polycarbonate uniforms until his claw tips of thumb and middle finger almost touched each other with just two thin layers of fabric between them as he held their cocks in skin-tight, stretched fabric.

"Aaaaagghn." Lenny groaned, his mouth lolling open. He felt paralyzed, his brother's psychic link feeding him so much physical static he couldn't even move his own body. The momentary paralysis of the flash had worn off, but churning down the link between them was so much kinesthetic garbage their bodies couldn't put two signals together enough to speak, let alone stand. The only sensation cutting through was the flowing, surging, undulating current as an annoying twink of an upstart gave them a double handjob.

He was glad his wife couldn't see him. Stanley could feel his head throbbing as sensory and nervous system overload washed through him. He couldn't think straight, and he could feel drool coming out of the corner of his mouth as he twitched and ground against the air while lying on his back. He could think fine, but movement was impossible! This fucking kid! He was going to tear his fur off follicle by God damn follicle when-

"Wow, both of you swearing up a storm in there." Spec leaned over as he commented idly. "Lenny wants to shave me and toss me to the curb in handcuffs, and Stanley is thinking about using his powers to slowly pull every strand of fur out of my body one by one."

Stanley heard Lenny grunt in agreement. "Oop. Yup. Lenny likes that idea better. Howwwww abouuuuut...." Both rams clapped their arms down, flat on the training mat, their fingers digging into the surface as memories swelled up from the back of their minds to the fore.

"This is something I do for interrogations. It's inductive spectroscopy, in that I'm projecting a psychic waveform that your minds are going to match. I traditionally use it to make people fight worse, or do a bit of 'Jedi mind trick', but for you two, you're going to remember and experience-" his words faded into the distance as both the goats saw and felt exactly what he was bringing to the surface in their minds.

"Oh, dear!" Trish. Denise. Both goats saw their own spouses, both with their hands... no. Pussies. Both felt their ewes up on their spand... their naked goat cocks, wetly, sensually, sliding up and down as the ewes rode their husbands cowboy style. Stanley and Lenny were shoulder to shoulder on the bed, still experiencing what the other was feeling as their wives rode them. The two saw different bedrooms in their mind's eye, each decorated differently than their own homes. Their own houses. Their own wives. But... at the same time, they felt and saw the other.

Spectrosopy stared down at the two goats in amazement. He opened his mouth and then lifted his head, turning away and muttering to himself, 'No, Spec, don't kink-shame. But holy fuck, guys," He looked back down at the two insensate furs hallucinating on the mats on either side of him. The black and white goats thrust up into the air in rhythm. Linked. Imagining the same moment, but from different sides of the proverbial fence. "You perverted kids had your wives ride you cowgirl at the -same time-, and shared the experience through your links? You.. that is... I can't decide whether to be impressed or disgusted!"

The flamboyant otter stood up and stripped himself out of his superhero costume. Inch after inch of shiny spandex peeled off the otter's smooth, rather twinkish body. His shoulders were broad, rounded and muscled from all the time he spent working out. The goats before him used their psychic powers in a blending of the mental and physical, able to use their psychic abilities to elevate themselves to metafur strength and agility, but most of their psychic training and strength came from their link with one another. He himself was just a low level metafur for physical abilities, and had was was generally considered a meta-metafur power. He was a bit of a weird swiss-army knife of abilities. He'd never stand in front of a hulking alien monster and punch it into submission, or sneak into a villain's lair with speed or stealth to get evidence of wrongdoing. No, he was always someone who would get paired with a frontliner-hero. Superhero saves the world, with special appearance by Spectroscopy. The two goats on the floor in front of him... THEY were heroes. And assholes. Well, not assholes, but entitled and tired and horny and... a lot of things.

He watched the two goats on their backs, thrusting up into the air. The otter sank back down on his knees between them, watching through their unprotected psychic link as they bedded their wives in their memory. The goats acted it all out in front of him, their eyes fixed on the ceiling above as they watched their wives enjoy getting it so well from them. "Wow. You.. you shared it all. You were literally making love to your brother's wife at the same time as your own. You felt it both. You two are just... this is crazy!" The otter exclaimed. "And.. wow, to be able to share something that entirely, is just..." the thought formed in his mind. Here, sitting in the harsh gym lighting of the cavernous interior space of the illustrious Marshal tower downtown, he came up with a plan. Well... the throbbing curve of his own maleness that steamed and dipped with every pulse in his arteries came up with a plan.

His paws were the tight, wet, frictionless mons of Lenny and Stanley's wives. He could even feel an echo of the psychic link they felt with their wives as the two sheep got psychically 'read' by their husbands so they could be in such sync with them. Marriage. Love. Togetherness. Trish and Denise both shared a bond with Lenny and Stanley... not the other brother, just their own husbands, but it made the married couples absolutely in lock step with each other in bed. That was a completely unintentional side effect of the bond they had as spouses. Miles away, any of the four could feel if any of the others were in danger, such was the strength of the links between them. But in bed, that link was a secret perk that made their lives all the more interesting, and better. Usually, it was porn stories where people would magically cum together, and in real life that sort of thing rarely if ever happened. But for these two, it was an almost daily occurrence, getting to cum at the same time as your partner, let alone covertly, without your spouse even knowing... "You guys don't tell your wives what you're doing, you lay down the foreplay and get sex going, and orchestrate it so you two cum at the SAME time into your wives, an experience that you BOTH feel like it was yourself doing-" He shook his head as he stroked their cocks, the two goats in his grip unable to respond.

"I don't know if that's super-gay, amazing, skeezy, or... holy shit you guys." He looked down at the two goats.

"hhrragggagrrrrr!" Lenny gutturally retorted in protest as he weakly lifted his forearm from the mat, trembling as he reached up towards the otter, only to flop back down in paralysis. His eyes were wide, wild, but unfocused as dead spots flowed up and down his nervous system every time he tried to move.

"Being a meta-psychic without other psychics around is totes-boring, my dudes." Spec rolled his head to the left, his eyes glittering with the same cold but lustrous intensity as his eyebrow piercing just above with the harsh gym lighting. "I was really looking forward to working with you guys. Part of the big reason I joined up. Actual, reliable psychics to boost and really show how powerful I am." He leaned his head back and gave a long exhale. "Well, I guess that really isn't happening now. I've shown you how strong I am, particularly with, as well as against you two, and I don't see you guys ever coming out of this without some sort of ... grudge? More than a grudge." His smooth paws slid up and down Lenny and Stanley's shafts, their uniforms pulled down, their hard, pink, firm goat manhoods up and twitching in the air for the otter to do with as he pleased. And he did, sliding his thumbs down under the glans, deep, dense otter fur a soft, undulating brush up and down their shafts that put their teeth on edge with how wrong and good it felt at the same time.

Stanley stared with half-sightless eyes at the otter. The idiot didn't even know the word 'vendetta' apparently.

"Vendetta!" Freedom from the stomach-churning homosexual handjob was a brief reiprieve as Spec lifted his paws and clapped his hands together. "Nice! Learn a new word every day, right?" The otter turned his gaze on Stanley and winked. The otter was inside his head, having been welcomed in through the unprotected link of his twin brother's constant and unceasing psychic link. Their minds were an open door, if you just knew where the door was.

"Okay. What we're going to do may be a bit freaky-deaky, but let's try it for a month, see how things go, and maybe we'll put everything back in place if you like it." Spec said, almost to himself. "I don't think we will, but the future is unknown, right? So! First things first.'' The otter stood up, his nude body a rich dark brown chocolate, a stark contrast to the white and black of Lenny and Stanley. Their spandex and armored uniforms covered most of themselves but...

The feeling of having your body hijacked was unsettling, but not so much when your professional life was spent using someone else's skills and coordination to enhance your own. It felt like Stanely was physically guiding Lenny to stand and slide out of his uniform, and Stanley felt the same as he stood up easily and reached up to his neck, disengaging the magnetic tag and separating the sheer, skin tight suit from his torso. They peeled out of their suits, revealing more and more their hard-won physiques, cut muscles and wiry, corded strength as the deuteragonists disrobed for the second time today. Their fur was damp in the well-circulated but perfectly room temperature air of the gym.

"Shit, dudes." Spec breathed, looking back and forth between the two glistening-furred bodies of his would-be test proctors. The otter guided them down to their knees, his hands upon their shoulders.

Eyes wide, Stanley and Lenny looked at each other. They could see the other thinking, the darting of the eyes, the minute facial expressions flitting across the register of their faces as they knelt. Outwardly they were placid, their steps almost sultry and overly smooth to watch. Spec. Both of them were moving like Spectroscopy as he guided their bodies to kneel before each other. With a soft exhalation of breath at the same time, they knelt with legs spread until they came to rest on their knees. The tips of their cocks touched.

"Lenny is shouting at you, Stanley. He's trying to see if he can fight through and have you hear him." Spec said to Lenny, the black goat's eyes darting to the right. "But you're just reflecting on how this is weird that things are turning sexual. That you two were taking off your clothes and talking about going home and sex, and now you're taking off your clothes and this, ahem... 'motherfucking pervert shit-brained otter' is going to be sexually harrasing you." Spec gave a secret smile.

"You know, in a way, it was both of you that... what's the line from that really old movie? 'Choose the form of your destroyer' or something? The fact that you both rode each other's bodies to have sex with the other's wives is what really put into my head the idea of how to handle you two." Brown paws reached up, sliding along their horns.

Stanley and Lenny leaned their heads forwards, towards each other. Things were starting to feel... wronger and wronger. Spectroscopy's words started taking on a distinct two-tone to it, that the experienced psychics knew was about an open mind link being faster than words. They were hearing Spec in their head now, his mouth forming the words fractionally, but noticeably, after their minds could hear his intentions. They would share thoughts like this quite commonly, but hearing someone else's voice in their heads was even more off putting than for the average person. 'I am communicating to you psychically!' was something they said to lots of people in danger when they needed to guide them out of burning buildings or away from superhero fight dangers. Almost uniformly everyone responded with some degree of panic, affront, and then a growing sense of how cool it was to think with someone else using their own thoughts. Humorously, the tail end of that thought was whether their mind was being read and whether Lenny or Stanely were reading about their deepest, darkest secret, which they then presented to the psychics on a silver platter. Exigency meant they usually mentally yelled at the person to stop wasting time and head to the fire escape or they'd burn to death, and the fact they stole ten thousand dollars a decade ago didn't matter at the moment.

But now. They heard someone else's voice in their head for the first time. They felt the press of someone else's psychic powers flowing up through their minds, enveloping their own thoughts like a blanket.

"Denise." Spectroscopy whispered in their heads. "Trish." The black and white goats stared into each other's eyes, lifting their hands at Spectroscopy's guidance. Their fingers interlaced. Their hips lifted, gliding the undersides of their cocks against each other in perfect mirror image of black and white identical goats. Spectroscopy knelt between them. To an outsider, it looked like a seance between the three furs kneeling on the wrestling mat. Or...

"Your marriage." Spectroscopy's words slid through their minds. "You love them. Care for them. You're so horny for them. They're the objects of your desire. Your marriages are strong. Solid. Devoted. Almost as devoted as you are to each other." Spectroscopy's tone of thoughts changed, his paws now flat, stretched out and holding the tops of their heads.

"The feeling as you slide into them. As the object of your lust returns your affections. But not just them, your brother. So many times your brother is inside you at the very moment. Sharing your body. Sharing your cock. Sharing your thoughts." Spectroscopy's whispered thoughts appeared and floated through two increasingly empty minds.

"Get out off-" Lenny grunted, his resistance rising.

"Your minds." Spectroscopy whispered to the black and white goats together.

"Our minds." Stanley and Lenny breathed out.

"That's better." All three said together as Lenny and Stanley slipped into their new roles. Both goats could still feel their own feelings, their subconscious surging strong, but inside their own minds, they felt Spectroscopy slide into their ... the best term was 'internal monologue'. The otter breathed out, the goats breathed in. Spectroscopy's cock twitched, the goats leaked precum at the same time as the otter.

"We're so close. It's more than being married." Lenny and Stanley said to each other. Their thoughts were the voice of the otter inside their heads, but from out of their mouths came their own deeper words, lacking any of the flamboyant or lilting tone of the otter. Both goats experienced the same sensation of absence and discomfort as they became aware they weren't wearing the eyebrow piercing or earring they got for themselves after they sucked their first cock at nineteen, and their foster brother took them out to treat them. They were so in l-

Stanley and Lenny shook back at the intrusion, fighting back to retain their sense of self. When they felt their brother overlapping their senses and perceptions, it was a seamless transition, given their identical nature, their black and white fur being the only difference between the two. Their physique was the same from training. Their horns. Their thick, long rudder tail that. Dammit.

Lenny squeezed Stanley's hands more tightly, and felt the grip clench in response. They stared into each other's eyes with frustration. Solidarity. Their twin was always there for them.

"Always there for me." They thought together. Denise and Trish were slowly dimming as people not just a part of their lives, but existing at all. Spec slowly caressed their heads as they stared at each other, their love, affection, association focused on their spouses dimming while all those pathways and links were flowing, like a river slowly bending along its path, in a new direction.

The erosion was slow, over several minutes. Spectroscopy talked to them. "You guys are amazing together. So close. You're inside each other. Sharing your skills. Your bodies. Flowing between the two of you. You're even together when you have sex. You always have been. The longst sexual partner you've ever had has been yourselves."

The goats looked at eachother with newer eyes, their lilting voices in their minds agreeing that was true. When Stanley would cum, Lenny would cum. Or was it Lenny would cum and Stanley would cum? It didn't matter who they were bedding, they always shared their selves when they had sex.

And they always would. "When you're turned on, you're always inside one another. You're always with your brother. You're always feeling how hard each other's shafts are. You're always feeling the tight, twitch of your tailhole." Spectroscopy whispered. "It feels great every time, that's why you keep doing it."

"Yes." Lenny breathed out, his white mouth curling into a smile. "I love being inside my brother. I love feeling his nipples tighten when we rock back and forth having sex." Dimming into a fragment of a memory was just who they had been having sex with, increasingly a genderless, androgenous misty idea of a person as the focus turned inward.

"I love my brother." Stanley leaned forwards. "Sex with him is the best." The connection between sharing and experiencing started to blur as Spectroscopy drew the connection more tightly, twisting it, shaping it using fragments of their spousal relationship to forge new connections. Denise and Trish were fading, only existing as one person now, either Trish or Denise and neither could tell the difference. Their spouse was a formless, shapeless and undefined person in their minds now as Spectroscopy guided their minds to a new reality.

"It is the best." They whispered together, "You're the best." They spoke as one. They could go get their eyebrows pierced again later, and then it would feel right again. They reached down, holding each other's hand and between them their cocks as they slowly took their precum-slick shafts and stroked each other up and down.

"By the psychic power vested in me, I declare you two one." Spectroscopy smiled, almost maliciously as the two goats gave a groan, a shudder, a tremble, and agreed.

Gone was any other relationship, any desire to lay with anyone other than each other, particularly a female. They were never interested in anyone else, and any other fur had been a passing fancy. Their new world left no room for flings with anyone else.

Leaning forward, Lenny and Stanley embraced one another, hand clapping behind their backs as they met in a kiss. They could finally toss aside any preconceptions of what they'd been doing and finally make love together.

"I love you." They whispered to each other between kisses, black and white lips parting as they shared breath, shared minds, shared arousal.

"You two are so hot." The otter said for himself as he flopped back on the mat, his cock upraised and his mouth slack. He pressed a hand to his head, briefly overcome with fatigue. "Inductive Spectroscopy really takes a fuck ton out of me." He waved a hand at the two of them. "Super useful for combining talents, but this is the first time I've ever used it to, yah know, 'reorient' two straig-" The otter cut off as he realized his mistake. He'd let his control slip. The goats were free.

"More than that." Stanley and Lenny said together. They said it in tandem. No echo. No pause or interruption between the simultaneous statement. "We always made a habit of sharing our skills, our thoughts, our abilities and psychically boosting each other's physical... physical." The goat clutched his head again and leaned over as they felt Spectroscopy attempt to take control again. They smiled.

"There's no more link between us now, Spectroscopy. It's just me now." Stanley and Lenny turned upon the otter, coming to their hands and knees. "The door is shut now, unless we choose to reopen it." the goat groaned as he stroked his two shafts. He gave a lopsided smile as he fell upon the prone otter. He was so horny. Spectroscopy had been inside him, shaping him, turning him inward with the goal of humiliating the goats.

"I can see how you were thinking. You wanted to have sex with us, and were toying with our consciousness. Well... it worked. I don't want to kick you out of the Marshalls anymore. I. Want. You." The goat grunted as he grabbed Spectroscopy, sliding in behind him, he half-spooned with the panting otter. He also gave a groan as he slid himself forward, a hard pink cock dragging on the ground as his black hands encircled the goats waist and he leaned forwards, his lips kissing the tip of that cock.

"I've never given a blowjob before." the goat whispered in Spec's ear, while he slid his muzzle down over the head of that cock. "While you were turning me on to the idea of self-love, in the back of your mind you were sharing your deepest desires. It's always the second, deeper thoughts people can't help themselves from thinking. The second guesses. Well, a trained psychic pays attention, and you, dear otter, are not a trained psychic." The goat turned Spec's head into a deep, penetrating, wet, sweaty kiss as he drove himself further down on that cock. It felt right. There was so much that was Spectroscopy inside them now, he was satisfied with how he felt the otter respond.

A groan. A lift of the hips. A tightening of the arms as Spectroscopy briefly resisted the hold and blowjob of the goat.

"I want to fuck you so bad. We only make love to each other, but now it feels... it feels like.. almost like it would be masturbation. And sex is SO much better." the white goat whispered to him as the black one bobbed up and down on his shaft, slow. Languid. Taking his time.

And then...

The tremble of that tongue as it flitted back and forth under Spectroscopy's shaft. The caress of fingers beneath his ballsack. "I'm gonna swallow your cum. It's going to be a part of me by the end of the day. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Knowing I ate your cum, and in some... small way... part of you became part of me. My muscles. My strength." Spectroscopy groaned, turning to look at the goat with a sharp, disbelieving look.

"You can't know." He whispered.

"Stupid trainee. Of course I know." The goat answered, sliding up and popping off the otter's thick cock, stroking it with one paw while kissing the otter. He grabbed the back of Spectroscopy's head and pulled it back, muzzle to the sky so he could french his psychic interoper deep with a tongue strong enough to rip grass from the ground. Spectroscopy flailed, his mental imbalance keeping him from grabbing hold of the goats... no... goat. There was only one goat, but he had two bodies. The idea shocked him, made his blood run cold at the thought of what he had inadvertently done. But all the concern was sucked out of him through the sliding, wet, slicked pumping of his cock and the questing, seeking, curling intrusion in his mouth that took hold of his own tongue.

The goat peered at Spectroscopy, staring at him from either side of his erect shaft. "You were in my head, telling me what to think. You WERE my thinking. Your fetishes... are now MY fetishes." Spectroscopy gave a tremble and arch as the two wet fingers slid up against his tailhole and plunged straight in, curling to rock up against his prostate with no foreplay at all. The otter was frozen as the goat supported his back from below, holding him in that deep, mind warping kiss, white muzzle sealing his mouth from doing anything but returning passion. And then the snap of the mousetrap came as the goat fell upon his erection again, black muzzle sealing around the base of his shaft with a technique Spectroscopy himself perfected on his boyfriend two years ago, before they broke up.

Spectroscopy flailed, his arms beating down against the mat in a parody of a wrestler tapping out. He couldn't hit the goats. He just-

"Goat." The forceable voice in his own head peeled his mind open like a can coming open. There was only one goat.

"That's right. Only one goat. We're magnets that got too close together. Two pools of mercury that got slid apart for thirty years and are finally together. There's no differentiation now." The goat clearly hadn't settled on a new name yet. Using the two prior names for itself seemed ill-fitting, or wrong.

"Two can play at this. You're going to be our trainee now. Blackdragon kept you from us for a reason, but I think you're going to be serving under us pretty regularly now." The senior hero said as he came up for air. Spectroscopy flopped into the supportive arms of the goat and blinked rapidly, jamming one elbow into the mat to come up and look at the two of them, back and forth. He stared back at Spectroscopy from two sets of eyes.

"You ready?" The white one asked as they remained still. The two bodies of the goat looked the same, but Spectroscopy saw them now as a cobra, ready to strike. Ready to coil around him. He knew he was about to be something to the goat that was more than prey, but less than a lover. It was going to be somewhere in between. Between the two goa-

"Uh oh." Spectroscopy gave a gulp. He was able to half-finish the thought of recognition as he realized that the goats were thinking what he had been thinking for them to be thinking about what he would be thinking. He was about to be set upon by two goats that knew everything he wanted out of sex but had been to afraid to ask for, or the situation wasn't right. And top of the list was one thing.

"That's right. It's that." The goat stood up, his white ass shaking as he strutted back to the locker room. He helped Spectroscopy to his feet, black hand in brown, as he guided him over to the hanging rings. The tall chromed poles stood twenty feet high, with the hanging rings sedately dangling below them on long, sturdy straps. The wooden rings swayed gently as the goat ratcheted the height wheel to one side, the two polished rings dropping to just above head height for the otter. Spectroscopy gulped as the tension increased. He stood, almost awkwardly, while the goat continued to make eye contact with him while lowering the rings.

"There it is." The goat smiled and stood up, the sounds of him returning from the locker room coming to Spectroscopy's ears as the two stood together at the base of the rings. The black goat stepped up next to Spectroscopy, one paw clapping down between his ass cheeks with a precision touch of fingers, making the otter stand up on his toes as he was slightly lifted from the ground. Two fingers, slick with lube, dove up between his tightly furred tail crack, thumb lifting the thick tail up out of the way as he did so.

Spectroscopy had the two sets of arms on either side of him walk him, almost forcibly to the hanging rings. "I don't think you guys can fit, I mean, I've thought about it but this isn't going to work."

"Guy. I'm a guy." The goat said to him firmly, with two mouths. It was the wrong thing to have said, and the otter was slightly cowed as he felt himself lifted. He was a metafur. He was strong. He was powerful. But between the two goats, there wasn't any fighting back to be done, or resisting. He knew this was something he wanted, down deep. No matter if it hurt, or it really was too much to take.

The goat lifted Spec by his thighs, holding him on both sides as the otter lifted his hands and slid them up through the rings. His paws curled around and clasped the straps above the rings securely, and then gave a yelp as they contracted. "Memetic toroidal pseudosolid metals. Lots of different furs have different hand sizes, so they adjust. In your case... to your forearms." The goat said to him from out of the white goat's mouth, while the black part of him reached up to make sure the rings were now comfortably locked and seated, binding him as securely as handcuffs, into the rings.

"Hope you're ready." The goat said, as he finished lubing up his other cock. The two sides of the goat's physical self lifted Spec between them.

"You know you closed off my psychic connection. I'm losing the ability to speak telepathically. But all that energy is being drained into my physical adept powers. I'm getting stronger. Faster. I'm using everything to just BE myself now." The goat flexed his arms. Spectroscopy could see them, actually larger now. The goat was undergoing a physical transformation even as he watched, his body becoming more muscular, possibly even taller. Spec could feel the gap in strength between himself and the goat disappearing, and even being surpassed as the internal fires of psychic connection turned inwards upon itself. It was a psychic power meant for linking two minds together, not being a closed loop within a single one.

The goat gritted his teeth and threw his heads back, holding the shoulders and arms of the otter between him, as he lowered the smaller fur onto his cocks. His eyes were closed, and in his grip Spec did the same, feeling the two thick, brutish, sweaty cocks that he'd forged on the anvil of his own gay smithy into the tools that he'd now have to take. Two hungry mouths met on his own as the goat met him for a three way kiss. Spec's arms strained as he was lifted and lowered in the grip of his new lover, his new superior, as the two goats lowered him, raised him.

They were teasing him. Those slick, lubed heads pressed at him, showing how much they were too big. They showed him that individually they'd give him a wild ride, but it was only by the grace of his metafur powers was he going to walk away from this encounter with his ass intact. He could smell the goat all around him now, black and white fur grinding against his own more lustrous pelt.

"I'm sorry!" he didn't know why he said that, the otter plaintively almost whining the apology.

"Don't be." The goat said back to him, the two bodybuilders taking that moment to grab and hold him tight, and Spec could feel both their cocks stiffen as they slid home together. The goat gave a long, slow, drawn out strangled breath as he clenched inwards around Spec, that tight, slick hole barely moving a fraction of a centimeter before opening widely.

Spec was yelling and thrashing in his bonds now, as his lover penetrated him with both his cocks. Together. Like they were joined at one hip, both pushed him open together and slid deep into his tailhole. Spec flailed about to try and stop him, riding on instinct, but the goat didn't have any more psychic connections to latch onto at all. He truly was shorting out all his abilities into physical and mental prowess. A new, keener, hungrier intellect burned behind those eyes that stared challengingly into his own.

"I'm not a villain, but you are at my mercy, and I AM going to make you cum your brains out." The goat said the dark whisper of illicit fantasy Spec had long dreamed about. "You're getting double dicked by my cocks," The voice continued, in his ears instead of his head. "Spread wide. I'm going to fucking ruin your tailhole just like you've dreamed about." A black hand grabbed his headfur and yanked his head back again, making him look up at his wrists and arms, bound and holding tight to the rings above. There was no escape. His cock was so hard, flopping up and down on his chest as the goat fucked him from below.

Spec had a thousand thoughts that went halfway and then were terminated by the thrust of his lover's cock. What do I call you? What is your name? Who am I to you? Will you go faster? Will you be gentler? Will you give me a hand? What if we get caught?

All never made it past his lips, but the goat sensed the second to last, one of his black hands sliding up and under his thigh to get to Spec's own shaft. The otter gave a squeak of impending release as the goat leered down at him, hunching forwards, pounding, thrusting upwards over and over on bumpy, slick poles. His lover could tell he was on the brink, could feel it in the way that already tight tailhole clenched and relaxed around the base of his goathood when he was all the way in deep. Till now, Spec had been relaxing as the goat was able to go as deep as possible inside him.

Spec turned his head to see what the goat was doing as two muzzles, white and black met in a tender kiss, the goat's first kiss as his new self. Spec watched from below as the goat kissed himself with loving, tender affection while he shared the otter with himself below. "I'm going to cum at the same time," The goat said with a level, even look into his own eyes, his negative mirror reflection matching every thrust and pumping curl of his hips. "As myself. Together. Like I should be." The goats gave a tight groan, almost winsome as his pace became uneven and stuttered. Spec noted that even as they went out of sync with his own pace, each was still in time with the other. Every misstep was echoed by the mirror image goat.

The otter dangled from the excercise equipment while his ass was battered and plumbed by the mentor who would be his test-giver. The goat only partly held him up, leaving the bulk of his weight to dangle from his wrist manacles, the smooth laquered wood a reassuring grip that wouldn't let him go, at least till the goat was done with him.

The otter gave a wail of triumph and submission as he struggled and strained in the grip of the stronger, dominant male. He flexed, his arms bending as he was pulled down on those cocks a last time before he came, just a hair ahead of the goat. Watery, runny otter spunk launched up and wetly spattered his muzzle, his forehead, his headfur, down across his broad black nose, dripping across his whiskers like silly string, and then finally in spurt after thick spurt over his chest. His frosted spiked haircut now had another spattered layer of hair-gel atop it, cooling and steaming in the musky gym air.

The heavy, wiry-haired balls beneath him pulled up and the goat gave up any pretense of holding back, his own orgasm surging up through him as he fought to remain standing. In fact, he was using the otter to hold his bodies upright as his newly longer, stronger goathoods pulsed and gave Spec a deluge of cum.

Spec felt like he was now one percent goat himself with how much the two were pumping into his tailhole.

Far and away on the other side of town, two forgotten sheep girls sat motionless in the living room of their house. Two glasses of wine and a plate of cheese were present but forgotten, just like the piles of photographs and the open scrapbooks the two had been working on. With a dry throat, Trish turned to look at Denise. Both felt the psychic twinge of...something. Someone. "Hey, this sounds weird but... I don't know why we pay to maintain two houses." Trish said hesitantly. "Ever since... our.. guy.. has..." She gave a gulp as Denise reached out and placed her hand on the other sheep's on the glass coffee table. They knelt beside it, surrounded by a domestic home and Trish's pictures on the wall of scenery and a lot of a goat. One of her ex-boyfriends? It felt like they were waiting for company to come over, or visitors... who were they waiting for? Trish blinked her eyes, the overpowering feeling of having forgotten something a stormy thundercloud in her head. But she knew that Denise had always been with her, and when her neighbor's lips pressed against her own, she wasn't surprised. It felt right. It felt like it had been a long time coming. "Even when we made love to other guys, I always felt like you were right there with me." She whispered, holding Trish's hand. "Let's move in together and... well.. make... 'us' official." Her paws slid up under Trish's bra and lifted her sweater over her shoulders. She leaned forwards, mouth hungry for the woman she felt like she'd made love to so many times before. Well. Maybe if things went right tonight, she and Trish would go out tomorrow after work and do something crazy to show their new relationship, like get matching piercings. Maybe on the left eyebrow.

Back at the hero's headquarters, the two new lovers panted in each other's arms, the otter a groaning, satisfied, stretched fur cradled between two sweaty, spent adonis cervidae. "Welcome to the Marshals." He said to the otter in both ears, before picking the smaller fur up and heading to the showers.

They'd started the day as twins, married to their wives, with their own separate identities. Whatever they were now, they'd never be able to say they were... hetero psi-goats.