FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Cheetah's Spots

By: MisstressChange

*Ding ding!* Rang the bell suspended above the windowed front door of the shop as it was pushed open, its tautly pulled, translucent linen curtains shaking with the door's vibrations. It creaked as it opened, and the outside air unsettled any nearby dust. Dust that rightly shouldn't exist yet; for the store certainly hadn't been there the day before.

The spontaneous appearance of the shop was half the reason Zack and Zelda entered it in the first place. They were curious about how such a shop could pop up overnight. The two rarely ventured into this part of town, but Zelda's dear friend, Tara, told her she had to check it out, emphasizing how the coffee shop that had been there yesterday had simply been replaced, along with the mention of free stuff.

The other reason for being there was to look for a gift for their parents, who were celebrating their twentieth anniversary.

"I don't know what Tara was talking about. This place isn't anything special." Zelda snidely commented.

"It's old for sure, but I've seen older." Zack quipped, removing his glasses to clean the dust off of them. "Didn't she say there was a coffee shop here yesterday or something?" He placed his glasses back on, taking another gander at the place. "Dosen't seen likely. The structure is far too old to have been built with the neighboring units."

Zelda scoffed at his observations. Her brother had always been a smart-ass; he got good grades in school, always finished his homework, and always had his nose in a book. He was quiet, reserved, and always had something pragmatic to say about any situation but rarely said much else, caring not to waste words on trivial things.

Zelda was the complete opposite. All that interested her was what got people's attention on her. She talked endlessly, so long as her only audience wasn't her dorky twin brother. Most of her thoughts were of what to wear, what to eat, and what to entertain herself with in between those other two things.

The two were polar opposites, yet, they got along pretty well, at least when they had to. Perhaps it was the fact that they both shared a womb, or maybe they were just lucky. In any case, they just got along, for they had a gift to find.

"Well, I doubt we're gonna find anything in here for Mom and Dad." She gazed around the dusty store. Everything looked old, like anything she picked up might break in her manicured fingers simply by picking it up. It was all covered in dust too. "Tara said they had those, like, incense things here. She said the person here gives them out for free too?"

Zack raised an eyebrow and studied the place while Zelda picked her phone out of her purse to review the texts sent by her friend.

"Fascinating." He murmured to himself before raising his voice to call out throughout the shop. "Excuse me?! Is anyone available to assist us?!" Zelda joined in.

"Heelllloooooo?! Anyone there?!" She asked in a far more sassy tone.

Zack snorted at the absence of service and headed further into the store. Zelda wandered off into the area stocked with discordant piles of strange and whimsical objects.

"I believe I found that incense your friend was talking about," Zack mentioned at the sight of the wooden display across from the front desk. He approached it and looked over the dozens of differently colored envelopes. Each of them had inscriptions of golden ink written in cursive. Each inscription described a different animal and an accompanying trait of said animal.

"Strange..." he murmured. He picked up an envelope with the patterns of lizard scales painted over its paper. The scales alternated between dark grey and blood red. Its inscription read: Dragon's Breath. He took a curious sniff of its contents. It gave off the aroma of black licorice, and Zack wrinkled his nose in displeasure.

"Let's see!" Zelda exclaimed, appearing over her brother's shoulder. Zack flinched away from her out of shock but quickly settled, now sporting a mildly irritated look. Zelda took the package from Zack and looked it over. After a moment, she sniffed at it and *Ooooh*ed before returning it. She looked over the rest, then, eyes lighting up, snatched up a yellow envelope.

"This is the one Tara said she got! Lion's mane!" She elated.

"Why is it not missing from the rest, then?" Zack observed.

"Cause they must have more in the back. Duh." Zelda retorted sassily.

"Yes, but then why not place more than one of each? There's definitely room on the display." Zelda scoffed at him.

"I dunno, who cares? You overthink everything, I swear to god." She took a sniff of the lion-themed incense. The scent of tropical fruits spiked her nose, and she pulled her face away.

"Well, unfortunately, I have to do the thinking for both of us." He replied in a very deadpan manner. The two looked at each other and squinted into each other's eyes like one might attack the other until Zelda broke into snickers, unable to hold up her façade. Zack's own façade fell away as he chuckled.

"You're such a dork." She teased. Zack took a breath, sighing.

"You would know." He reposted, smirking. Zelda looked back at the envelope in her hand and screwed her face up at it. She put it back on the display.

"I'm not a fan of this one. Maybe Tara likes fruit, but I've never been a fan. The girl reached beside it and picked up another yellow envelope. This one was polka-dotted with black splotches. "Cheetah's Spots," she read. She brought the package to her face and took an inquisitive sniff. Her eyes shot open as the aroma hit her nostrils.

"Oh...my...god..." She exclaimed. "It smells like the buttermilk pancakes Mom used to make us all the time when we were still in school.

"Her Saturday morning ones?" Zack asked.

"Yes! Here, smell..." She held the envelope out to him, and he took hold of it between two fingers and a thumb. The aroma that entered his nose was one of nostalgia, of a not-too-distant past. He remembered the two of them waking up on a Saturday morning after sleeping in, greeted by the sweet, buttery smell of pancakes lifting them from their rooms.

"Wow. Well deduced. This is..." He paused to take another whiff. "Remarkably similar to the pancakes Mom made." He returned the envelope to his sister and pushed his glasses back up his nose. "Mind you, I'm pretty sure Mom used an instant pancake mix, so I'm not surprised this smells the same."

"Well, we gotta get this." Zelda insisted. She lowered her hand and held the package to her side.

"And what about the gift for Mom and Dad?" Zack asked, his gaze wandering about the shop, knowing this definitely wasn't the place for them to find a proper present. Zelda's eyes followed his, also scanning the piles of dusty items. She sighed.

"I don't think we're finding anything here." She admitted.

A raspy female voice from behind the counter spoke up.

"Do you need help finding anything, dearies?" It asked. The two twins jumped in place, nearly out of their skin. They turned to see a shrouded figure behind the shop's front counter.

"Oh, Jesus." Zelda breathed. "You scared the shit out of us." She giggled nervously like she had just gone over the first small hill of an amusement park thrill ride. Then, she let out a small *woop* and her hand slapped down on her denim-wrapped thigh.

"We...thought this place was vacant," Zack added, pushing his glasses up the ridge of his nose once more, having been disturbed by the sudden motion of his body going into fight or flight mode.

"I am always here, my dear." The figure said. A cat hopped up onto the counter, and the figure's hand moved to stroke it from head to tail.

"My friend Tara said you were handing out free incense, so we decided to check this place out," Zelda explained. Zack cleared his throat.

"What my sister 'means to say' is the two of us heard this store popped up overnight, so it piqued our interest. We've been putting off getting a gift for our parents' anniversary and thought we might check your shop out." He said, attempting to add more polite reasoning to her tactless statement.

"Thanks for 'clarifying,' Zack," Zelda murmured sarcastically. The figure spoke again, her gravelly voice scraping their ears.

"Well, I do have many...interesting things here. But I can see the two of you are settled on that." She said, gesturing to the envelope in Zelda's hands. "You are correct, though, dear; the first is free. It's always free."

Zack raised an eyebrow at the woman's words. Finding a few flaws in her logic.

"But how do you know whom you've given one to already? And why? Surely you can't afford to just hand out merchandise on your first day open, or what I assume is your first day open, considering there used to be a coffee shop here only yesterday."

A low croak of a hum emanated from the hooded figure like she had already grown irritated of Zack's ponderous queries. The buzzing hum concluded as a louder groan before ending, and the shopkeeper hastily spoke again.

"Do you wish to take up my offer or not, boy?" There was a fire in her voice now, growling in an almost feline manner. "I've had many a person in here today, and none questioned my generosity as much as you." She paused, and the moment of silence created was deafening. "Well...almost." She added, her voice now more reserved.

Zack opened his mouth to speak again, but Zelda threw her hand over it before a single word could form. "Yes!" She exclaimed. "You're very generous, and we'd love this free sample. I'm sorry if my brother here is a little...himself...." She turned her head at such an angle that the shopkeeper couldn't see her expression and flashed him a furious look before letting her hand free of his mouth.

Zack pushed his glasses up the ridge of his nose again while Zelda straightened up. Finally, he cleared his throat and said, "Pardon me, ma'am, I meant no offense. We would be happy to accept your gift." He glanced at his sister for a moment. "I sometimes get carried away with my...questions."

The figure stared at them from her shadowy nook behind the desk, petting her cat. Although the two twins couldn't see her eyes, they felt them boring into their souls. The two swallowed, half expecting the woman to rise from her seat and strike them down with some sort of spell.

"Very well." The woman replied. A subtly pleased tone to her voice brought relief to the twins. Their muscles relaxed, shoulders slumping forward. "I suppose you aren't the rudest customers I've encountered today. And your questions are not invalid." She ceased petting the cat and leaned forward, pursing her fingers together. Zack thought he could make out fur covering her digits in the dim light but figured it was a trick of the light or lack thereof. "The ways I run my business are unique, indeed, but it is profitable, just so you know."

"Oh, I wasn't insinuating anything, ma'am. I'm just curious." Zack stated. The two twins silently stood around while the shopkeep stroked her cat.

"Well, we should be going. We still have a gift to get for our parents." Zelda mentioned, suddenly wanting to be free of this woman's presence.

"Very well." The shopkeeper replied. "I won't keep you, dearies." She loosely gestured to the door. The two gave her one last glance before turning for the exit.

"Thanks again, miss. We'll be back to purchase more, I'm sure. I wouldn't mind something to make my room smell more...I dunno...Spiritual?"

"Of course, dear...I'm sure you'll be back." The shopkeep replied.

"Thank you again," Zack said halfway to the door.

"No problem, dear. Good luck finding your gift." She replied uncharacteristically cheerfully.

The two reached the door, and Zelda pulled it open, its hinges creaking. They stepped outside, and Zack closed it behind them, the loud clatter of the old door shutting being the last noise to permeate the dusty shop.

The woman continued to pet her cat, reaching up to pull her hood off her head, revealing her very cougar-like visage. The cat let out a long meow, and the puma lady chuckled.

"Yes, my dear. You are very correct." She said to the cat. "They are quite the pair. Twins, I believe." She picked the cat up and held it before her face. "They'll be a lot more than 'twins' soon enough. And a lot closer...." She ended her sentence with a snicker and went back to petting her cat.

******************************************************************************

The twins spent the rest of their afternoon scouring the town for something worthy enough of their parent's anniversary. By the end of the afternoon, they'd settled on a dinner/movie combo in gift card form, which they presented to their parents on their return home.

The two middle-aged adults were delighted with their gesture and gave the twins much praise and gratitude before departing their house on their romantic night out, leaving Zack and Zelda to themselves. They sat in the family living room, Zelda watching her reality TV on the family's flatscreen while Zack digested a book he had purchased earlier that day while on their quest for a gift.

Whatever obnoxious programming Zelda was entranced by concluded, transitioning to a commercial break. The girl's attention understandably waned, and her phone was immediately in her hands, her body sinking further into her spot on the couch.

Zack raised an eyebrow at the *tac-tac-tac* of Zelda's phone's keyboard as she held a long text-based conversation. His eyes flashed over at her when it continued, shooting a silent protest of irritation at her. However, she was oblivious to his gaze; her eyes were glued to her screen.

Finally, to Zack's content, she stopped. The girl wrestled against the couch cushions to stand from her spot, her posture making it troublesome.

"Carly wants to Facetime, so I'm going to my room. You can put on whatever you want. I don't think I'll be back for a while." She giggled as she started for the stairs via the open-concept kitchen that bordered the living room.

"I don't think I'll be watching anything," Zack stated haughtily. He wouldn't be caught dead watching the trash offered up by cable television. Zelda scoffed at his pretentiousness.

"Fine, whatever. Just turn it off if you're not gonna watch it. You know how Mom gets when we leave it on."

Zack's eyebrow rose again.

"Why don't you? You were watching it, not I." He jabbed.

"Because you're the last one in the room, that's why." She sassily replied. She stuck her hand up at him to let him know she was done arguing, despite being behind him and he unable to see her. She turned away from Zack and left the room, heading for the stairs. Zack heard her footfalls stomping up the stairs at the front of the house and gazed up from his book with a mirthless look at the TV.

He set the book down on the armrest, leaving it open, and begrudgingly stood up from his seat. Then, picking the remote off the couch where Zelda had lounged, he pointed it at the TV like a duelist, aiming his pistol at a challenger and clicking the button, silencing the obnoxious programming, thus replacing it with black.

Zack left the remote on the coffee table and turned back to the armchair. His eyes flickered over to the kitchen, falling on the spotted yellow envelope on the counter. He recalled the visit earlier that day to the peculiar shop and the incense they had acquired at no cost to themselves.

"Some incense would definitely bring a nice ambiance to this place." He thought to himself. Zack typically enjoyed reading with a pleasant aroma in the air, though he preferred essential oils himself. Zelda's essential oils were what turned him onto the idea in the first place.

Zack walked over to the counter and picked up the package, taking another sniff of its contents. The scent of fluffy pancakes filled his nose, and he hummed agreeably. This would definitely set the mood.

He pulled open a drawer near the stove and grabbed a BBQ lighter from inside. Pulling an incense stick from the package, Zack clicked the trigger on the lighter and set the tip of the incense stick ablaze. He let it burn for a few seconds, then blew it out, dropping the lighter back in the drawer and closing it.

Zack set the incense package on the counter and returned to the living room. He stuck the incense into the soil of a decorative plant's pot and returned to his place and book. The smell of breakfast already wafted through the air. Zack took a deep breath and sighed, letting nostalgia play a reel of pleasant thoughts of yesteryear in his mind.

He turned to the next page of his book as he completed the current page's text, finding it a bit difficult to concentrate. For some unknown reason, he was beginning to feel...aroused?

"Very peculiar." He thought.

******************************************************************************

"So what did he say to you?" Zelda asked, the phone in her hand, its screen displaying a real-time feed of her friend, Carly, from the other end. She was lying on her bed. A small bowl of popcorn sat next to her, which she occasionally picked. Since entering her room, Zelda had slipped into her pajamas. Her nightshirt mostly covered her upper body, while the pajama shorts left her legs bare to the warm summer evening air.

"He was like, 'I like you, and I think you're super hot...but I don't know if I'm ready to go down on you.' Like...can you believe that?" Carly replied from beyond her screen, lowering the pitch of her voice to mimic the guy she spoke of.

"Seriously?!" Zelda responded, her voice carrying a higher, incredulous inflection. "Haven't you two been going out for a couple months now?"

"Two months exactly," Carly said. "Plus, I've sucked his dick, like, so many times."

"The least he could do is give it back once and a while," Zelda suggested.

"I know, right?!" Carly wholeheartedly agreed.

"So what are you gonna do?" Zelda asked. As she finished her question, the heavenly scent of pancakes graced her nose. It started minor, faint like someone was cooking, and the aroma had finally made its way upstairs, as was expected. But as Carly rambled on with her answer to Zelda's question, it began to smell like she were right there in the kitchen. It brought on nostalgic thoughts. Thoughts of waking up after a Friday night sleepover with Carly and smelling the pancakes being cooked downstairs by her parents.

"Yeah, so...what do you think?" Carly asked. The question snapped Zelda back to their conversation, who realized she'd been nodding off.

"Uhh..." Zelda pinched her eyes like she was squeezing sleep from her eyes. "I...I'm sorry I blanked there. Could you say that again?"

"Tired, are we?" Carly asked in jest. "You better not pass out when I'm over tonight. We have new episodes of that show to watch."

"No, I just...got lost in thought." Zelda excused. "Trust me, I'm still totally down to chill."

"Gotcha." Carly replied before starting her story over. "Ok, well-..."

Zelda quickly found her thoughts wandering away once more. The scent was getting stronger, becoming downright pungent. Who was cooking pancakes? Zack? That's when it hit her. The incense they got at the weird shop today. She knew Zack enjoyed pleasant scents while he was reading, and he was reading downstairs. He must have started burning it.

As she attempted to listen to Carly's thoughts, she noticed how relaxed she was becoming. More than that, she became overly aware of how...aroused she suddenly was. Her nethers tingled, and her nipples hardened. She shuffled uncomfortably in her spot on the bed.

"Are you still listening?" Carly asked, noticing her friend's waning attention.

Zelda gazed over at her door, her eyes snapping wide open when she saw the whisps of smoke slithering out from under the door. How much of that incense was Zack burning?

"Yeeeah...can you just...give me a second?" She asked.

"Yeah, girl. I'll be here." Carly assured. Zelda set her phone down on the bed, giving Carly an excellent view of the ceiling while Zelda pushed herself off the bed. She walked to her door, the aroma of pancakes getting more intense as she got closer. Finally, she took hold of the doorknob and turned it, pushing the door open to what lay beyond.

The moment the door opened, yellow-tinged smoke poured in around her legs. Startled, Zelda took a few steps back.

"What the fuck?!" She exclaimed in shock.

"Is everything good?" Carley asked from her phone, unable to see any of the goings-on. Zelda gazed, dumbfounded, at the smoke sliding across the carpet of her room, billowing past her ankles. She was more intrigued than worried. She knew the house wasn't on fire. The smoke was too pleasant smelling and didn't rise as the smoke from a structure fire might, nor was it black. It was almost...mystical in a sense.

"Uh...yeah." She answered uncertainly. "I'll be right back. I've got to go downstairs."

"You do you, girl," Carly answered through the phone's speaker.

Zelda walked into the hallway, smoke swirling and eddying around her legs. The air above her knees was smoke-free, but the scent tickling her nose still smelled quite pungent. Plus, the effects the scent had on her continued and intensified. The longer she exposed herself to the aroma, the more her sex ached and moistened.

She reached the staircase, looking down its decline. The smoke completely flooded the first floor, the stairs descending into a sea of yellowish smoke that her eyesight could not penetrate. There was nothing to be seen beneath that plane of haze. The light of the foyer barely cast its light through the fog, creating a bloom of ruddy glow.

"Zack?!" She called. She waited for a response, but there was none. Slowly, cautiously, she descended the stairs calling out again for her twin brother.

"Zack?!! Are you down there?! What's with the smoke?! Can you open a window, maybe?! Mom and Dad are going to be pissed!" Still, there was no response. She continued down the stairs. Concern conflicted with the sensations flaring between her legs. Most of her body was submerged beneath the smoke now, and as she carefully continued, her head dipped below the rising threshold of savory-smelling smoke.

As she emersed herself in the fog, her senses, too, were emersed. The smell was overwhelming now, fogging her mind and causing her heart to beat faster, flooding her nethers with fresh blood. The throbbing of her sex against her underwear was unignorable. Her clothes felt tighter, constricting despite their looser fit, making her hyper-aware of every movement of her body.

"Zack?!" She called out again, pausing to cough up the smoke filling her lungs. She could barely see two feet in front of her face and had to pad at the stairs with her feet to tell where the next one was. The stairs took a ninety-degree turn, and Zelda felt for the broader steps that filled the corner.

Her legs quivered as her body turned on her, pussy throbbing between her legs, nipples fully erect, rubbing on her nightshirt. "Zack! What the fuck?!" She cried out, hoping he would answer. Why had he burnt so much? How had he let things get to this point? Zack was much more intelligent than this. But the more she breathed the yellow-tinged smoke, the more she understood why he might. It made her head swim with euphoric currents, and her skin tingle with a buzzing static sensation. It felt...incredible.

Zelda's bare feet touched the cold hardwood floor at the bottom of the stairs, sending a new thrill through her body. The soft warmth of the carpet had been coddling her until now. She gasped, clinging to the railing, almost hanging onto it. She reached out with her other hand, feeling for anything that might obstruct her path to the living room, and began her cautious journey.

"Zack?" She said, no longer shouting yet not sacrificing the severity of her tone. "Are you in here?" She reached the end of the foyer, where the walls holding the stairs aloft opened into the kitchen and living area. Her ears twitched at a sound she couldn't put her finger on. Her ears itched, and she went to scratch them with her non-searching hand, oddly finding them...higher...than they should be.

Zelda sniffed the air, sensing a strangely alluring scent that penetrated the saturating smell of pancakes. This new scent was...musky... It smelled like her ex-boyfriend did when she'd go down on him. But what could cause such a smell? Did she even want to know? Regardless, the more the scent flowed into her nose, the more it drove her wild. She reached down to rub the ache in her loins, finding the fabric of her shorts ever so dampish with her arousal.

She pulled her hand from her crotch, swiping her thumb over the faint feeling of moisture on her fingers in disbelief. She was glad it was impossible to see through the fog around her, or she might have been embarrassed. "Fuck, I'm gonna need some alone time after this." She murmured to herself, wiping her hand on the leg of her shorts.

An unexpected moan from the armchair next to her made her jump. "Zack?!" She shrieked, "Is that you?!" she only had to wait a few seconds for a response.

"Zelda...I...I can smell you..." It was definitely Zack, although he sounded like we were in the grasp of some pleasurable act. Was he...masturbating? On the armchair? That various members of their family sat in every day? Bizarrely, the thought didn't bother her as much as it should have. The musky smell was nearly stronger than the incense now. Zelda felt her thighs rub against her sex as she shuffled uneasily in place. A coo involuntarily slipped past her lips. In this intense state of arousal, she might have done the same as him.

"Zack...please tell me you aren't doing what I think you're doing...." She said, trying desperately to maintain a degree of normativity in her voice. With every word that left her, she had to mentally stop herself from moaning.

"I...can't help it, Zelda...it...feels to good..." He replied in a wavering tone that gave away his actions. So he was...touching himself.... Zelda swallowed a thick lump in her throat and moved closer to him. She could make out the back of his head now, and what she saw momentarily shocked her out of her aroused stupor.

He had...cat ears!...although they weren't pointed, like a housecat's. Instead, they were round and covered in black fur that lowered into a spotted pattern. At first, Zelda thought he might be wearing a headband, but then, one of them flickered!

"What the hell?" Zelda whispered to herself. She inched closer to him from behind. Although, as she drew closer, she could make out the rest of his upper body. There was no denying the movements of his left arm. She didn't need to see any more of him to know he was touching himself. "Z-Zack?" She asked, more as a whimper than anything else.

"I...can't stop...the...burning need inside me... It's too...strong." He groaned. Zelda should have pulled away in disgust. She should have ran to the windows and opened them to vent the house of this tainting mist. But she couldn't. She actually...empathized with Zack and his perverse actions, for she, too, felt a burning need beginning to broil inside herself. The musky smell was strongest now. It sizzled in her nose and stoked the fires in her loins...

Without thinking, she slowly rounded the armchair, stepping so more of her brother would come into view. Sure enough, he was stroking his member, but that was not what Zelda was focused on as his face came into view.

Through the smoky haze, she saw what appeared to be a feline muzzle protruding from his face, or, at least, the beginning of one, like it was growing outward, using his existing bone, skin, and muscle tissue.

"What...is happening to you?" She breathed, fear barely pushing through the intense arousal overtaking her body. Zack turned his half-feline face toward her for the first time since their parting almost an hour ago.

"I'm not sure...but...." He paused before finishing, and his voice became something of perverted euphoria. "It feels...divine."

Zelda gasped a little, her lungs drawing in more of the yellowish air. Her eyes awkwardly pulled away from his lustful gaze, inadvertently floating downward to his cock, which he was still stroking. Her eyes widened at the sight of it. She hadn't seen her twin brother naked since they were quite young, but she knew his member should not look as it currently did.

It was tapered now, lacking the mushroom tip she knew male genitalia to possess. She could barely make out the tiny spines that coated its surface as she squinted her eyes. Zelda found herself slowly and subconsciously moving toward Zack. Maybe it was curiosity, or perhaps it was unholy desire. But she felt uncontrollably compelled to take a closer look at the changes happening to him.

"Yes," she thought to herself. "That was the reason." She needed to assess the strange goings on better, and totally not because her brother and his...feline cock...were starting to look rather... enticing to her. She moved closer, her brother's musk burning hot inside her nose.

"Zack..." Zelda whimpered. "I don't want to sound weird...but...." She stopped, pondering if she should even say what she was about to say. Every moral fiber of her being told her not to, that it would be so unbelievably wrong. She began saying it regardless, something driving her to. "I...kinda wanna..."

"Want to..." Zack started saying, his voice uncharacteristically devilish. "Do what?" A roughish smile adorned his face. This was the first time Zelda had ever seen her brother like this. She had no idea there even was this side of him. But she...liked it...far more than she should.

"I kinda...wanna..." She continued, her heart thumping in her chest like a pile driver. What was she doing? How could she have these feelings for her bookworm brother? And with these bizarre alterations to his body too?

"Be closer?" he asked, the question subtle while his tone much the opposite. Compelled by his suggestion, Zelda moved so close her legs touched the side of the armchair. Her eyes remained wide as saucers, staring at Zack's cock as he stroked it up and down. She was close enough to hear his skin's lewd, fleshy sounds, slick with precum, being slid back and forth in his grasp.

She knew what she was about to do was wrong. Still, she couldn't help it. Her body screamed at her to do it as much as her conscience screamed at her not to.

"Y-yeah..." She replied in a shuttering breath. "Can I?"

Zack barely got an "Of course" out before Zelda was sitting on the chair's armrest, her legs hanging off the sides. She stared down at her brother's cock as he stroked it, watching it with immense curiosity. His musk flowed into her nose, and she licked her lips without realizing it.

"You can...touch it if you'd like..." he suggested, his voice like honey to her ears. She turned her head to his, and the two gazed into each other's eyes. There was a pause and a brief silence, then the two leaned toward the other, eyes fluttering closed and lips parting.

The moment their lips met, Zelda was on him with her hands. Her left arm reached around him, grasping his shoulder and pulling herself closer. The other slid down to his crotch, which joined his hand in taking hold of his new feline meat.

Zack's right hand slipped around his sister's waist, gripping her thigh with impunity. It didn't take long for Zelda to nudge her body over the inner edge of the armrest, plopping down into the seat with her brother. Zack shimmied over to allow the room for the two of them to fit.

They knew they shouldn't be doing this, that it was wrong for two siblings to do anything close to this. It was supposed to feel unfeasibly disgusting. But it didn't. Quite the opposite. It felt so...right, so...erotic. Nearly an hour ago, they wanted to be away from each other. Now...they couldn't imagine being apart, their bodies not touching, their hands not feeling the other.

They shouldn't be doing this. But they undeniably wanted to, needed to. A primal force surging within them compelled them to. It was unstoppable and unrelenting.

The bones in Zelda's face snapped as they made out. Her mouth, jaw, and nose extended to match Zack's, whose was still lengthening. The sounds of their bones reshaping made Zack's new ears twitch, as they did Zelda's, which were still inching up the sides of her head. The changes to her body felt so good! Surely, they must have felt good for Zack, too, as he moaned into her open mouth as much as she did his. Something like this...It should have felt unbearably painful. But as it continued, Zelda couldn't help but crave more....

Zelda broke the kiss, adding the sounds of panting to the room. "This...this is amazing, Zack. I feel...amazing!" She remarked breathily.

"Yeah..." he replied, uncharacteristically at a loss for words.

Zelda wasn't the only one whose nose was swamped with the sweet deluge of pheromones. He was drowning in her sensual musk. It increasingly flooded his senses as Zelda's juices flooded her panties and shorts. He withdrew his arm from around her waist and immediately dove it between her legs. Her legs parted as much as they could in the tiny space, her left leg resting over Zack's right knee.

His fingers waded through the damp fabric of Zelda's pajama shorts. As he pressed into her smooth crotch, they blotted straight through with her arousal, matting with her secretions. Zelda moaned, sending a hot breath into Zack's face. Her hand sped up, vigorously pumping her brother's slick meat. Zack's other hand abandoned his shaft, and he lifted it to Zelda's gaped mouth, where she eagerly accepted his precum-coated fingers, sucking on them with revelry.

He watched her suck his fingers with her ever-elongating snout, his eyes traced over the rest of her voluptuous body. Had she always been this attractive? Had he only been looking over her beauty because they were related? Or were the transformative effects of the smoke making her that way?

"You're so...magnificent... Like Aphrodite herself made flesh. You know that, right?" He remarked. Zelda sucked what was left off Zack's fingers with one long draw, letting them pop free. She gave him the warmest smile he had ever seen from her, fluttering her eyelashes at him as she did.

"And did you know how fucking handsome you are?" She asked, answering him with a question of her own.

Zelda let go of Zack's prick and pushed herself up, using her left knee to swing her body over his. She landed in his lap, wasting no time grinding her clothed mound on his rough, feline manhood. Zack shuddered as the sopping fabric glided over his cock and watched Zelda reach up to his face with sticky hands. She caressed his face, and Zack felt the rough leathery pads that had grown on her palms and the ends of her fingers. He looked down at his own hands, taking them off his sister's thighs to momentarily examine them. They, too, shared these new animal attributes.

Zelda hummed pleasantly and plucked Zack's glasses from his face, setting them down on the end table next to the chair with his book. Fortunately, Zack no longer required them, for the two siblings' eyes had shifted to match what their faces were becoming, leaving their vision sharper and more adept at tracking movements. The perfect eyes for hunting prey.

Their noses had also turned black, widening. They could see it on each other's faces. The two heard and felt snaps in their shoulders as they shifted in opposite ways. Zack's appeared to be narrowing, and Zelda's broadening. Both ceased at a happy medium, leaving their upper bodies neither feminine nor masculine in shape, except for Zelda's breasts. The Double D-cups instantly gave her away as a woman. Zack's looked like he might be joining his sister in sporting a pair himself; however, the two were too engrossed in themselves to notice the double peaks beginning to tent Zack's shirt.

"Z-Zack, r-reach inside my shorts and really touch me." Zelda half-demanded. Zack was only happy to oblige. He slipped his fingers beneath the soaking fabric and stroked through the hot, wet sex beneath. His sister's loins heated his hand like a stove, and his fingers quickly slickened in her sopping need. "Oh, yes...just like that..." She breathed in approval.

Zelda looked down at him from her place atop his lap. Yellow, spotted fur blossomed across his face like moss, completing his cheetah-like visage. She giggled as the same happened to her, the tingling, tickling sensations bringing her a sense of giddy joy. Her hand fell between her legs, and her fingers wrapped around her brother's rigid cock again.

"Your...pussy..." Zack began. Still not sure if he should be referring to his sister's privates in such a manner. "It...has the same texture as my member." He said, remarking on the rough surface of her insides as he slipped a finger in. If she weren't as wet as she currently was, it might have been uncomfortable for whoever...mated with her.

"We're one and the same then...." She mentioned. Unbeknownst to her, she was correct in ways neither could perceive. Not just the texture of their genitals. Their bestial heads were completely identical. Every spot and fiber of their fur, the color of their eyes, the length of their snouts. All were a mirror image of each other. At the moment, the only thing different about their heads was their hair. But that wouldn't last, as it was receding back into their scalps to become longer tufts of fur. Identical tufts of fur...

The fur spread down from their heads, running over their new shoulders and down their arms and torsos. The musculature of their arms diminished or bolstered until the two's arms matched with a balance of masculine and feminine. Zelda sucked in a deep breath as Zack's leathery padded finger bore down on her clitoris.

"Oh, Zack!" She cried. "Oh! How do you know my body so well!" Her voice had spontaneously lowered in its pitch and increased in its weight. Zack was, frankly, surprised she would say what she'd just cried out. He had minimal experience with women in his short life as an adult. Zelda was technically his first...

Zelda released the rest of her breath as a long sigh and let her head lol down. That was when she noticed the budding breasts tenting Zack's t-shirt. They looked like they'd already grown to C-cups.

Zelda wanted to find out their exact size, unobscured by his shirt.

"What are these?!" She shrieked. Her hand let go of his cock, and both grabbed the two mounds on Zack's chest. He clearly lacked any awareness of the new additions to his anatomy, as he cried out in shock as Zelda's hands gripped his new tits.

"Zelda!" He chirped through his new vocal cords, his voice higher and softer than before. It matched Zelda's voice, both half-cheetahs now sounding completely androgynous, neither masculine nor feminine. The new supple flesh of his breasts reacted explosively to her sudden and harsh touch.

"You have cute little titties! Let's see 'em!" She gripped the lower hem of his t-shirt and pulled it up over his body with applied force. Zack wriggled as the garment was yanked off of him, his hands leaving her crotch to slip through his sleeves. As Zelda pulled the last of it over his head, his new breasts were exposed to the smoke-laden air.

"Ah! Zelda!" He cried again in a potent blend of protest and pleasure as Zelda when back to his chest, kneading the erect nubs of his new nipples between her thumbs and index fingers.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" She asked, crooning like a mother.

"Yeah, i-it does," Zack murmured. He gazed up at Zelda's chest, eyeing the ample protrusions tenting her nightshirt, as was usual. What wasn't expected were the two wet stains blotting the pink fabric. Was she...lactating? Dirty thoughts raced through his altered mind. He wanted to pull the nightshirt off her, plant his mouth on her mounds, and feed from her like she was his feline mother.

"I...wanna make yours feel good too. So take off your shirt." He commanded, suddenly gaining some of the deviant confidence Zelda prominently displayed. He was hungry, after all.

"Ok," She agreed, lifting her arms in eager capitulation. Zack's hands grasped the lower hem of her nightshirt, and he pulled it off her faster than she did his. Her perky young breasts bounced free of the fabric. Sure enough, thin pearl trails of fluid trickled slowly down from the minuscule holes in both. Her fur was in the process of spreading over them, top to bottom.

Zack wasted no time. He leaned inward and engulfed her left nipple with his maw. He sucked the erect nub. Creamy, warm liquid coated his tongue, lavishing it with its sweet taste. It was delicious, as were his sister's moans in response, everything coaxing his manhood to a new state of rigidity. His hands dipped low again, returning to Zelda's 'pocket.'

Zelda rolled her hips, rubbing her sex against his nimble fingers, sandwiching Zack's manhood between their bodies. The two gave startled chirps when they unintentionally pricked each other's skin with the newest alterations to their hands. They had claws now, sharp, scything things extending from their fingertips through fleshy slits when they strained their digits.

They began clawing at each other's fur with their free hands, enthusiastically relishing in the prickling sensations spurred on as the tips of their claws penetrated the resilience of their new hides. Their crotches had become a swamp of arousal. Precum and vaginal juices slathered over one another. Zelda's shorts and panties were so blotted through they glistened with a glazed sheen that smeared their excretions on anything they touched.

Zelda moaned out in shock as Zack hit a delightfully sweet spot within her. She huffed, preparing to take things to their next inevitable and even more depraved step. She needed more than what he was giving her, a lot more. She needed him to fuck her like the animals they were becoming...

"Zack..." she started saying, breathing deeply. "Just pull my bottoms aside and...and stick it in me already...I...I want to feel you fill me."

Zack needn't another word. His fingers slipped free of his sister's cunt and moved to hook around the crotch of her soiled pajama shorts and panties. He pulled the soaked fabric aside, and Zelda felt the warm, rough, slick presence of her brother's cock pressing against her needy sex.

"Oh god, just...tear my shit up, Zack!" Zelda cried, pleading with her incestuous lover. Zack's fingers grasped his cock, aiming the slippery member at his sister's hole. Zelda felt the tapered tip on her hole and fell upon it, skewering herself on him.

Zelda arched her back and screamed in ecstasy, her hands reaching up to her scalp, running her fingers through her ears and fur. She rode him, rolling her hips with each rotation of her movements. She didn't know what felt better, the way her brother filled her, the rough textures of their genitals perfectly dulled by the lubrication of their arousal, or her knowledge that as she fucked him, she was taking his virginity.

Zack grunted. The way Zelda's pussy so expertly massaged his member with its perfect texture. Slowly, an ecstatic groan escaped his lips. Sure, Zelda was his first, but at that moment, he couldn't think of a partner that could ever compare. He found himself pumping in time with her as best he could. The sickly squelching noses of the two's fornication echoed throughout the smoke-engrossed room.

"Oh, Zelda...this...is unlike anything I've experienced before...I never thought it would feel like this..." He said weakly through interrupting grunts as his groin lit up with electric jolts of unrestrained pleasure.

"Oh...fuck..." Zelda breathed. She could swear Zack's member was getting bigger within her. Every up-and-down thrust of her body found her pussy filling more and more. With every new impalement on her brother's cock, Zelda approached the climax she was building toward. A new sensation between her legs spurred it on even faster.

It was familiar; she'd often felt it, typically by her own hands. It was the sensation of her clit being rubbed, rubbed against slippery fabric. Each buck of her hips made the sensitive bean slide against her clothes, sending an agonizing stab of pure bliss through her pelvic region and into the rest of her body.

This should have been impossible. Her clit was always tricky to find, buried within her upper folds. There's no way it could have extruded far enough out to touch her clothes. Unless...it had grown?

Lust-addled and unwilling to uncouple from her brother, Zelda reached down with both...paws...and tore the garments covering her hips apart with one raking grasp of her claws, leaving the transforming cheetah woman naked, her crotch and thighs shimmering with sticky musky fluids. Zelda glanced down, no longer feeling her clit against the fabric now that it had been removed. Zack followed her gaze, his half-lidded eyes opening wide at what he saw, something Zelda couldn't see from her angle. At least not yet...

"It's...getting bigger." Zack marveled.

"W-...what i-is?" Zelda moaned between breaths.

"Your...clitoris...It's growing. It looks..." he didn't finish his sentence, instead reaching out to touch it. He added his fingers to her crowded pussy, rubbing against her enlarged clit. Zelda lost control of herself. She tipped her head back and moaned a long ragged moan as she came. The female half-cheetah slammed herself down on her brother. Her hands fell to his shoulders and she gripped them with she might fall off the edge of the world.

She screamed, cried, moaned, and occasionally took a short lungful of breath. Her pussy clenched Zack's cock in pulsing bursts, sending the breasted boy into his own orgasmic fit. He couldn't help but moan out like a whore as he came inside his sister. Each time he shot another hot, thick rope inside the girl, he felt something emerge a little more from beneath his balls, a novel sensation that ached and begged for attention.

At the same time, Zelda's clit grew with each new convulsion of her vaginal walls. Soon it was multiple inches long and squirted a clear, viscous fluid from its tip. Zelda let go of Zack's shoulder with her right hand and gripped the new growth between her index finger and thumb. The texture of her leathery paw pads on her new...cock...was otherworldly.

That's what it was, a cock. It had to be. It looked so much like Zack's had, spiney, tapered. It felt fucking incredible. As she rode out her climax, she looked down at Zack, particularly his new breasts, which had stopped growing at the same size as hers...the exact same size. What if he gained his own set of female lips, just as she was a cock?

Her other hand left his shoulder and reached behind her, straining to get between his legs. Her fingers passed his balls, then hooked, pressing into his taint. Then, only partially to her surprise, she found her fingers sinking into a warm, wet crevasse. She buried them deeper into this new discovery, hearing Zack moan out like a bitch in heat.

"Oh, Zelda!" He exclaimed breathily. "What?... What is that?... That feels...so good!" Zelda chuckled, a mischievous smile splitting her face. She leaned down to whisper in Zack's round ear.

"It does, doesn't it?" Zelda crooned dotingly. "Feels sooooo good, I bet." She leaned down to his face, and the two opened their muzzles to accept the other. Zelda fingered Zack's new pussy as they passionately made out, his moans adding to the smacks and smooches filling the air like so much smoke and musk.

Zelda wiggled her rear as she sat on Zack's lap, his cock still buried inside her. An odd tugging sensation sparked in the base of her spine. The same must be happening to Zack, for he shuffled in his seat, his arms pulling his sweatpants off.

A new appendage emerged from their tailbones, rapidly growing fur and lengthening as new bones materialized. Their new tails grew longer and longer. Zack's tail soaked up much of the carnal mess left from the two siblings' foreplay and lovemaking. Cum and feminine arousal matted the new fur as it passed under the two. Zelda's was quite to opposite. It was fluffy and swayed excitedly behind her with a confident, feline grace.

As their pelts grew fluidly down their thighs, passing their knees, their feet began to stretch. Bones crackled and snapped, and toenails thinned into sharp, curving claws. Leathery pads grew on the balls of their feet and under their lengthening toes. Their Socks tore as they flexed their claws, new bestial toes bursting from the ends. Zack pulled the tattered cloth off his feet with his new claws. Zelda's tighter socks burst, splitting up their middles and falling to the ground.

"Oh yeah..." Zelda sighed contently, breaking their oral embrace. "I'm fucking loving these changes. They feel so fucking good!"

"Same here." Zack agreed. "I wish..."

"It could happen all over again?" Zelda asked, already knowing what her brother was going to say.

"Absolutely!" He cried in agreement. Zelda straightened up and rolled her hips over Zack's, forcing his stiff member to hit all the right spots. Her new cock twitched. It had moved above her pussy now. A bulge in her fur between it and her pussy signaled the start of a fuzzy scrotum for the testes she was surely growing.

Zelda wrapped her free hand around her cock. It was big, and judging by how full Zack made her feel, she must have been the same size. "Shit, this really feels good. Everything. The cock, the sex, the transformation. Jesus...I never want this to end." She said through long, deep breaths.

"Me neither," Zack replied, also huffing. "Hey, I...I was thinking...since we have both sets of genitalia-"

"Oh yes...totally..." Zelda replied, cutting Zack off again as she already knew what he was asking.

"You'll have to get off me first." Zack deduced.

"Of course, then I can get you off." She quipped with a devious grin. Zack returned the grin, and Zelda rose off his cock. It made a long, wet*shluuuurp!* as its oversized girth vacated her body. Zelda moaned as it exited her. An ache replaced its warm presence. She already missed having it inside her, but then again, she'd get the pleasure of fucking Zack's brand-new, tight cunt. It would be well worth it, and she could always fill herself once it was done.

Zelda climbed off the chair, her legs quivering. She held out a hand to her brother, her lover, and Zack accepted it, pushing himself out of the seat with his other hand as she assisted him.

It was hard for them to tell without a mirror handy, but the two looked identical. Every spot of their fur was the same, their heights were the same, their body sizes were the same, their voices sounded the same, their breast size was the same, and their cock length, girth, and pussy depth were all the same. They were the same down to the last fiber of fur and whisker growing from their skin. The only thing different was the volume of bodily fluids matting their pelts. Zack had the brunt of it, mainly covering his tail and thighs.

The pronouns 'he,' 'him,' 'she,' and 'her' no longer felt right, for they were an androgynous mix of both sexes. Sure, their breasts could push them further to the feminine side, but that was the most one could say determined how they might identify. So 'He' and 'Her' didn't feel right to them anymore. But 'Hir' did. It felt perfect for them.

"Get on the table, Zack. On all fours. I'm gonna show you how good it feels to have your pussy properly fucked. And I'm gonna finally feel what my boyfriend feels when he fucks me." Shi reached up to Zack's tits with a hand and tweaked hir nipples. Zack moaned and stuck hir chest out. A firm swat to hir ass told the former male that was all the foreplay shi would get from the former female.

Zack climbed up onto the coffee table, shaking with anticipation. Shi pushed the various clutterings from its surface and crawled onto it, presenting hir rear and lifting hir tail high for hir sister.

"Very nice." Zelda praised, assessing Zack's entire display. "You're going to be such a good fuck."

Zelda stepped behind the other cheetah hermaphrodite, stroking hir rigid, shimmering cock as shi positioned hirself just right. Shi leaned forward, and Zack turned hir head around to watch hir former sister in the moments before they would be coupled again.

"Ok, you might feel a pinch or two at first," Zelda warned. "But you'll be in heaven in no time at all." Shi leaned forward, pressing hir tip against Zack's virgin folds. Zack sucked in a breath and braced to have hir new pussy penetrated. Shi wanted it so fucking badly.

With a thrust of hir hips, Zelda pressed into hir former brother. Zack let out a loud chirp, and hir claws extended, digging into the wooden surface beneath hir, peeling the varnish around hir furry fingers. Zelda was right, there was a pinch, but once it was over, it felt... incredible....and Zelda was but an inch inside hir, and there was still so far to go...

"Oh, fuck!" Zack cried. Zelda chuckled.

"Nice, isn't it. Feels like nothing that could compare?"

"Y-yes!" Zack replied wholeheartedly.

"Good, now moan for me," Shi commanded, fiendishly knowing shi'd get what shi asked for regardless of Zack's willingness to comply. Shi pressed ever onward, inch by euphoric inch, grunting as hir new cock was massaged by a female for the first time. Hir first time feeling what a man felt....

Zack did exactly what Zelda demanded of hir, not that shi needed to be told. Shi moaned out loud, a feline growl reverberating within the elation. The way each of the spines of their genitals slid around each other, the way Zelda stretched every inch of hir as shi pushed her tapered cock further inside. Zack couldn't wait until shi started thrusting. Shi was already eagerly pressing back against the former female.

"Agh!" Zelda half-grunted, half-moaned. Zack's love tunnel enclosed around hir cock in all the right ways. It took a few moments for hir to regain control of hir faculties, but when shi did shi threw hir hands to Zack's waist, gripped hir upper hips, and pounded into hir. Zack wailed, hir androgenous cries coming out as submissively feminine. Shi simply stuck her rear out to give hir former sister better access and let hir do all the work she needed to bring the two to an elevated climax.

Zelda didn't take long to climb onto the table with Zack, yearning to dominate the former male. Without interrupting hir hammering thrusts into the other, shi kneeled behind hir former brother and gripped hir hips tighter, slamming in and out of Zack like a pile driver. Zack just bounced off hir sister, hir upper body lowering as hir arms could no longer hold hir aloft. Hir breasts squished nearly flat beneath hir, grinding hir nipples against the varnish.

Zack drooled onto the coffee table's scratched, varnished surface, sucking in ragged breaths of the smoky air and exhaling moans of overwhelming bliss. Zelda snarled hir breaths in and out of hir open maw, growling a little bit louder with every exhale and every deepening thrust of hir cock into hir mate.

Zelda closed hir eyes, focusing on the intense pleasure of mating hir transformed brother. All was dark behind hir closed eyelids, all but for a spark of light, flickering like a candle taking on new life. This same light appeared in Zack's mind, glowing into the darkness created by hir closed eyes. This light that both cheetahs now experienced grew even more intense, illuminating their minds like a bursting star.

The area behind their eyes went white, and a spinning, falling feeling accompanied this blinding, imagined light. A new world was opening up for the two felines, a new world previously experienced by their counterpart.

There was one final transformation awaiting the two. They had undergone such wonderous changes to their physical forms, taking on identical bodies that let them share in every possible sensation the other previously could not. As their physical forms were now one and the same, it was time for their minds to become identical as well...

Their consciousnesses were bathed in a lifetime of experiences and memories. First, the endless expanse of hot, all-consuming illumination encompassed them, overtaking their conscious and subconscious minds. Then, gradually, the world their sibling had experienced for the past twenty years became them...

Zack relived every memorable moment of Zelda's life, every scraped knee, every flunked test, and every crush on a guy who barely noticed her. Her first kiss with Jake and her first time sleeping with Greg. Everything of note that had happened to her also happened to Zack. Hir memories melded with Zelda's, and because of this, so too did hir personality.

The same happened to Zelda, taking in Zack's memories and experiences. Books digested, chess tournaments won, his unloved time in boy scouts, his fears of asking out girls he fancied, his failure to stand up to bullies. A whole lifetime flowed into hir, and Zack became as much of Zelda as Zelda of Zack.

The two cheetahs happily rutted on the table, their transformations completing, making them identical twins in every sense of the word. They were one now, not sharing one gestalt mind but sharing the lives they'd both lived. To inhabit two lives at once was a feeling no one on Earth knew of until now. It was a whole other dimension of completeness.

This new height of mental being, this death of singular identity, sent the two into fits of ecstasy, finally allowing them a climax without parallel. It crashed down upon them like a tsunami. It was Zelda's, or rather, Zalda's, turn to fill hir former brother, and it was Zack's, or rather, Zeck's, turn to milk hir former sister of every last drop.

"Holy fuuuuuck!" Zalda cried. Hir cock exploded, gushing inside hir identical. Two twitching pulses of hir cock sent a torrent of hot cum spraying out from around hir feline cock as shi instantly filled hir former brother. It splattered against hir thighs and pelvis. It dribbled down Zeck's legs, pooling around hir knees on the table.

Zeck said no words, shi only took breaths in before releasing them in long, ragged moans that seemed to go on longer than was possible. Hir body rocked back and forth as Zalda rode hir. Hir pussy spasmed around Zalda's prick, squeezing it for all its worth. At the same time, hir own member reacted to the overflow of pleasure in hir lower body and joined hir former sister in spewing hir seed over the table's center surface. It spattered on hir arms, legs, and upper body. Finally, it pooled beneath hir, collecting in such volume that it began spilling over the sides onto the carpet.

They rode through their orgasms, Zeck cumming multiple times with hir new female parts. Even Zalda got a few climaxes from hir own female lips, a byproduct of the incredibly intense sensations radiating from hir new cock and prostate.

Hir knees went weak, and although shi wanted to continue fucking her other for as long as they weren't disturbed, shi could no longer stand, and found herself falling backward off her twin, the table, and into the armchair. The chair squelched with the added volume of cum from the hir thighs.

The feeling of Zalda's cock leaving hir quivering pussy so suddenly made Zeck groan in the pained absence of hir former sister inside hir. Slowly shi picked herself up off the table and turned so shi could sit on the edge across from hir former sister, soaking hir butt in Zalda's cum.

The two identical cheetahs stared at each other through the haze of yellowish smoke, panting as they attempted to catch their breath.

"Holy shit, that was...beyond the pale," Zalda remarked through panting breaths.

"Yeah..." The Zeck agreed. "You wanna go another time in the chair?"

"Fuck yes..." Shi replied. "Just give me a minute. That took a lot out of me."

"Same here..." Zeck breathed. Shi rested hir arms on hir legs, letting hir upper body hunch over without strain on hir back, tits bobbing with her movements. Hir matted tail twitched and swayed behind her contently.

"Aren't Mom and Dad going to be home soon?" Zalda asked.

"I'm not sure," Zeck answered. "I can't make out any of the clocks from here."

"Where's your phone?"

"It _was_on the table," Zeck informed. Shi began lethargically gazing around for hir device. After a few seconds of searching shi found it between hir feet. However, it had been knocked off the table and wound up beneath the stream of Zalda's baby gravy. The device was absolutely glazed in hir cum. Shi put the phone to her muzzle and began licking hir former sister's spooge off its black surface.

Zalda looked on with a devilish smile, watching hir former brother lick hir phone clean. Then, once every drop had been consumed, shi turned the screen to hir face and checked the time.

"Oof, looks like they'll be home any minute now," Zeck informed.

"That should be enough time for a quickie, yeah?" Zalda asked, cock stiffening once more at the idea of plowing hir double.

"Maybe, but does it really matter? Once they bathe in this extravagant incense, they'll experience the greatest anniversary gift of all...becoming truly one with one another...."

"I suppose you are right," Zalda replied, intrigued. "If we're still going at it by then, they could just...join us."

"Indeed." Zeck agreed. Shi stood up from the table and climbed into hir former sister's lap. Shi felt Zalda's cock tip rub through hir sticky pussy folds. Zeck relaxed hir legs and let hir twin's member impale hir. Shi moaned out into the dense buttermilk-scented air.

They began their carnal cycle once more, choosing to ignore the front door's deadbolt unlocking, despite it being loud enough to make their ears twitch.

The Facetime call between the former Zelda and her friend Carly had long been cut off. Carly would already be on her way over, and being only a ten-minute walk away, she should be close to arriving.

The two parents and one friend were merely extra bodies to the two cheetahs, ripe for joining their fun and joining with their egos. More spotted fur to snuggle, more genitals to play with, and of course...more memories and experiences to add to their own and share...