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"I swear that what I'm telling you is true; I'm not just making this up to make you think I'm cool or anything like that. Having a big sister like mine isn't anything like as cool as you think she is. No, no, I get it; she's cool, yeah, and she does that, sure... Ew, geez, don't say that, she's my sister, how am I supposed to know if she's hot!? ... Well, yeah we have, but... Let me finish, will you??

"She has this ... Other face, you know? Something past her seriousness. I mean, sure, everyone knows that she puts on a mask to be Student Body President or Class President or Track Club President or whatever. And I don't mean when she's at home, either. When her uniform comes off and it's time to relax, she becomes easy going and light-hearted, but past all that. Something my parents don't know about. Something I'm not supposed to know about, but I do, and...

"Well, yeah, she'd probably kick my ass if she found out, but don't go telling, okay...? And don't swear, a teacher might be listening in! I mean, I'm only telling you this because you're practically making me. You don't know what she'll do to you if you ask her out. Beyond the whole 'humiliate you in front of the entire school' thing, I mean."

"None of this will make sense if I don't start from the beginning. So... I mean... Hane was always kind of a brat to me. She's older by two years, but by the way she treats me, you'd think she was my mother. She was always pretty big for her age. Not like our dad; Dad's a huge tiger. Enormous guy! You've seen him at the teacher-parent things I bet. Don't be intimidated, though; for a seven-foot-tall white tiger guy, he's a big ol' softy. Hane and I both got our white fur and stripes from him, but if mom was ever upset I didn't take after her, she didn't show it. Probably because Hane took after her so much. I know you've seen my sister, but those tiger stripes are all over her entire body. She got mom's figure instead of dad's, though. Slim and trim. Taller than mom, 5' 9" or so, and mom's a tiny thing, but still nothing like dad. I kinda wish I'd taken more after dad like that; Hane wouldn't pick on me I bet if I got dad's height instead of mom's...

"Huh? Oh, right. Yeah; big for her age. The pictures make her look like she was almost six years old by the time she was barely three! And she's big all over, too. No, I don't mean her boobs, gross; I mean ... You know how in Sex Ed they taught us that there were boys and girls and some in between that kind of identify however they prefer? Yeah... Yeah, she is. Yes way! I'm telling you the truth. I knew you wouldn't believe it, that's why I brought this picture. She'd KILL me if she knew I'd brought a picture like this here. We were swimming at a cousin's place, and he pulled down her bathing trunks to try to see the bikini bottoms she swore she was wearing. Here, take a look...

"Heh. Yeah. Told you I wasn't kidding. That thing is huge. What? Of course it's soft, why would she be turned on? You're so gross; maybe I should've just let you ask her out, see how you get by telling her that! I don't know that every girl like her is .... _this_big, but she's easy twice the size as anyone in gym. Three times, most of them.

"... S-Shutup; the story's not about me, who cares how big I am!? Are you going to ask me out on a date next? The only reason I'm bothering with you is to save your life! Practically. Now shutup and listen already, gods...!"

* * *

Six years ago

The broad, wide halls of the Tenshi household filled that early morning with the same rhythmic, slow, guttural chanting that would come to fill it for years. Exercise was a sacred rite, and none of its participants - not the hulking tiger wrapped in his black karate gi, so big that even the large 'Dojo' room seemed shrunken in his presence, nor the two tiny forms in miniature versions of his own outfit would dare miss even a single day. He would thrust his arms forward, one outstretched at his own chest level and the other angled somewhat downwards, bellowing a "Hah!" that was muted only for the sake of his still sleeping wife; his two precious treasures flanking his either side mirroring the action with a squeaky, but still determined "Hah!" of their own. This ritual was broken only by the winded, but steady words he spoke down to the long-eared, lapine daughter to his right, looking down at her through the wall mirror they faced.

"Hane," he said, his voice making the very walls shake with its timbre, "Did you finish your homework last night?" His form shifted, moving one foot forward, knee bent, resting on his heel; the other leg came underneath him delicately, remarkably so for his size, and his arms relaxed. From kenpo to yoga in a discipline cobbled from many, the father lead his daughter and son into a meditative posture. They followed like his shadows.

"Yes sir," came his daughter's voice; level, smooth, and adult, despite its squeaky youth. He knew since the first words spilled from her mouth that she was going to take after her mother in her severity. She was in front of him now, as they turned to face the eastern wall, and the massive tiger chanced a look down at her form with an academic appreciation. Even before she was a teenager, she was going to be the apple of many young men's eyes, and as he looked from the cotton-ball tail she inherited from her mother, up her back past the swells of hips budding into maturity, to the erect, lapine ears that were angled backward with concentration, he redoubled his intentions. If he didn't have to fight men off from the front door, it was going to be because Hane was more than capable of doing it herself. His eyes lifted at last to the ceiling, satisfied, his tree-trunk arms pointing upwards with his gaze.

"Good," he said at last, after letting a long, pregnant moment fill the room, letting Hane feel the pressure of his consideration, letting her grow accustomed to just how it feels when even a two-word response is dissected for intention, deception, or guile. Another thirty seconds passed before he guided his children into their next form, turning once more to face opposite from where they had started, this time putting his son in front of him. His eyes had to dip significantly lower, this time, to fall upon the triangular ears of his son. Royce kept his form with practiced discipline, but his lips were visibly quirked downward, his green eyes flicking towards his father and back towards the wall. His father grunted; a kind of laugh and hum at the same time. "And Royce?" he said, waiting for a few seconds, daring his son to begin to excuse himself, daring him in that instant to speak out of turn. "...Did you finish your homework?"

Royce hesitated. His expression melted into several different strategies; to tell the truth, to risk humiliation in front of a sibling he already competes with? Or to lie, to deceive, to escape this room with his sense of self intact? The young boy was as easy to read as the morning paper... Just like mine, the father thought, his ears flickering with a mixture of pride and embarrassment. "I didn't, dad," he decides at last, taking advantage of the next form to look away, towards the next wall, so he wouldn't have to see his father's sharp, discerning gaze. It was short lived, though; this wall was also mirrored, and in his own slight, somewhat feminine frame, Royce saw his silhouette overshadowed by his father's massive frame, eyes burning through him in the reflection. His expression was one of obvious disdain, and it lingered for nearly every second of this third and final pose when at least, his father's expression melted, and he smiled.

"Finish before your mother wakes up. And stop trying to stay up as late as your sister," he says, his tone falling, growing conspiratorial, peeking over his shoulder as though Hane wasn't scarcely a foot away from him. "I think she peeked at your answers before you went to-"

Another "Hah!" filled the room as Hane delivered onto her accusing father a sharp, well practiced kick to the back of his knee. It would take vastly more effort than that to actually fell a man her father's size, but he played the part, and let out a growling whine, falling to his knee behind his son, looking over his shoulder with a cheeky grin. "Owwwwow, Hane; go easy on your old man, will you!?" he said, though her folded arms and green-eyed glare offered him no respite for his age. He rose again, feigning a soreness that didn't exist, and began limping to the door. "You two finish up... And your mother's sleeping in, so keep it down. I don't want you waking her up." He turned to the door, pushing it open, whispering to himself with barely contained glee. "...And so I can watch my cartoons in peace...!" he tells himself as he shuts the door once more, leaving his two darling children to their own devices in the house.

Almost immediately, both children collapsed to the ground, suddenly letting out their exhausted panting. As practiced as they had long since become, following their father's extraordinarily demanding working regimen, they didn't have the stamina to just go waltzing back out into the hallway as though they'd finished a leisurely jog; Hane and Royce both were severely winded, and groaned playfully at each other. "God, I thought you were gonna _die_this time," Hane said, laughing between her gasping breaths, rolling to her back and sprawling out beside her smaller brother. "Why didn't you finish your homework!? If it was a school day, you'd be dead where you stand!" Her teasing giggling gave way to her steadying breaths. Royce, on the other hand, didn't look quite so pleased.

"W-What!? It's your fault! You made me watch that stupid game with you all night," he said, the equally breathless boy struggling to get back to his knees, looking with a scowl to his sister. "Who even cares about those stupid fights, anyway? It looks so... So... _Gay,_like a couple of guys just hugging for forty five minutes!" Royce's sister tilted her head a little, suddenly giving her brother the same look his mother does when she's trying to decide where exactly it was Royce had heard his latest term. One of his newer friends, she decided; she didn't like the look of them.

"Look who's got a mouth now," she said, with the sing-song tone of a tattle-tale. Despite the attitude, however, she simply rose back to her feet, dusting off her Gi and starting her cool-down stretches. "And they're not gay, they're good. You should be watching close. Dad used to do it too; you wanna be as good as him one day, don't you?" She smirked, meeting her brother's eyes for a short moment as he finally stood again himself, joining her. They both knew that his father's example wasn't in Royce's future. His jaw wasn't going to be square, and his shoulders weren't going to be broad and back; he had gotten his mother's figure almost as much as Hane had. The suggestion sunk a little more into Royce's head, but he seemed resigned to it, now; these exercises would at least keep him from being outright mistaken for a girl when his clothes were off.

The two siblings moved dutifully together for another ten minutes, until all the aching hot spots across their bodies had been smoothed to a dull, pleasant soreness, the feeling of a job well done. Hane watched jealously as her brother's long serpentine tail lashed and whipped around as he finished, a trait she hadn't shared with her father like he did, and her eyes traveled to the base of it, to his hip, to his front... And there, her eyes twinkled, briefly. The boy was stretching backward, his hands low to his hips, and the motion made protrude something a little astonishing... Or at least, only relatively little. "What the hell?" she said, giving a playful grin, lifting her hand to point at the tented material. "Do you have a boner?"

With a quiet mewl and a sudden squeal, Royce stood upright, stock-still with his hands gripped to the hem of his Gi, tugging the material sharply down. His ears rose sharply pink, and he looked with wide eyes straight ahead. "N-No!" he said immediately, eyes turning slightly away. "Don't look, idiot! Geez!!" He immediately turned, moving briskly past his sister, though she didn't let him get away with it. She dexterously snatched his wrist, pulling it high, forcing her younger brother to stand on his toes. His free hand tried to keep the material covered, but there was no hiding the obvious signs of a boy going through puberty. Hane snickered, her eyes unabashedly staring at the modest bulge pressing forward.

"Little Roy is growing up at last," she said, letting out a playful Tch-Tch as she let his wrist down again. "No wonder you were all balled up on your side of the couch last night. Finally starting to discover the joys of morning wood and NRB's, huh?" she said, laughing as her struggling brother pushed the material of his garments down, suddenly self conscious in a way he had never once been before in his life.

"W-What would you know about it, anyway?" he said, recinching his belts tightly. He kept his body forward, away from his sister. The many mirrored walls made the gesture futile, but at least it enabled him to see the look of unabashed mischief that oozed across her face, a sly smile he hadn't seen before stretching her lips. Her teeth were revealed, showing off that there was at least _some_features she took from her father; those vicious canines and razor-sharp chompers didn't come from her mother, that's for sure.

"Kind of a lot, kiddo," she said, and she made the first lewd gesture towards her own brother she'd ever make. The moment stayed burned into his head for the rest of his life; his sister, the girl he'd always thought she was, gripping suddenly at the leg of her pants, and wrapping a fist around ... something. Something that bulged through its material almost to her knee; something that waggled lewdly as she shook it in the loose garment she wore. Of course, Royce had known what she was; he always had. They bathed when they were young, after all, like all siblings did. It hadn't struck him as weird, that his big sister had a 'big sister thing', and he didn't exactly have a big sample size for comparison. At that age, he may as well have thought everyone had one. But a few years ago, they'd stopped, and the subject never came up in his head again, until now. Until suddenly his sister was showing off just how_big_ a sister she'd become in the years since she'd gone through her own puberty. Its every facet was on display in the black material of her gi, from the bulbous head to the slightly veined shaft. Even flaccid, he knew that thing was giant, and he felt the breath catch in the back of his throat. Royce knew, before then, but now... he _knew_knew.

His eyes stayed glued to his sister's reflection for a long moment before he realized what he was doing; before he realized that his sister had noticed his stare, before he had a chance to look to her face and see the gears and apertures whirring to life in her own head. Now _she_knew, too. Synapses that had never before been connected in her brain met at last, and her evening's plans came together in her head in the span of a breath. She finally stepped forward, bumping into Royce's shoulders as she passed him to the door, knocking him free of his stupor. "Don't worry. It's a lot of fun," she said, her tone suspiciously casual. "Just don't let mom catch you. You'll... probably wanna launder your own sheets from now on."

Royce wouldn't figure out why that might be for a few hours yet.

* * *

Hane showered first, and as always, her shower was long. Royce didn't mind, exactly; his father hadn't showered, either, and he didn't feel guilty, moving into one of the two family rooms that existed in the enormous home they grew up in. His father took up damn near the entirety of the couch he sat on, giggling with a child-like glee that was entirely unlike his enormous frame suggested, watching some children's cartoon on the TV. "Daaaad," Royce said, collapsing into the crook of his father's arm while he waited for his turn in the bathroom, "Can we watch something else for once?" Brightly pastel characters sauntered from one side of the screen to the other, jovially discussing whatever one equine or another had done. His father gave another few gleeful laughs before wrapping an arm around the boy.

"No, son," he said, his tone suddenly gruff, almost growling. "Now be quiet and learn something about friendship." Then he began giggling again.

For a long hour, this curious father-son time went on, peppered with occasional complaints but more often with shared laughter - one voice deep and boisterous, the other shy - until Hane's voice heralded news for them both. "Shower's free, squirt!" she called down from the far end of the hallway. "And mom says to turn the cartoons off and get breakfast started!" Royce's father let out a sudden scowl of disappointment, alongside an audible growl, but dutifully turned the enormous television off and stood.

"No rest for the wicked, my boy. And finish your homework." Father and son shared a knowing look to one another as they parted ways, one to the large kitchen adjacent to the second family room, the other down the hall after his sister. Royce stopped in front of his sister's door as he passed it. It was shut, as it always was, now; for the past few years, anyway. He swiveled an ear towards it, leaning closely, but all he heard was the same gentle trickle of music that always came from within, now, and it signaled that she wasn't to be disturbed. He wrinkled his nose a little bit; she was probably doing something gross. And _girly._He moved on without a word, stopping by his room only long enough to gather his chosen outfit for the day before going into the shower. He stripped down out of his uniform, putting it into the laundry hamper where his sister's already waited, and stepped into the shower with a long, relaxed sigh; as exhausting as these early morning workouts were, it was the elation of letting that soreness melt away under hot, high pressure water that made every morning worthwhile for him. He let himself soak in it for a short while before he finally looked down, pushing the hair out of his eyes, only to quirk a little bit.

Royce leaned forward towards the wall in front of him, leaning in, nostrils flaring. Something of an unfamiliar scent wafted off the wall, oozing down it. He turned his head, lifting a finger and wiping it through the streak; it was one of several dozen long tendrils of the stuff, and Royce let out a quiet, confused mewl. It looked like someone had pounded a conditioner bottle and sprayed its contents all over the shower! With sudden realization, Royce huffed, letting out a growl - something rather kittenish, compared to his father - and took the shower head off its stand, pointing it to the wall. She thinks she's_so_ funny, wasting his conditioner like this; she of all people should know how finicky his fur can get. She has the same stupid fur! He grumbled to himself as he dutifully washed the mess of soap down into the drain, scuffing a foot over it a little as certain thicker chunks caught themselves there, and when he was at last finished, he replaced the shower nozzle and finally turned to wash himself. He took up his bottle of conditioner, and blinked. He bounced it in his grip a little, hefting its weight... Still full?

After his shower, he emerged to the kitchen, finding his family already waiting there just as breakfast was finished, and he sat down to enjoy it, the bizarre shower prank falling out of his head. The rest of the day went more or less as expected; a stint at the grocery store to pick up items for the week, a lazy afternoon playing games with or without his sister as her mood lead her, and finally, a night of quiet relaxation, music playing through a large stereo system as he and his sister worked together at the dining room table. He kicked his feet along the floor, humming along with the tune, while his sister sat with a bowl of late-night cereal. He looked up at her only on occasion to ask her help with some problem or another, math or history or any other subject she excelled at, though she became progressively more distracted. Eventually, she was hunched over the table, almost in pain, or so it looked; her cheeks red, her long ears tipped backward. Royce blinked, and suddenly stood up. "Hey... Hey, Hane, are you okay?" he said, his tone overtly concerned.

Hane just nodded, letting out a soft hiss. "Y-Yeah. Chill for a second. It'll ... pass." Royce didn't look convinced, though he did sit back down, his hand staying on the back of his chair, elbow along the table as he watched curiously. His sister's expression morphed; pain, at first, and then relief, and at last... Calm. Or clarity. Or something; her cheeks were red, and her tongue lolled just slightly. His ears were keen enough to hear the soft pattering of fluid on the floor between them, but his attention was too much on his concern for his sister to pay it any mind. Presently, after a minute passed by, she sat back, letting out a ginger 'phew!' as she did, looking up to her brother with an adoring look on her face. "Hey," she said to him, that mischievous smile from that morning returning to her lips. "Would you do something for me?"

Royce looked confused; his eyebrows creased in suspicion, and he turned his head away a little. Doing his best to imitate his father's 'dissecting everything you say' expression. "...Why? What do you want? What was that all about? Are you okay?"

Hane just let out a soft, playful, exasperated sigh, and nodded. "Yes, I'm fine; and I'll show you what that was about. Just close your eyes for a sec, alright?" Royce opened his mouth to complain again, but his sister stole his words. "Just do it, or I'll tell mom and dad you-"

She didn't need to finish that sentence. It didn't matter what she threatened him with; the promise of swift, even if undeserved, discipline from their parents was enough to cow either sibling into doing ... Whatever. His eyes shut tightly. "Just hurry," he said at last, folding his elbows in front of him on the table. A few seconds went by as his sister silently got up, moving carefully towards him... Then, all at once, he felt his mouth cupped by her hand. That was enough by itself to surprise him, but more than that... her hand was soaked.

"Drink it," she said quietly, almost hurriedly. Her breath was bated, like she were biting her lip as she spoke, and when his mouth parted to complain, he felt fingers and a sudden rush of fluids press into his mouth. Quiet, mewling mrowls filled the living room, empty save for the siblings, one struggling to swallow whatever sudden warm, vaguely salty fluid was forcing its way onto his tongue, the other quietly muting his complaints with her hand. It was a surprising mouthful of whatever it was, and out of panic, he inhaled it; it made him cough, at first, but her fingers muted that, too, and panicked resignation forced him to slurp and suck ... _whatever_it was back off her fingers. She didn't let him up until it was nearly clean, and when finally her fingers left his mouth, she was already whisking her way back down the hall.

"W-What the hell was that!?" He said, his tone a loud, hissing whisper, worried their parents might hear. Hane turned briefly, turning, her breath hard; Royce thought at first she might still be in pain, but there was no mistaking the look in her eyes. He didn't understand fully what lust was, or at least lust as Hane had demonstrated it, but without a doubt, it was a look he knew nobody else was supposed to see in that moment save for him...

* * *

Present day ... again

"... Wait, wait, wait... What the hell?" A boy's boisterous laugh snapped Royce out of his concentration. He was fifteen years old, at present; a sharp green-and-white trimmed uniform hung from his shoulders as he almost sleepily looked to his friend, hiding there beneath the windows of an empty classroom during lunch. Well, friend might be speaking highly of him; Royce and Don were barely acquainted, but when word had gotten out that this pastel-green colored rabbit boy was going to ask out his big sister, well... It had by now become his mission to keep as many out of her line of fire as possible. Don, it seemed, was missing this gracious gesture. His blazer hung open, dress shirt messily unbuttoned, tie slung low around his collar as he laughed. "Are you telling me... Your sister made you eat her _jizz?_And you just _let her?_And now you're saying....!" His apparent mirth over Royce's situation took control of his words. The tigerboy just looked on with steadily growing eyes.

"No... What? No, I mean, you just need to understand... I didn't know at the time what it was, just... Listen to me...!"

But before he could be given sense, Don had already climbed to his feet, brushing off the brambles they'd been sat in, hiding behind a row of hedges during lunch. "Whatever, dude; I'm just gonna go ask her out, okay? And if you're lucky, _maybe_I won't tell her your weird creepy stories you offered," he said, and then with a snicker, waved his hand behind him as he walked towards the main entryway. "Later, weirdo...!"

Royce sat for a moment, watching with glum resignation. Don didn't know what he was getting himself into. He wasn't the first boy to ask her out, but he was going to become only the latest to find out why none of them were currently dating the most untouchable beauty in Kingston Academy; and the latest to find out why Royce was the only one wandering around, trying to tell her secret to anyone who would listen, before it was too late. Before they-

"So he didn't believe you, huh? Lucky me; guess he's looking for me as we speak?" The cool, even tone suddenly coming from above him nearly had Royce leaping straight to the roof; its sudden presence certainly made him yowl loudly enough. It earned him a giggle from above. "Quiet down, squirt," his sister said. She wasn't seen through the window, the unused classroom beyond dark, but the slight crack told immediately all that needed to be said; she'd heard everything. Royce rubbed the back of his head, ears pinned backwards, tail all bottle-brush.

"Geeez... Don't do that....! Why do you insist on...." His complaints were drowned out by the slow, playful, pretty giggle of his sister, just on the other side of the glass, only her long, erect ears silhouetted from the bottom of it.

"Whatever... I'll see him between sixth and seventh period, and it's not like he's actually gonna go telling anybody all that shit you just said... Even_I_ scarcely believe you," she said, her giggling overcoming her once more. Royce just stood, defeated and somehow a little nervous, buttoning his blazer again. He knew what was coming now, after all; as their father had taught them years ago, there was no point in trying to delay the inevitable. Once you're found out, stand up tall; maintain your dignity; face your punishment. Of course, Royce thought, he doubted his father ever faced Hane's ... _punishments._One more heavy moment passed before she spoke again. "Come inside. There's still half the lunch hour, and you're gonna need to get an early start today for that little stunt, aren't you...?"

Her brother winced a little bit, a sinking feeling falling in. He'd just been caught trying to give up his sister to a suitor; he wasn't exactly feeling like being charitable. "... Why don't you get Samantha to..."

Hane's words cut him off, or rather, the tut of her tongue cut him off; words enough, for how pregnant their meaning. "Your girlfriend's sick today." He could almost hear her smile in the brief pause between her breaths. "I couldn't possibly guess why. Give her a call after school, would you? ... Now come in."

Royce just whined, and made his way out of the hedges, towards one of the side entryways into the enormous building that was the private academy he and his sister both attended. Of course; why had he thought it'd be safe to hide underneath this classroom? She had keys to every room except the Janitorial staff rooms and the administrative offices. He didn't regret what he'd tried; Don might regret it now, but Royce was used to what was coming. Had been for nearly six years now. Still, even with all that practice... His jaw hurt just thinking about what he was going to spend the rest of his lunch doing to make up to his sweet, big, _big_sister.