FSE

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An anonymous commission.

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Well at least I'm not as high as the Needle...

Michael smiled a little at the small comfort, staring out of his new office at Seattle’s landmark tower. The Eaton Enterprises tower was a corporate citadel, built to house the business empire his grandfather had founded and his father had grown, but it didn't commit the sin of standing higher than the Space Needle. He had to admit the view was spectacular, especially on such a bright day like this one. When he was little and his mother brought him over to visit has father's office, he would stick himself against the nearest window and stare in awe at the city spread out before him. He'd known the work his father was in, the family business he was being groomed to take over, but he didn't really think much of it back then.

He'd grown up around anthro servants all his life - strange-looking mixes of animal and human that had been serving mankind since... well there were no historical records of anthros existing as anything other than slaves in human societies across the globe. With the march of time, some of their labor was taken over by machines, but since machines lacked finesse the demand for anthro servants was still very high, and their prices could vary from affordable to outrageous for well-trained specimens with a fine pedigree. He'd been surrounded by the later kind, since his family raised, trained and sold anthros, something he'd never had a problem with.

But the years he'd spent away at college had introduced him to a different world, and to things that had been carefully kept from him. Bozeman had been a change in scenery in more ways than one, especially since Montana was one of the places that had decided to emancipate anthros. There weren’t many of them at college, but he’d seen anthros around town, just going about their lives. It had been a bit of a culture shock to the young man who’d never considered the lives of the animal-people could really be theirs to own.

Among his fellow, there was a strong abolitionist sentiment, and during those years Michael had been exposed to those things he'd been shielded from - the realities behind facilities where anthros were bred by force when need be, taken from their mothers and raised in a harsh, unforgiving environment meant to break and groom them for service. And he learned of how some of them were expected to serve. Even after his mother's passing his father never took a bedslave, or at least hadn't kept one at home, but apparently that was a very lucrative market. He didn't doubt for a second that his father would ignore such an opportunity for profit.

He learned of the risks anthros and humans took to free as many slaves as they could, smuggling them to those places in the world where the right to own a person didn't extend. He'd grown to sympathize with them, and his return to his old life had been awkward, to say the least. Especially when his father made the announcement that he was making him vice-president of operations, a lofty position that would set him on the way to taking over the family business. The mere thought was enough to make the young man's stomach turn. His current job covered mainly the business side of things, and if he ignored what the sums being paid meant and what the distribution networks were distributing, he could almost pretend his new company sold products and not people.

"Enjoying the view?" came a familiar voice, startling the young man who'd been lost in troubled thoughts to the point that he didn't hear his father come in. It helped that Henry Eaton didn't bother to knock when entering someone else's office. One tended to act like they owned the place when they literally did...

"It... brings back memories..." Michael said, trying to hide his unease.

"The top floor... still, not quite as grand as the CEO's office. Gives you something to strive for..." he said, resting a hand on his son's shoulder and smiling more in satisfaction than warmth. “Settling in here won’t be as hard as you might think…” his father continued, addressing the sentiments his son had brought back along with his diploma. “In college, young people are taken off the leash for the first time and there is a strong urge to indulge, or overindulge in alcohol, drugs… and naïve idealism. But all of those things tend to cloud a person’s judgment, and are best left behind when school is done.” The man said in a firm, lecturing tone.

“I guess…” Michael replied. He didn’t agree with his father, but he didn’t have a lot of options in life right now. He also didn’t have any student loans because his dad had paid for his education, under the agreement that Michael would work for the family company for a minimum of five years. His father was certain that his son would take to the family business by then and would continue the Eaton family legacy, but in spite of the fancy office and the salary Michael couldn’t help but think of this as a sort of sentence.

"How do you like your new apartment? Everything to your liking, I hope?" his father asked, breaking his train of thought.

"Yeah but... it seems a little big for just me..." he said, remembering how creepy the luxurious apartment had felt with just him and a bunch of stylish but empty rooms.

"Well there is something missing..." he said, giving a few raps on the door and standing aside as two short, furry figures filed neatly and quietly in, standing beside the two humans and awaiting further instructions.

Raccoons, both of them, two young women who looked so much alike they must have been twins, each one wearing a tight black skirt and a white blouse. Not ostentatious clothing by any means, but flattering. Michael took in the svelte bodies that stood at most five feet tall. Both of the girls stood with their hands clasped behind them, their thick tails held low but not curled, ears perked and heads held high, looking attentive while not making unsolicited eye-contact.

"Introductions." his father said, his tone not exactly cold but definitely not the same one he'd used in the conversation with his son and heir. If they had been human, his father would have done the honor of making the introductions, but anthros were not afforded even such basic considerations.

"My name is Jamie..." said the girl to the left.

"My name is Riley..." added the other in a voice that was no less anxious than the first but also struck Michael as a little more demure and a little husky.

"We look forward to serving you..." the left one said, trying to sound as if she really was.

"... and hope that you will find us satisfactory." said the girl to the right.

"S-serving?" Michael asked turning to his father.

"Yes. These two were rated at the top of their group this year, so I had them set aside as your housewarming gift. They are trained in office work as well as domestic servants, so once you take them home that place should feel a little less empty.” His father said, leaving him to stare into two bandit-masked faces of the girl he now owned…

*******

“Here you go, Master. Sorry, Michael!” Jamie said, correcting herself after seeing him wince.

She set the glass down in front of him and to the young man’s relief remembered to sit down. He’d grown up around servants standing at attention all around him, but in his mind he knew they were doing it because it was the sort of thing his father expected. Now that he had a pair of… servants of his own, and after being away from that kind of environment for years, he found that a lot of things that had once been normal now sort of… chafed his psyche.

“The weather’s cleared up so traffic should be light today. You have that meeting with the overseas investors at noon, but the monthly report by the department heads has been re-scheduled for Thursday…” she explained while her twin busied herself in the kitchen.

Michael had no choice but to accept the two as a token of his father’s generosity, but he was still very uneasy about having the pair of raccoons to wait on him hand and foot. The twins, for their part didn’t seem to understand why he was so anxious and why he insisted of taking care of himself when it was obvious he wasn’t very good at it. Michael had figured he could handle laundry, but a student’s wardrobe wasn’t exactly demanding in that respect, and after Riley had stopped him just as he was about to stuff a tailored dry-clean only suit into the machine, he’d reluctantly agreed to let the girls handle that. He’d never been of much use in the kitchen, and while both Jamie and Riley seemed to good cooks he didn’t like the idea of them cooking, serving him and cleaning up on top of their other duties. The exception was the smoothie he was even now sipping. He never had much of an appetite in the morning, but the twins seemed to know just what to throw in a blender to start his day right.

He figured they still had plenty to keep them busy. They’d wake before him every morning and one of them would be dressed in a maid’s uniform while the other would be in a skirt and blouse. The two would take turns either staying home and doing the cleaning and shopping while the other followed him to work and served as his office assistant. It felt particularly wrong considering what his family business was, but the girls seemed to have a thicker skin about this sort of thing than he did.

The first few days had been awkward to say the least, but the first night was definitely the worst part. He’d been ready for bed when the girls had shown up, asking if he would want them to join him. They’d been wearing matching nightgowns – sleek, thin, and leaving the shoulders and much of the girls’ legs exposed. He’d turned them down as politely as he could and bid them goodnight before darting into his room, laying on a bed that was clearly big enough to accommodate three.

He was also reasonably sure he’d done it in time for the twins not to notice the tent in his pajamas. He’d never take advantage of them like that, but his objections had nothing to do with how the girls had looked. Wearing so little it was obvious they weren’t identical twins. Their faces were completely alike, but from the neck down it was plain nature had been more generous with Jamie than with her sister. Standing at about five feet tall the girl was petite, but at nineteen her body had enough firm curved to look womanly rather than girlish. Her nightie had billowed out in the chest and again at the hips as she posed for him.

Riley hadn’t been as fortunate in that respect. Although beautiful, she had a chest flat enough that she probably didn’t need to bother with a bra, and her figure looked more girlish than womanly. But she had looked cute even so, standing with her chest thrust out and her narrow hips cocked, using poise to make up for feminine assets that nature hadn’t provided. If they had made that offer of their own free will, Michael honestly wasn’t sure which one he’d have chosen. After that, he’d begun his celibate period which was stretching into its third month. He’d never been into one-night flings and random hook-ups, and while he had never had trouble finding a date he didn’t see much future in it. Sooner or later he’d need to bring the girl over to his place, and any sort of woman he’d want to be with wouldn’t have anything to do with him once she found out he owned slaves.

But the twins didn’t really seem sure what to do with him either. They’d been trained to adjust to the demands of their owner, but hadn’t expected an owner who was reluctant to demand anything. But during this time their awkwardness had enough time to grind against each other to wear away at some of the rough edges. If things kept up like this, behind closed doors the three of them might wind up living like roomies, if he ignored the fact that two of them had no choice but to live there. Although for the next five years, I’m not exactly free either… he thought, wondering if his father was aware of the irony.

*******

Michael smiled a little smile of triumph and relief as he flashed his keycard and pushed the door of his apartment open. It had been on Oscar-worthy performance - the simulated pain and unease, the disappointment that he'd be missing the company's luxury cruise that all the senior managers had been chirping about for the past few weeks - a chartered super-yacht, Michelin-grade dining and of course plenty of 'entertainment'. He was a bit surprised there was no one to meet him at the door since he'd left both of the twins at home, but it was still quite early for him to be back. He'd only just stayed at work for an hour or so, to convince everyone that his health had declined overnight. For all he knew, the raccoons were running some chores.

"Mas-Michael!" came the cry from the head popping up over the back of the big leather sofa, one of a matching pair. He'd apparently been silent enough to startle the twins, who had in turn startled him. He guessed he must have looked ridiculous since a second later both of the raccoons were standing in front of him with their heads bowed, which explained why Jamie had almost called him 'Master'...

"Our apologies! We didn't expect you until much later, or we never would have..." Jamie said in that distressingly trained tone.

"Hey, it's okay. You just gave me a bit of a fright, but I don't have a heart condition or anything..." he said, speaking softly and hoping to put them at ease.

"W-with your permission, we'll be properly dressed in just a..." Riley said, her thinner voice doing a worse job of hiding her tension than Jamie's.

"Wait, is that it?" Michael said, getting a good look at them.

The lingering smell of freshly shampooed fur explained why Riley was in a fluffy lilac bathrobe, and since Jamie was wearing a loose cami and a very snug shorts over dry fur he guessed she'd beaten her sister to the shower. He cupped each girl's cheek, a move he'd learned did a good job of getting them out of this submissive mood. It might have seemed patronizing, but since both of them were even now leaning a little into his touch and relaxing noticeably, he figured he could be excused. It occurred to Michael that this was the first time he'd seen them in anything other than a maid uniform, a secretary’s outfit or a nightgown.

"Don't worry, you didn't do anything wrong. I'm the bad boy here - I just lied about being sick to get out of work. Well... work-related obligations..."

"The cruise?" Jamie asked, relaxing a little since it was obvious their owner didn't much care about their casual state of dress.

"That ship has sailed, and luckily I'm not on it. And since I'm supposed to be sick I'm going to be home for the next few days, so I don't expect you two to act professional 24/7. I think we could all do with some relaxation, and on that note..." he said, reaching into the fancy modern chill-chest meant to reproduce the temperature and humidity of an old-timey wine cellar. He popped the cork open and grabbed three glasses, pouring for the twins before they could politely decline for the sake of propriety. Thankfully the past months had softened their living situation into something that resembled normalcy and as they all settled in on the couch sipping their drinks and contemplating which show they wanted to binge, one could almost imagine they were just roommates, and not stuck in a relationship Michael could no longer think of as anything other than sick.

The weather outside was miserable and could but the bottle soon ran empty and once it did the trio were relaxed enough not to give a damn. The twins sat on either side of him and had at some point snuggled up against him. Riley was being lady-like and content just to rest her head against his shoulder, but her sister was either having a harder time getting comfy or was too frisky to stand still, and tended to writhe against him every once in a while. Michael had drunk just enough to feel well and truly relaxed, possibly for the first time since he got back home. Relaxed enough that he definitely didn't mind two cute girls on either side of him, but was only when he felt a brush against what he realized was a bona-fide tent in his pants that it occurred to him he was enjoying it too much. It was Jamie's paw caressing him, but Riley wasn't looking at the TV anymore either, and if she was shocked at her sister's behavior she didn't show it.

"Jamie, what are you..." he began but she actually shushed him.

"Don't worry about it. You have needs... and quite frankly so do we..." she said, her voice playful but her words clear. She'd tossed back a few glasses but didn't seem to be actually drunk as she pulled his zipper down and fished his erection out. Both pairs of bandit-masked eyes focused on what Jamie was now cradling in a deft little paw.

"You know you don't have to..." he said, muffling a groan as fingers wrapped around him.

"We know..." she said, keeping her touch light as she gave him a few strokes.

"This isn't servility, this is gratitude..." husked Riley, nuzzling his neck as a hand slid along his chest.

"We want to share with you something you could have just taken, but never did. Besides, you are on vacation, aren't you?" Jamie asked sweetly, kissing her way up his neck until she provoked a response.

Lips met muzzle and as Jamie moaned softly into the kiss he could taste the wine they'd all shared, especially when her tongue flicked against his before darting back into the raccoon’s mouth. Michael answered the provocation, pushing his own past the sharp little teeth and drawing another moan from the girl gripping his shaft even harder. Deft hands worked to peel his pants back as much as they would go before they sought out his sack with a gentle touch. Riley waited patiently for her sister to finish her kiss, and when Michael turned toward her she had her eyes closed and her ears flicked back well before their lips met.

There was no playful teasing from the demure twin, just a shudder as the waifish body melted against his own as the raccoon girl lost herself in the kiss. Hands continued to stroke and fondle down there, the twins switching seamlessly and reminding him that even though he was bigger, he was outnumbered two to one. Jamie wasn't so cruel as to interrupt his kiss with her sister, but she was reminding him of her presence by rubbing her chest against him, her thin top and his shirt doing little to mask the sensation of firm feminine flesh being pressed against him by the horny raccoon.

Small, nimble paws continued to explore, or possibly just tease him, and it was Michael’s turn to moan when he felt hot breath against his shaft just before his glans was engulfed by the muzzle he’d been kissing moments before. Hands moved out of the way as the lips slid down along his erection, his legs tensing as Jamie took everything he had, his glans settling into her throat before she pulled off, twirling her tongue around his. It was only when a panting Riley broke their kiss that he got a good look at what her twin was doing.

Jamie was stretched out on the sofa, her breasts resting on his thigh as she moved her head up and down on his lap, her ears giving an occasional flick as her tongue did a lot more than that. She was moaning softly around him, and if she wasn’t into this she was putting on a damn good act. Her eyes were closed most of the time, but every once in a while the twinkly brown orbs would look up at him from deep within that mask of black fur, impish behind long lashes as the girl they belonged to worked him over.

With a parting glance Riley also sank down opposite her twin, the two looking identical now that Jamie’s feminine assets were out of sight. Her flat-chested sister’s behind was no less curvaceous, and with nothing better to do with hem, Michael let his hands settle just under the fluffy ringed tails, feeling up the perky butts of the girls working him over in tandem. As Jamie’s lips slid up along his erection, Riley kissed along the bare shaft until her lips met her sister’s, the two of the kissing around his glans until Jamie passed the tip to her twin with a push of her tongue. Riley closed her lips around him and slid her muzzle down in a perfect imitation of her sister’s maneuver.

They worked in perfect tandem, the two gorgeous faces a mirror image of each other as they took turns suckling and licking every inch of his cock. Michael didn’t want to think about how they knew to do this, the whole thing was so seamless it was hard to believe they were just making it up as they went along. He knew that his conscience might bother him later on but as his toes curled he didn’t have the willpower to turn down what the twins were giving him. Muzzles worked in tandem, running up and down his length, nuzzling and licking the sack under it, physical proof of how pent up he was. The raccoons had pointed teeth but he didn’t feel anything but full, velvety lips and curious, writhing tongues. Every once in a while the sisters would meet and share a kiss around his glans, passionate enough to make him wonder what sort of relationship they had. He was, after all, the only one who’d slept alone in his bed so far.

“Unghhh. I’m… gonna…” he grunted, feeling everything from his toes to his thighs clench up.

The twins cupped his sack, and he could feel it twitch in those soft paws as the girl tongue-wrestled around his tip, the purple-pink glans swelling as it shot the first rope of white goo over the twisting tongues. His hands clenched raccoon rumps as his testes were juggled, the twins seeming determined to coax everything he could give them. His shaft twitched and throbbed, sending milky ropes flying across tongues and muzzles but the girls were nothing and not diligent, and by the time he was spent and reeling both his softening erection and their faces were immaculately clean. They crept up to rest their heads against his chest even as it heaved while Michael fought to catch his breath.

“God, that… that was…” he gasped.

“I’m glad we could please you. You’ve been kind to us…” Jamie purred.

“…and I will be. Just let me get some breath back.”

“You don’t have to.” Riley husked.

“That’s nice, but gratitude goes both wa…” he began but stopped dead when he felt something hot and wet poke against his thigh. One look down showed him that Riley’s robe had come open while she was writhing against him, showing a very unsubtle proof that he’d made a wrong assumption about Jamie’s twin. He wasn’t sure what his face must have looked like as his eyes focused on the little pink erection, but it definitely scared the twins. In the bling of an eye they were kneeling in front of him, ears folded and their masked eyes showing panic.

“We’re sorry Master, we didn’t mean to… please, don’t punish my brother, he never meant to deceive you…” Jamie pleaded, while Riley looked frozen in fear.

“Whoa, calm down! I’m surprised, but I’m… I’m not upset.” He said, realizing that he really wasn’t. He’d never really considered males attractive, but looking down at Jamie’s twin he still had a hard time as seeing Riley as one, even though that had been an undeniably hard raccoon-rod rubbing against him. “I’m the one who made the assumption. And yeah, now that I think about it the chest should have been a give-away. But Riley wore the same clothes as you did, and he kind of…” he began before stopping short.

“…he’s a little more ladylike?” Jamie finished, the corners of her muzzle curving up a little.

Riley still seemed scared, his lower lips quivering as he looked up at Michael. He could still taste those lips on his own, the warmth of that waifish body pressed against him. He wasn’t sure what his feeling for males were, but affection aside Michael couldn’t deny he was still attracted to Riley every bit as much as he was to Jamie. He reached out to cup the raccoon’s tiny chin, tilting his muzzle up as he bent down. He saw the tail puff up behind him as their lips met, felt Riley tense up in surprise before those big brown eyes closed and he melted into the kiss. His lips were soft, and even muffled his moan was sweet. He decided that Riley would need to be hung like a draft horse for his view of him to change.

He straightened up ever so slowly, the slender raccoon keeping his lips locked on his as he clambered up along his body, the deft little paws still trembling from fright even though he was sure Riley knew he didn’t mind what he was. Hell, if the two hadn’t done such a good job of draining him, he was sure he’d be sporting another erection by now. Ever her twin’s shadow, Jamie climbed up with them. She wasn’t interrupting the two, but Michael could feel her taking hold of his wrist and guiding his hand until it was resting on a firm furry breast.

He couldn’t help but wonder if this was Jamie making her point after he’d almost stumbled and admitted he found Riley to be more ladylike, but as the hot little nipple firmed up against his palm he figured she might just be taking him up on his offer to return the favor. Michael didn’t need any more urging either way, his fingers closing as he groped blindly but well enough to make the raccoon girl moan and thrust her chest out against his hand. She had no trouble filling out either a blouse or a mind’s uniform, but he realized that her short stature made her look bustier than she was. The short-furred boobie in his hand fit very comfortably in his hand, and judging by the noises Jamie was making it was very sensitive.

While he groped the firm furry boob with one hand, Michael slid the other one down Riley’s neck, along that flat chest where he could feel his heart beating against his fingertips, down the trim tummy until he brushed against firm bare flesh. The waifish boy froze for a moment, and quite frankly so did Michael. But only for a moment. He brushed the backs of his fingers along the underside of the hard little shaft, feeling wetness cling to them as he quickly ran out of soft bare skin and found himself brushing his hand against the bunched-up sheath that had been hiding Riley’s modest endowment and two tony but very firm nuts in a pouch covered in a fuzz finer than even the rest of the raccoon’s freshly washed fur.

It wasn’t exactly new territory for Michael, but this was his first time touching a cock without feeling that same cock being touched. He closed his hand around Riley’s boy-bits, quite easily too, the moment he felt the grip the femmy raccoon kissing him couldn’t help buck those girlish hips on instinct. Jamie seemed to notice what they were doing because he found his hand being gripped gently but firmly once again and pulled down from her breasts to the top of her trim tummy. She released him then, either out of a sense of propriety or just a desire to have him take the initiative, but Michael didn’t need more of a hint than that.

He could feel the fuzzy abs quiver under his fingertips as it slid lower until just like with Riley the fur gave way to warm, wet skin. But unlike her twin, there was no stiff little surprise just like the one he had a fist around right now. Her legs opened and so did the flower his hand was pressed against, a high, eager sigh reaching his ear as he palmed the silk-skinned sex. As eager as he was and as eager as the twins seemed, it occurred to Michael that he wasn’t really going to get anything done when he had to divide his attention between the two horny raccoons.

He began slowly raising his hands, almost lifting Jamie up with the one cupping her crotch, while Riley rose out of an instinctive desire to keep his slender rod within Michael’s grip. The twins caught on and a moment later they were side to side in front of him, each one with an arm around the other’s waist as the human in front of them worked them in tandem. He pushed a second finger into Jamie’s dripping slit with his left while his other right pumped Riley’s boy-bits. Seen up close, his masculine endowments were barely more generous than his feminine ones, with only the pink tip of his erection sticking out of Michael’s fist.

The twins kissed every now and again, muzzles pressing together just hard enough to muffle their moans and gasps as they displayed more than just filial affection. After a while Michael became convinced they were trying to reach their peak together, a sweet notion and one that he found intensely arousing at the moment. He did his best to help them along, pulling Jamie closer and sticking his face between her legs. He wasn’t sure if he should offer the same courtesy to Riley, but the bandit-masked boy seemed to be enjoying himself, his girlish hips moving as he humped into the fist gripping his slender cock. His field of vision was limited to the creamy-gray fur covering Jamie’s trim tummy, and looking up he could see the raccoon girl looking lovingly down at him over the peaked tips of her breasts. It was a high gasp from Riley that drew his attention away, and as the slender cock in his grip began to twitch he could see that his sister’s hand had wandered down from the small of his back.

There was no mistaking Jamie’s pumping motion, or the effect it was having on her twin, and since Riley was obviously teetering over the edge, Michael decided to give Jamie a little push. He pushed his fingers back in and closed his lips around the little fleshy hood at the top of her slit, drawing out the tiny nub hidden in it and pressing the tip of his tongue against it. Two high, feminine voices rose in pitch as the twins came in near unison. A small streak of something warm and wet hit Michael’s cheek just before Jamie’s legs shuddered and her snug sex began to gush, the two slender bodies clinging to each other for support as their hips slowly stopped bucking.

Riley was the first to come down, both figuratively and literally, bending down to lick and kiss away the little white streak he’d left on Michael’s shoulder. Once that was done, the twins changed places as each one began to lick his hand clean. Michael had to admit it was kind of hot because there was no servility in the brown eyes sparkling in their little dark masks. They made a kinky game of running their tongues up his hands, sliding his fingers in their muzzles and suckling them clean, all the while making happy little noises.

By the time they were done Michael had gotten pretty worked up again, but the wild little romp had taken the wind out of them, and since they had all day and more to get to know each other there were no complaints as he carried first one twin and then the other into his bed, the two raccoons cuddling up next to him as they settle in for a nice lazy nap.

*******

“Ahh, there’s that Seattle weather. Up in Bozeman they’re probably making snow-angels but as for us…” Michael said, looking at the spatters and streaks on the window failing to hide a heavy gray sky.

“Mhhh, so warm in here…” Riley said, writhing under the sheets as he nuzzled the tip of his thick-furred tail, hugging the ringed appendage to him like a teddy-bear.

“Stay warm Riley. You two don’t have to spend every waking hour seeing to my needs…”

“After you’ve been so nice to us? Seems like the least we could do…” Jamie murred, putting her arms up and groaning as she stretched. The covers were thick but not quite enough to mask the swell of her chest as she arched her back.

“Do you have the heart to drag him out of bed?” he said, gesturing to Jamie’s twin, not actually going to sleep but looking blissfully happy as he curled up in an cuddled his tail.

“I think you have needs we could see to while staying in bed…” Jamie chirped, looking wide awake after her stretch as the clear, bright eyes pointed to the erection Michael was sporting.

When Michael failed to pounce on her, she gave him a smirky little grin before turning around with a sweep of her fluffy tail and turning her attention to her twin. Riley remained sprawled out as his sister swept the covers off him, revealing a body that was so alike hers in spite of the flat chest and the pink shaft peeking out of a tiny sheath. With her knees on either side of her twin’s hips and her hands braced against the mattress on either side of his head she bent down, planting a kiss on the muzzle that opened eagerly for hers.

“So, you two…?” Michael asked, trying to gauge just how physical Jamie and Riley’s relationship was while also enjoying the show.

“It’s just a bit of physical affection. We’ve always clung to each other, and when puberty hit we had needs, and we had each other…” Jamie said, giving her twin another kiss.

“So you’ve never…?”

“No. No authorized matings back at…” Riley began, but stopped when he saw Michael grimace. He and Jamie had plenty of bad memories from the training facility they grew up in, but they realized early on that Michael was painfully ignorant about the family business, and that little details came as shocks to the sheltered human.

“Besides, while I love my brother, and I think he’s beautiful, he’s not really my type…” Jamie said, nuzzling Riley’s neck and incidentally throwing her tush out.

“Oh?”

“She wants to be ravished!” the femmy male quipped with a smile, just before his sister’s paw covered his muzzle.

“Ravished?” Michael asked, trying to keep his lips in a straight line at the word that seemed to have flustered the normally confident Jamie. With a pout, she took her hand away from her twin’s mouth, realizing that the damage was done.

“She used to read these tattered old romance novels a lot, and that word tended to come up quite often.

“It’s… it’s not a big deal but… but the women in these stories… some of them would just sort of swoon and blush, but that seemed boring. The ones who were willful, catching the eye of a bigger man, a strong male who knew how to deal with them, who could break them in like spirited fillies by riding them until…” she stopped when she realized that she’d gotten a little carried away. The two boys were staring at her as she stood on all fours over her brother, the tips of her young breasts hard and pointed, her back arched and her big ringed tail thrown up across her back. “Anyway, it’s what I like.” She said, defending her particular kink.

As corny as ‘ravishing’ sounded, he had to admit Jamie’s impassioned speech had gotten him worked up, not to mention her posture as she stood looming over her twin. Enough to make him think he really had rushed out of bed for no good reason. The siblings definitely seemed to perk up once he climbed back in.

“So, a big, strong male?” he said, getting on his knees behind Jamie.

“Mmm-hmm…” the raccoon girl replied, looking over one slim shoulder. Even though he was fit, Michael didn’t really think he was romance-novel-cover material, but then he did have more than a foot over the twins so he could definitely play the big strong type for Jamie.

“And a firm hand?” he asked, letting one palm settle on a furry cheek as he gave it a little squeeze, enough to make the fluffy tail shudder.

“Gentle, but always firm…” she said, her tone playful and not really subtle.

Not that it would matter much with what her body language was trying to say. Her back was arched as far as it would go, her lush tail hiked up so as to completely expose her bouncy behind and the pink patch between her slender thighs. Michael took a moment to admire the already glistening flower between Jamie’s legs before he laid his hand on it, making the girl shudder as he slowly rubbed her warm mound.

He moved his hand slowly over supple skin, letting a fingertip trail along the cleft of the eager girl’s sex but never actually sinking it in. It was the lazy pace of someone who had nothing better to do but spend a gray, rainy day in bed with some very welcome company. And if this had been Riley with his ass up in the air and Michael’s hand on that firm little pouch of his, he had little doubt the waifish male would have savored the slow sensuality.

But Jamie, he was coming to realize, had more passion than patience. She tried with needy little noises at first, broken up by an occasional kiss from her twin, and that earned her a fingertip pressed just barely into the warm snugness of her sex. Jamie murred happily as she pushed back, only to mewl when it was pulled out. Michael remembered what she’d described, and when he put his finger back into the impatient girl’s snug sex it was accompanied by a firm hold on the base of her tail, something that made the whole bushy thing shudder as its owner gasped.

He still wasn’t comfortable as thinking of himself as the twins’ master, and that hadn’t really changed. This wasn’t real by any stretch of the imagination, and it was all just kinky fun that would stop the moment Jamie gave him any sign she wasn’t into it. Which didn’t seem likely to happen any time soon. When he pushed his finger in the bandit-masked girl took it with a demure moan. It slid in up to his knuckle with no hymen stopping it, even though Jamie felt thrillingly tight. Jamie was being a good girl, not that she could do much with his fist around her bushy tail.

When he pulled his finger almost all the way out she almost whimpered in protest, but wound up moaning when two digits slid back in. Michael kept pumping Jamie’s slit, his slow stroked going faster and faster until he was fingering the messy slit with enough force to make the moaning girl’s breasts sway over her brother. Riley seemed enticed by the sight, and by the time Michael pulled his wet hand away from Jamie’s sex the femmy boy was happily playing with his twin’s stiff nipples. When she felt something else part her folds, Jamie craned her neck to look at him, the pale fur accenting her face looking tinged with pink as the girl fixed him with bandit-masked bedroom eyes.

“P-Please…” she husked as he ran his glans up and down her slit.

He wasn’t sure if he should give in even though she said the magic word. Even after spending his college days in cowboy country he’d never gotten near an actual horse, so he had no idea how this fit into Jamie’s little ‘breaking a spirited filly’ fantasy, but he knew what they both wanted and saw no reason to deny either. It didn’t take much to make her glistening labia part around him, but it took a bit of a push to get his glans into her passage even after preparing her. A shaky gasp left her muzzle, a sound Riley took as an invitation to kiss his sibling. Michael let them have their moment while letting Jamie’s body adjust to him, and while he adjusted to having the raccoon cunny pulsing around him.

He released Jamie’s tail and moved his hands to the girl’s ample hips, knowing she’d expect him to take control. Apart from the gloriously fluffy tails, the twins kept their fur quite neatly trimmed, and Jamie’s coat wasn’t fluffy enough to hide the little dimples at the top of each bouncy cheek. He moved his thumbs into the little grooves and began pressing down, smiling as Jamie’s tail shuddered and she moaned into her brother’s muzzle.

Rubbing the dimples served to relax Jamie enough for Michael to push a little deeper in. He’d be lying if he said his concern for his petite partner was the only reason he was taking it slow. It had been some time since he’d done this, and a threesome was a first for him. It was maddening enough to have Jamie’s snug sex molding around every inch he pushed into it without watching the twins kissing and caressing each other.

By the time he was hilted in the moaning raccoon Michael got a grip on both himself and on Jamie. His hands easily girded her hips as he held her still until the impatient girl started subtly grinding against him. He pulled out slowly but surprised the needy raccoon by shoving back in with a swift stroke that drew a squeak from Jamie as her human lover’s hips met her bouncy behind. It was enough to calm her down, at least for a while, and Michael soon found the rhythm to this little game – he’d breed the eager girl in long, languid strokes while she was on her best behavior, but when she acted out and tried to take control he’d give her a thrust hard enough to make her cry out and calm down.

Jamie had always struck him as the more outgoing of the twins, and now that the last of the barriers between them were going down he could see that she had a bit of a playful, if not cocky streak. Just cocky enough not to submit willingly, but not enough to object to being dominated by someone who could keep her in check. While he humped into her perky behind, she’d try to pull something every now and again – either trying to push back against him, to wrap her tail around him, or to slip a hand down between her legs and try to get herself off.

Riley for his part seemed content to stay under her, occasionally playing with the bouncy boobs on a body so like his own or to lean in to kiss his sister. It was hard to tell considering how tight she was, but he was pretty sure Jamie had cum once or twice already. Every thrust into her body seemed to churn more of her honey out, the noise of their lovemaking growing wetter with each slap. She wasn’t playing her little game anymore, but Michael figured she might still want something for the finale.

He bent over and wrapped one arm around her, surprising the petite girl by pulling her up and letting her weight push her down onto his lap and onto his shaft. His arm was pressed tight around the raccoon’s heaving chest, his hand groping one furry teat as he gave a few experimental bucks. She was light enough that even with little room to move he could bounce her on his shaft. He pressed her close against him, thrilling at her firm young body and the sensation of the fine fur against his bare skin.

But soon the firmness of her form, the softness of her breasts and the bouncy behind his hips were smacking into all faded into the foreground as his focus moved within, to the wet grip of her sex on the shaft barely leaving her folds as it moved around inside her. He was holding back and he had a feeling she was doing the same, her shaky moans interspersed with little chirring noises. It was only when he tilted her head and pressed his lips to hers that he felt her shudder against him, their kiss muffling her cry as her control broke, and broke his along with it.

The first flex of her sex had provoked a twitch from the shaft now buried in it, Michael’s toes curling as he felt his body straining to pump the petite girl full of what she was trying to milk from it. His sperm wouldn’t do anything even after he flooded her womb, of course but he still felt a thrill as his tip erupted and the girl he was holding whimpered into his mouth as heat gushed even deeper into her. He broke the kiss and just savored the sight of the bandit-eyed beauty panting, her nipples hard and hot against his bare skin as her tail instinctively wrapped around his back.

And while Jamie’s eyes were lidded as she drifted from her peek into a deep afterglow, her twins were wide open. When he pulled Jamie up he’d deprived Riley of sororial affection, but it was obvious the femmy boy had enjoyed the show. Even though his hands had never strayed near it, he was sporting a small but painfully stiff erection, the wet patch of belly-fur just above where his tip rested attesting that he’d enjoyed the show. He’d stayed in Jamie until he grew soft enough to slip out, and gave her neck a parting nuzzle before helping her dismount. As her freshly bred cunny dripped milky-white goo, he caught Riley staring first at his sister’s sex, and then at the tumescent shaft smeared in the same mess. It was obvious which of the two got the furry boy more aroused even before he rose up from under Michael and leaned in with his eyes closed and his ears folded.

In spite of being male, Michael had to admit that Riley kissed more like a girl than his sister. The svelte raccoon seemed to melt against him as their lips touched, and every little thing about him was demure and lady-like, from the little noises he made to the way he rested his hands on Michael’s shoulders. In spite of her insistence that she liked a dominant lover, Jamie wasn’t passive. She simply wanted someone to be more assertive than her, but when he was kissing her the ring-tailed female very much kissed back, twirling his tongue against his, tugging on his lower lip and wrapping her arms around him.

Riley was so sensuously feminine that not even his flat chest, or the slender erection he could feel rubbing against his own couldn’t make him see the raccoon as a conventional male. Even the noises he was making as their lips locked were soft, his ears folded back in a submission that had nothing to do with the way he was trained. Jamie on the other hand was not content to be passive, especially when she wasn’t the center of attention. She clearly loved her brother too much to interrupt, but he could feel her hands roaming over both the trim fur of her twin and his own smooth skin, her eyes sparling and her ears perked as she savored the sight of two boys kissing.

He felt her take hold of his wrist, moving his hand from the small of Riley’s back to the round, bouncy cheek of the waifish male. Riley couldn’t hope to match his twin’s ample chest, but the behind he was squeezing was every bit as feminine as Jamie’s, and judging by the raccoon’s gasp, every bit as sensitive. But giving him a feel of her twin’s rump didn’t seem to be what she had in mind, since she was still sliding his hand until his fingers found the cleft between the round cheeks and one digit brushed against bare, warm skin.

He felt Riley shudder against him, catching the way that big ringed tail hiked up, enough of a signal to make him push his finger against the winking ring. It was tight and his careful prodding seemed to do nothing more than dimple Riley’s pucker, but considering the way the svelte boy was pressing himself against him, he figured that must be enough. He was surprised when the tight ring suddenly relaxed and his poking and prodding managed to push his finger half way into Jamie’s twin, coaxing a soft moan from Riley as he broke their kiss. Michael supposed he shouldn’t be surprised that Riley liked something pushing under his tail, but it was uncanny the way a finger half-way up his rear made the raccoon boi’s breathing grow ragged and his slender shaft twitch against Michael’s own erection.

Riley was gasping as the finger slid deeper in under his tail, his head thrown back just enough to expose his neck to his affectionate twin. Jamie's kisses seemed more sensual than sexual, and the way she looked at both of them hinted quite strongly that she had no intention of getting between the two boys, at least not until they were done. With her breasts hidden behind her brother’s back, the two really looked remarkably similar. Riley's face held no less feminine beauty than his twin’s, and the noises coming from that parted muzzle were like nothing he'd expect a male to make.

Michael's finger was almost all the way in when the tip grazed some sort of bump, making the feminine boy gasp in a high, eager voice and making the slender cock twitch against his own. It took some effort, but Michael managed to find the raccoon’s sweet-spot, and as his digit began to rub in just the right place he had the effete male burying his face in his neck, the fine fur covering that svelte body rubbing against his as Riley's cocklet leaked and jumped.

"W-wait... I... I want to... please..." Riley stammered, managing to push away from Michael enough for the human to see his flushed face.

"Are you sure? It's bigger than my finger..." Michael said. He wasn't being literally cocky but he knew he was well endowed enough that human females bigger than Riley would ask him to start off slow.

"Don't worry, he'll be fine..." Jamie said, slinking up to his side. She helped the two boys disentangle, giving Michael a kiss before getting off the bed and leaving him with a very eager looking Riley.

Michael had never been attracted to men, but there was no denying the need he felt to give the waifish male in front of him what he obviously wanted. The sight of the furry body made his cock twitch, a detail Riley didn't miss. The raccoon flicked his ears as he writhed on top of the sheets, arching his back and thrusting his chest out. It was flat, of course, but Michael's eye was still drawn to it and to the rosy-pink peaks of Riley's stiff nipples, sticking out of the fine creamy fuzz covering the almost panting raccoon. His erection was another part of him devoid of fur, but even the reminder that Riley was indeed male couldn't make him see him as masculine. The pink shaft was fully out of its sheath now, pale-pink and smooth along the whole length, with a hint of a glans at the tip. Riley's hips weren’t' very wide but his waist was slender enough to give him an hourglass figure, girlish if not outright womanly.

So when the raccoon beckoned towards him, Michael didn't hesitate to climb along that svelte body, kissing his was along the flat, trembling belly, down the middle of Riley's flat chest and along his bared throat before he reached the parted lips waiting for his. The sound of a jar being opened and the sweet smell of spices and citrus gave him a hint at what Jamie was doing as he kissed her brother deeply, lapping away at the raccoon’s tongue as small hands trailed along his bare back. He found out Jamie was quite a good masseuse, especially since she wasn't shy about putting pressure where she felt was needed. But he doubted he was about to feel the scented oil being rubbed along his back.

Even though he knew it was coming, he still had to fight the urge to buck into Jamie's oily paw as it closed around his shaft, diligently rubbing him up and down to ensure her brother wasn't hurt. If he had any doubts where her other paw was, the muffled moan from Riley solved the mystery, the waifish male writhing in place as his twin's fingers worked to prepare him for what was to come.

His lips were still pressed to Riley's muzzle when Jamie stopped rubbing and just held his shaft behind the tip. He felt the slender body shift under him as Riley grabbed one of his legs under his knee and pulled it up, his sister doing tot same to the other to give Michael better access. He shifted forward until the tip of his shaft found soft fur, and after some help from Jamie a warm patch of smooth skin. The tip of his cock was more sensitive than the tip of his finger and he could feel the quick instinctive pulses of the oiled pucker before Riley relaxed and opened up for him.

It took just a little pressure to breach the svelte boy's pucker and push several inches of his cock into the tightness of the moaning male's ass. With a high gasp Riley broke their kiss and Michael halted to let him catch his breath. There was no hint of pain or discomfort on his face and the slender erection now leaking against his abs was showing no sign of going down. His hands still clung to his back, a sure sign that Riley didn't want him going anywhere, at least not yet. To his left he saw Jamie sprawled on her side next to them, her perky breasts peaked at the sight of her brother shuddering under the larger male.

“Are you okay?” he asked the waifish figure laying under him, feeling Riley’ flat chest rising and falling with each deep breath.

“Gh-good, just… wait…” he said, his usually husky voice sounding a little higher and sweeter to the ears of the male throbbing under his tail. “You… you’re my first…”

“But I thought that you were…” Michael said, stopping just short of mentioning their training but still feeling like a jackass for bringing that up.

“We’re trained on toys and sort of… machines. So our bodies are ready and we know what we’re supposed to do. But that still doesn’t prepare you for your first time…” Jamie said wistfully, snaking one hand down to play with the warmth he’d left in her. He felt kind of bad for taking the ring-tailed girl’s virginity without knowing it, but if he was being honest he doubted he could have done anything better if he had known. And Jamie was definitely still enjoying the afterglow of her first time even as she shared in her brother’s.

When the little squeezes of Riley's pucker died down and the panting raccoon gave him a nod Michael began moving again, slowly sliding forward until he felt a snug fuzzy sack against his crotch, every inch of his shaft now buried in the ring-tailed boy moaning under him. He felt Riley' legs close gently around him, his hips shifting a little to give him access as Jamie's paw slid over Riley's palm. The twins' fingers twined and they shared a quick kiss before all of Riley's attention turned once again to the male claiming him.

Michael began moving, pulling out gently and pushing in even slower, even though it was obvious that Riley could take him comfortably. Even when he relaxed, the diminutive male was tight, his ring trying to grip Michael's shaft in spite of the oil Jamie had applied to both of them. If he hadn't seen to his twin first, he had little doubt he'd already be close to finishing up Riley's bouncy butt. He wanted to make sure he made him finish as well, and even though the svelte male gave every indication of enjoying himself, he remembered that spot his finger had found and wondered if he could find it again with...

"NnhhaaaaAahhhh!" came a high moan from Riley as the raccoon’s limbs wrapped tight around Michael, his ears perked as both his lover and his sister looked at him in surprise.

"That feel good?" Michael grunted out. Hitting the special spot had made Riley clench up, and he could feel his shaft flexing in response to the grip of that velvety vise.

"Haaaa...hnaahhh..." Riley gasped out, but he did manage to nod, folding his ears back as he buried his muzzle in Michael's neck, breathing just deep enough for his rump to relax.

Once Riley relaxed enough to let him, Michael started moving again. He couldn’t pull back very for or move very fast, because even after being loosened up by his fingers and oiled up by his sister, the waifish boy was tight enough to cling to every inch that slid in and out of him. And even though it was his first time with a male, he’d been with a girl back in college who had a thing for anal and had been willing to teach him how to do it properly.

Slow and easy, she insisted, made all the difference. If anyone involved got to impatient, it would result in a bad experience, which she insisted was what turned most girls and some boys off the idea. It was that piece of advice he was heeding now with a chittering boy writhing under him, moving his hips in a slow, sensuous rhythm as Riley’s ring clung to him, angling his shaft to graze the sensitive spot in the snug raccoon rump every time he drove in.

Jamie was being supportive as she lay next to her brother, holding his hand and occasionally nibbling on his neck as she watched him under the male he’d chosen to give himself to. And it was an apt term. Jamie had been frisky during her first time, but Riley was showing his submission with every soft gasp, every caress and every timid clench of his speared pucker. He let himself be kissed but didn’t lunge for Michael’s lips, choosing instead to take what his male had to give. Even the steel-hard cocklet he could feel against his abs couldn’t impose a masculine image on the young raccoon so eagerly embracing his feminine side.

After a while Michael felt his strokes moving in a little easier and tired picking up the pace a little. This was sweet torture, but he was sure both he and Riley would need a little more to achieve release. He broke their kiss to make sure the svelte male could voice any pain or discomfort, but as he gave a sharp buck Riley wound up surprising him.

“M-Master!” he cried out, a sweet and high tone accompanied by a clenching of the limbs wrapped around him.

Michael almost corrected him before realizing he couldn’t. They were sharing something, all three of them equally vulnerable in this intimate moment. And there had been nothing trained and timid to Riley’s voice – it had been a plea, cried out in the same tone he might have said ‘harder!’. It wasn’t their grim reality leaking in to taint this – it was a game, one where they had little roles to make things interesting. Nor did being called ‘master’ in that tone fill him with guilt and unease…

Michael braced himself a little better, getting more leverage to drive into Riley in short but strong strokes. There was no kissing past this point – he was pumping hard enough to make his breathing labored, and the moaning boy he was humping into was having an equally hard time catching his breath. Looking off to the side he could see Jamie was still holding her twin’s hand, albeit not in her own. She was pressing Riley’s paw against her sex, humping against three long, nimble fingers buried in her sex.

He Michael couldn’t help but admire the gasping boy laying under him. His legs were still wrapped around his human lover but the hand not being used by his sister was laying just above his head. Riley was making no move to touch himself, and Michael wasn’t sure if the waifish boy could get off just from having his rump rutted. It occurred to him that this was part of his game – only his ‘master’ could give him release he so desperately needed.

Michael had no reservation at this point about stroking Riley’s boy-bits off, and he definitely didn’t want his first time to be disappointing. He was about to reach down when the sight of the subby raccoon’s chest stopped him – heaving, thrown out and with his tiny pink nipples sticking out as much as Jamie’s had. Curiosity moved his hand and fastened his fingers around one nub, the pinch accompanied by a sharp cry from the lithe male suddenly stiffening up under him.

When Riley’s free arm wrapped around his neck he knew what was needed. He laid himself across the smaller male, feeling the way the slender furry body shuddered against his. Riley’s well-stuffed tail-hole was pulsing and clenching, keeping Michael from pulling out as he trust himself with enough force to move Riley up and down on the rippling sheets. He felt the hard little rod twitch against his belly before heat blossomed up between them, the raccoon’s snug sack pulsing as it pumped out a gooey mess between them.

With a grunt and a final thrust, Michael felt his own shaft do the same, the whole length throbbing in its snug passage as it sent pulse after milky pulse deeper into the body writhing under his own. It was only after the last drop was squirted out under the femmy male’s tail that Riley’ limbs went limp. Looking to the side he could see Jamie catching her breath, kneeling with her legs open and her brother’s drenched paw limp between her thighs.

Since he doubted Riley could bear his weight much longer, Michael rolled to the side and clung to the slender furry body as it did, ending up on his back with a ring-tailed femboy for a blanket. He could feel the hard shaft between them disappear back into its sheath, and not long after his own erection went soft and slipped out of the snug pucker that had done its best to hold it in. Riley had barely been keeping his eyes open and when they finally closed Michael figured he had a few minutes to recover. But while her twin was wiped out, Jamie had sidled up next to the two males and was looking very energetic as she rubbed her breasts against Michael and began kissing his neck.

“Master…” she purred close enough that I could feel her breath on my bare skin, and hear the plea in her sweet tone…

*******

“For how long?” Michael asked after his father came in to announce he’d be leaving for a trip.

“A few days, not counting travel time. We have the actual business to take care of, but we also have to give our partners a chance to play host. I’ve left instructions to every senior executive what to do in my absence, but I figured I’d deliver yours in person.” His father said, leaving Michael to wonder if it was an honor he was being shown, or did his father not trust him to read an email.

“We are starting to receive shipments from our last overseas venture, and the first one should be docking tomorrow. I’m leaving it in your hands – there’s the customs clearance to see to, loading, shipping and finally processing at the facility. Don’t worry, I have experienced people handling the details, but it is a complicated bit of business and there needs to be someone around who can make an executive decision.”

“Are you sure I…” he began, trying to find some way of getting out of this.

“I’m sure. You’ve handled the tasks I entrusted you with so far, but it was mostly busy-work. This is a situation where you will have actual authority and a serious responsibility. This is a family firm but I don’t believe in nepotism, and will expect you to prove to me and to the other executives that I made the right call by trusting you with it.” He said. His father had managed to spot his dismay, but remained oblivious as to its source. “Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll rise to the occasion. Cometh the hour, cometh the man, eh?” he said, squeezing Michael’s shoulder and giving him a brief smile before leaving his son to his guilty conscience.

The ‘shipment’ was going to one of their facilities. That meant either children old enough for training, or adults who won’t go on the market but will be kept as breeding stock. Either way, he’d be responsible for ruining the lives of these people. He took a look at the data packet his father had sent him, and he really was privy to everything – dates, times, the license plates of the vehicles, disposition and armaments of security personnel. His father really was putting a lot of trust in him, but also forcing his hand. He couldn’t sit here for five years and ignore things like this, not while he knew he could do something about it…

*******

Don’t ask. It’s all legit. Michael typed in response to an old college friend who couldn’t seem to believe what had just been dropped into her lap. Can you make sure it finds its way to the right people?

Yeah. Don’t worry, I won’t mention it came from you. A reliable source at Eaton Ent. Is all they need to know… came the reply. Michael typed out a quick thanks before closing the connection and going through the little steps he’d been taught to ensure there was no trace of the messages. Sophie had taught him how abolitionists groups stay in touch covertly, especially the more militant ones. And he trusted her to keep his identity secret. Nobody would know who the tip came from but Sophie and himself. It would get messy – an attack on an armed convoy, or an ambush rather. If his father’s people decided to put up a fight. But he supposed he’d live easier knowing he’d brought harm to slavers than to slaves…

“Hypocrite…” he muttered, knowing he was on the same company’s payroll.

“That’s not a nice thing to call anyone…” Riley said standing at the door of Michael’s little home office, looking adorable in a lilac sweater-dress that hugged his slender waist. They’d kicked the dress code to the curb when it was just the three of them at home, even though Riley seemed partial to his maid uniform, insisting it was elegant and practical. But it was Saturday, and with their chores done both he and his twin had dressed for comfort.

“And what would you call me?” he asked, mirroring Riley’s infectious little smile. The femmy little bandit clasped his hands behind him, giving his tail a few lazy swishes as he looked up at Michael through thick, long lashes.

“Master…”

*******

“Ughhhyesss master, breed me!” came the cry from a very eager Jamie, startling Michael so much that his mouth actually went slack. Confused by the request that went against the laws of nature, he sought clarification from the femmy figure whose cock had just slipped from his mouth.

Riley just smiled and mouthed the words ‘play along’ to the confused human, accepting Michael’s hand on his slender endowment as a substitute for a mouth that will now need to deliver kinky lines. Riley seemed to enjoy having his ‘master’ go down on him, as evidenced by the stiffness of the pink rod twitching in Michael’s fist, but the femmy raccoon had made it clear that was as close as he wanted to come to a penetrative role. Even when getting his cocklet sucked Riley tended to play with his nipples, passively accepting either Michael’s tongue on his shaft and more than often enough his sister’s tongue under his tail.

“In heat are you?” Michael ventured. It was normally a very vulgar thing to say, but it seemed to be just what the kinky girl presenting for him wanted judging by the way her big bushy tail shuddered at the words.

“Yes! I need… I need your seed…” she said, pushing her ass back at him until he gripped her tail to reassert dominance.

She’d started off on all fours, since she seemed to rather enjoy doggy style, but at some point she’d buried her face into the sheets, breasts pressed against the mattress and her back arched as far as it would go to present her rear to the male behind her. Riley, ironically, towered above both of them, standing with his feet planted at either side of his sister’s rear and his little pink erection served up to Michael. When it came to sex, the twins were inseparable, not that Michael had any desire to try. It took some practice, but more often than not the three of them could time things just right and cum all at once, and he’d become hooked on seeing the twins moan and gasp when he reached his own peak.

With that in mind he pumped Riley’s cocklet while driving his hips into his sister’s presented cunny, filling the room with wet slapping noises as well as outrageous ad-libbed lines. He spun a kinky fantasy how he was going to breed Jamie over and over, filling her with his seed until the mating’s took. When that went over like oil on a fire he began detailing how he was looking forward to her belly starting to round out, for her breasts to swell up and her hips to flare. He explained how he’d still expect her to visit him at night, to show off her baby-bump as she rode him in gratitude. Jamie’s eager cries turned into muffled whines as she buried her face in the sheets, the mess dripping from his sack telling him how much this was turning her on, even if her brother was trying to fight back a giggle.

In spite of his best efforts, when the ‘broodmare’ in front of him started mewling and clenching in the throes of orgasm, Michael failed to hold back. Taken by surprise, he couldn’t even think of a suitable line to feed Jamie’s apparent breeding kink, but by the way her little paws were gripping the sheets he doubted she could have heard him if he did. Riley slipped out of his grasp and knelt beside his twin, and once Michael had pulled his tumescent shaft from the glistening sex clinging to every inch of it, he rolled his sister over and got into position. Michael just watched the twins get into what he was starting to think of as a ying-yang sixty-nine, an appropriate metaphor considering how the raccoons curled up on their sides and the fact that in spite of their similarities the brother and sister pair were opposites. He couldn’t help but notice that while Riley was getting into his twin’s slit and doing a very thorough job of cleaning her, Jamie seemed to be holding back until the pair finally disentangled and turned their attention back to the human who’d gotten hard watching the show.

Riley was the more patient of the two, and Michael got the impression that he didn’t mind letting his sister go first, either because he liked watching his twin her fucked silly while he played a supportive role, or possibly because he knew that Michael would last longer the second time around. Either way, as he got on his knees the pink rod sticking out from his crotch gave the impression he was now very eager for his turn. Michael had been expecting the slender male to lay down on his back and wait to be mounted. He loved the intimacy of the missionary position, but then again the last time they’d tried it with Riley’s legs resting on his shoulders, and while less ladylike the position allowed Michael to really sheathe everything he had into the feminine boy’s rump.

“Uhmm, can I be on top?” he asked shyly, making his sister’s tiny ears perk up.

“Oooh, you wanna see if you can do it?” she asked, and Riley just nodded.

“Do what?” Michael asked even as he laid down on his back and motioned for Riley to straddle him.

“We were wondering if he can really finish without anything touching his boy-bits.” Jamie said as her twin planted his knees on either side of Michael’s hips.

“But didn’t he already…”

“That doesn’t count. It gets smooshed up between you and rubbed around. I know Riley can shoot off with very little stimulation if he has something inside him, but I wonder if he can cum for no reason at all…” she said dreamily, as the two males stared at her. “Well you know what I mean! Imagine if there’s nothing touching it, and it’s just sticking out there and suddenly it twitches and goes squirt, squirt, squirt everywhere…” she said dreamily, making hand motions every time she said ‘squirt’.

“How much do you think he’s got in him?” Michael asked, as Riley giggled at his sister’s explanation.

“Well he didn’t finish yet…” she said, planting her palm under her brother’s firm, snug sack as if weighing it.

Even though he didn’t have Jamie’s expectations about her twin’s volume, the plan the two had come up with sounded pretty hot. The cocklet in question (a term for it that Riley seemed to like the most) was small but very stiff as the raccoon it belonged to moved his hips, his sister holding his tail out of the way and grasping the tip of Michael’s erection just behind the tip until his glans kissed the well-tongued tailhole of the femmy bandit.

Riley laid the tips of his fingers on his chest but waited patiently for his ‘master’ to take the lead. Placing his hands on the girlish hips he began to very gently push Riley down, feeling his shaft bow for a moment before the raccoon relaxed and the tight pucker swallowed his tip in the blink of an eye. He saw Riley’s big tail shiver behind him, the luxurious hairs puffing up for a moment until he caught his breath and Michael continued to slide him down. Even though he was on top, it was obvious that his flat-chested lady wasn’t going to start acting like a cowgirl. His pink shaft was leaking, and it gave a sharp twitch when Michael’s tip slid across Riley’s prostate, causing the tight ring to flex on instinct before the svelte boy forced himself to relax again.

Riley swiveled his hips a little but otherwise let Michael guide him down until that bouncy behind was resting on the human’s crotch and the twinky bandit’s shaft was twitching in time to the one stretching him open. After a minute or so of his cock being hugged by the tight furry butt he lifted Riley off him, feeling the fluffy tail brush across his legs as the slender boy rose half way before sinking down on his male. They’d only done that a couple of times, and he was enjoying the sight of the softly panting raccoon riding him before with a swing of a foot and the swish of a tail his view was replaced by something of an even more feminine nature.

“Can I master?” Jamie asked sweetly, but Michael couldn’t help but notice she’d only done it after her hindpaws were planted on either side of his head and her freshly tongued pussy was exposed above him.

“Don’t I get to see him squirt everywhere?” Michael asked.

“I’ll get up before he starts!” Jamie insisted, and when he gave her a not she almost wagged that huge tail before descending and planting her sex on his face.

As he gave the pink flower a few teasing links he couldn’t help but notice the pink ring under that ringed tail winking eagerly. It was weird watching the pretty little pucker and feeling the exact duplicate of it pulsing around his erection as Riley slowly rose and fell. With his hands busy holding Riley he couldn’t, quivering sigh from the female twin. He got a few more loving gasps before the feminine noises from both muzzles were muffled.

He didn’t need to see them to know Jamie had pulled her brother in for a kiss, and without actually getting to see them he had to rely on his ears to paint him a mental picture of the two raccoons enjoying what they thought of intimate sibling affection. He used his hands to lift and lower Riley on his lap but was grateful when the slender raccoon started moving on his own since he couldn’t use his fingers to pry Jamie’s chubby labia open and attack her most sensitive spots the way she liked him to, so he settled on pushing his lips against hers and plunging her tongue into the ring-tailed beauty’s honeypot.

Thankfully Riley started moving on his own, possibly realizing that with his sister’s butt in his face he couldn’t really see what he was doing. He kept his hands resting firmly on the boyish male’s hips as they moved languidly up and down because he knew the Riley would appreciate it. He could feel him testing his hips as they rose and fell, the feminine male trying to get his lover’s tip to graze that special spot inside him. And every time he did he could hear Riley moan into his sister’s muzzle and that already snug tail-hole clench up for a fraction of a second.

And the more he found that special spot the more his little erection leaked and dripped. The tempo had slowly become more energetic, the fluffy ass descending with a little more force each time as the male riding him got worked up. His hands remained on Riley’s hips even though Jamie was taking advantage of the situation and pushing back against his defenseless face. She’d glazed him from nose to chin and seemed to be enjoying the sight of her brother riding the man they shared.

“Nhaah, m-master, I’m…” Riley gasped, and with some reluctance Jamie lifted her rump off Michael’s face, the last few drops spattering on his lips as he looked at the femmy male sitting on his cock and breathing hard.

While he had a sultry, ladylike charm, Riley didn’t really have much stamina, and Michael knew it was up to him to help him finish. He kept one hand on the slender hip, while he raised the other and stick it in the wet folds of the girl stoning over him. Jamie almost humped into his hand as Riley leaned back a little before the first buck of his master’s hips sent him bouncing. The raccoon weighed very little and as Michael began to buck up he looked like he was riding a bucking bronco. The slender shaft was bouncing wildly now, sending arcs of little clear droplets through the air until Riley’s gasps began to rise in pitch.

He’d clenched up to the point that Michael couldn’t even slide out of him, so the human just let his little ‘girl’ grind away on his hips, the slender pink cock twitching until the first pearly rope shot out of it, flying and twisting through the air until it landed with a warm splat on his master’s bare skin. Michael had to admit that even though it wasn’t quite as Jamie had predicted, the tiny erection spewing white streamers without being so much as tight was pretty hot to watch. So much that after a first few he sent a few of his own into the snug behind gripping him hard every time the pink tip of the masked boy erupted.

The sight of her brother being filled even as his little sack pulsed and his slender erection twitched got Jamie hot and bothered, and after some rapid fingering he felt her grip his wrist with her hands and his fingers with her sex, her bushy tail flailing behind her as she came hard. Even though Riley had left an impressive amount of pearly streaks on his abs and chest, inn the end it was Jamie ‘squirted everywhere’, at least from where he was standing.

*******

When his father came into his office, Michael knew not to expect anything good. After the shipment the relationship between them that had been strained since his return from college had gone distinctly sour. The shipment he was entrusted with had been lost – no fatalities on either side but a lot of Eaton security personal were still recovering. The stolen vehicles had been found near the border and all of the slaves were considered escaped, safe in the territories that had emancipated their kind. He wasn’t sure if his father actually believed he’d tipped the ambushers off, since his son had never rebelled like that his whole life. But he’d never failed his father either. True to his claim that he wouldn’t stand on nepotism, Henry Eaton had demoted his son and stuck him on a lower floor with a mundane job that offered little in executive privileges, or responsibilities.

“Michael…” his father said, in a cold, measured voice. “New office to your tastes? Work not to demanding I trust?” he asked, probing.

“I’m doing fine father. Aren’t I?”

“Well enough I suppose. Tell me, are you happy with those twins I got you as a welcome home present?” he said, and Michael was sure he was just driving home the point of how much he’d given his less than prodigal son.

“Very.”

“Good to hear. Nevertheless, I’d like you to put them on the market, as soon as possible.” Henry Eaton said, and Michael felt color drain from his face.

“But it’s… it’s almost been a year, I…”

“Exactly. I’m sure you realize that their resale value will drop sharply one year after the initial purchase. You sell them now, and you still get a much better price, easily enough to buy new ones.”

“I thought it was a bit… gauche to sell something you received as a gift?” he said, trying to steer this conversation away from this nightmare demand.

“Normally, yes. But I gave you this gift and it is a good lesson as well. You don’t get attached to slaves, you sell them on while they are still valuable and buy new ones. Rotating stock ensures you always have them at their best.”

“I… you forgot to transfer ownership to me when you handed them over. Legally I can’t trade…” he began doubting that his father ever forgot anything like that. He certainly didn’t, and the fact that Riley and Jamie could be taken from him on a whim has been nagging at him for some time. Obviously with good reason.

“Yes, I am aware of that. But don’t worry, there’s no need to transfer ownership to you just so you could pass it along. Just find a buyer, negotiate a good price, draw up a contract and I’ll sign what needs signing. Cuts down on the paperwork.”

“I’ll… I’ll get on it…” he said in a deadpan tone.

“Good. I’ll have the facility send out their newest catalogue, you can pick their replacements while you look for a buyer…”

*******

“M-maybe it… maybe it won’t be so bad? Our new… our new master might…” Jamie began, trying to put some cheer into a voice that was on the verge of braking, the black mask around her eyes damp with tears.

“No. Whatever happens, it won’t be that. We… we just have to think of something else.” He said, wracking his brains.

“If we could… there are states that banned slavery…” Ridley said, his normally husky voice sounding trained and reedy.

“Yeah, and Montana’s one of them. So close, so perfect, but getting past the checkpoints…” he said, putting his finger on the problem.

There were no actual borders separating the emancipated territories, just regular state lines. But the slave owner states had set up ‘security checkpoints’ to make sure people couldn’t transport slaves to freedom. They couldn’t leave unless accompanied by the person who had proof of ownership. The papers that his father would never let him have.

“Maybe we should try. Bluff our way through?” Riley said.

“Yeah, but if we’re caught… I have no convictions as an abolitionist radical, so I’d be facing grand larceny charges, but the two of you… they’d treat you as escaped slaves. I couldn’t… I can’t let…”

“It’s a risk but… if we stay here there’s only pain. If we get out we… we could be together, all of us free…” Jamie said, clinging to a slim but shining hope.

“We’ll take the risk if you will…” Riley said, and before he’d even said yes a plan began to form in Michael’s mind.

*******

“All right, it’s getting kinda cold. We gonna head in or what?” He asked the two figures huddled up against him, buried under several blankets.

“No, there’s still that little sliver of pink right there!” Jamie insisted, pointing to the Sun not quite hidden behind the mountain range. The little place they’d rented just outside of Bozeman had a porch that had been begging for a swing, and once they got one they made it a habit to watch the sunset.

Their plan had worked. Michael had dressed himself as the most obnoxious privileged rich kid he could envision, and the few social events he’d been dragged to by the young executives had given him plenty of good examples. He’d rolled up to the checkpoint in a flashy car, made a point of not turning down the music until the cop asked him to and just acting as obnoxious as he could as he explained that he was going to do some skiing and that he forgot the papers for his favorite pets. Jamie and Riley played their part perfectly, giggling like empty-headed and possibly drugged sex-toys as they ran their hands over him from the back and passenger seat, wearing next to nothing.

What finally convinced the cop was when he gave him his business card, the original ones he got that showed he was an executive, and the name cinched the deal. The cop apparently didn’t want to think what his superiors would say if he said he was going to process the heir apparent of the famous slaver family for helping free slaves! He just figured that this was a spoiled rich kid flashing around the stuff his dad had bought him and that he didn’t spend any time thinking about the law or proper procedure. Figuring the brat was worth his loathing but not his trouble, he let them pass and one minute and an invisible line later they were all free.

Michael’s main concern had been that his father might have alerted the checkpoints, but it seemed that the Eaton family patriarch had never expected his son to leave a life of luxury and power behind for the sake of two slaves. And when the last sliver of pink Sun was gone and they all hurried inside for warmth, he savored the knowledge that Riley and Jamie would never call anyone Master again…

…outside the bedroom.