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“Up next, our wonderful clowns are going to see just how many of them can fit inside their buggy- And after their performance folks, we’ll have the one, and only-”

Komo snickered, like always. No matter how many times he called them the one and only, it always brought a smile to her face.

“Dia the Juggler!”

The crowd erupted with applause, and Komo ducked behind the curtain, hurrying off to her dressing room with a spring in her step.

“Trago! Trago! It’s fully packed tonight.”

Komo shut the door behind her, finding her twin applying the last bit of makeup to herself. Trago was sitting in front of a gigantic vanity, brushing brown that matched the stripes on her fur near her eyes, creating diamonds. Though likely no one will see these, painting here was a ‘just in case’ thing. Sometimes she takes off the mask and cloak, but only rarely.

“Fully packed? Komo, you must be-”

“I’m not!! The ringmaster was right, this new advertising is working.”

“Oh bother, I didn’t prepare for a full house…”

She sighed playfully, playing up her gloomy nature instead of showing her anxiety. She played it down, but Trago was legitimately excited; it was the first packed house in months, the air already felt electric.

“Hush; We’ve got 3 people lined up as volunteers tonight, they signed the waivers and everything, I think you should put on a real show for the audience tonight.”

“You think? You’re much better with these things, Komo, maybe we should swap-”

Komo huffed, walking behind her sister and pressing against her back with her chest.

“Stop selling yourself so short, you’re the better knife tosser. End of story. I work crowds better, but that’s not going to be an issue tonight with such a big one. Put on a good display, and everyone will walk out of here with it burned into their minds.”

Trago nodded, gently leaning back against Komo, pressing into her chest.

“Now then, are there any last things that you need tonight? I saw that the ringmaster had brought some extra snacks for the performers tonight, if you want a quick snack before we go out.”

Komo lazily draped her arms around Trago’s shoulders, the concept of ‘personal space’ completely lost on these two. Being in each other's presence was as natural as breathing. Despite their differences, they were the same person many nights. Dia the Knife Juggler, a role played alternatingly by the twins, giving eachother breaks and the ability to see their act from the outside to give honest feedback. They loved pretending to be each other, toying with people brought a joy they couldn’t hide. Most people at the circus still only thought there was one Lynx named Dia; only the ringmaster knew about Komo and Trago.

Trago sighed, standing up.

“I’m going to start getting my knives ready, then. We have about 15 minutes. Could you grab me the ones out of the trunk? I’ve got a few from practice I’m gonna go get.”

Trago turned to the wall behind them, focusing on the wooden target; 6 knives, all Kukri, were lodged around the center dot in a perfect hexagonal pattern. Trago yanked them out one by one, quietly humming the circus’s theme to herself as she did. Her eyes drifted across the room as she pulled out the last one, focusing on Komo. She was bent over, head first inside a gigantic trunk of clothes and performance items, one leg kicked back up as she dug around; her short shorts were tight around her ass, barely able to fit her. The momentary distraction wrecked Trago’s train of thought, and she stared.

“Trago, I was thinking for our next duo performance, how would you feel about some extra pyrotechnics? I’ve been tinkering with the formula to-”

Her words were heard, but not comprehended. Trago was too focused on her sister’s well rounded rear. Despite Komo’s lack of a bountiful chest like herself, she more than made up for it with such a perfect, squishy behind. In the cover of night, she helped herself to it, much to Komo’s delight. The two didn’t care about personal space, afterall, what’s a little fooling around? Trago snapped out of it, finally coming to, not noticing the twitching in her baggy jester pants.

“-and that way, I can toss out 2 bombs, and the sugar should cause the second one to burn green. What do you think?”

“...Oh, uh, it sounds lovely Komo; we’ll practice tomorrow.”

She snapped her attention forward, grabbing each of the kukri and slotting them into the pockets in her cloak. The air in the room stiffened.

“Trago-”

The lynx nearly jumped out of her fur.

“Yes?”

“You’re, ah… Excited.”

Komo sat on the edge of the trunk now, pointing down at her puffy pants. Despite their give, an unmistakable tent had formed.

“What? Oh- OH!”

She flustered; quickly reaching down to try and hide her arousal, desperately adjusting her pants to cover it in any way. Komo snickered, kicking one leg over the other. Her amusement quickly fell to concern.

“Ah, Trago, will that be… Resolved before the performance?”

“H-Hopefully, I got excited when you uh, bent over.”

Komo rolled her eyes at her insatiable sister. She leaned back over the trunk as she lifted her legs into the air, springing forward.

“This won’t do, if there’s a chance you’re overcome with this shameful libido for me during the show it could ruin everything; it’s your fault for having such a hard on for your sister~. We have a few minutes. Drop your pants, I’ll take care of it.”

Komo played off her own desire as best she could. She rubbed her hands together, lunging forward and pulling on her sister’s fuschia pants, letting the lynx’s cock spring out. Trago’s fat cock was unsheathed with an almost visible puff of steam from the heavy outfit it had been confined to. In the open air it throbbed, glistening in the lights of their room. 8 inches of thick lynx cock, a tapered thing with nearly unnoticeable barbs on the top half. Beneath it, a pair of balls that were far too large for Trago’s own good, a constant source of trouble for the pair for different reasons. Due to Trago’s ‘gift’, it’s been a hassle to find pants that will fit the both of them while also hiding her well endowed rod, the pair often resorting to either baggy pants or dresses.

“A-Ah! Komo, wait, the door isn’t locked—”

Trago stumbled backwards against the dressing room vanity, her hands catching herself on it.

“We don’t have time~.”

Komo’s words cut Trago’s worries out of the air, her eyes narrowing to thin slits as she locked onto Trago’s need. At some point she had fallen to her knees, and one of her soft furry hands was already reaching up to wrap around her fixation. No time for foreplay, Komo immediately pushed her face forward and ran her tongue up its length. Her grip tightened around the base, pumping it gently. A wave of satisfaction washed over Komo, a deep, primal want being satiated. Her nose twitched, inhaling the built up flavor of sweat and sex that permeated around her sister’s member, a shiver running up her spine. Trago’s hand dug into the vanity, claws dragging across it while the other covered her mouth. The moan barely slipped out between her fingers. Komo’s hand felt so divine, and her tongue was so warm, she couldn’t help but surrender to her desires. Outside the door she heard the bustle of people preparing for the next act.

“Fine… Just make it quick.”

She pressed her weight onto the vanity and spread her legs out, giving Komo unrestricted access. Komo obliged hungrily, mouth opening wide to catch as much of it inside her as possible. Lips wrapped around it, teeth threateningly pressing into the skin without piercing, all while she furiously pumped the base her hand wet with spit and pre. This cock belonged to her now, and nothing could tear her away from it.

The sounds of the circus performance were drowned out as the world faded away around Komo, her senses all attuned to Trago. The salty taste of pre that already was running down the tip, the scent of a sweaty dick trapped under clothes, the gorgeous shine that she was leaving across it with every lick, the hot veiny skin that pressed against the pad on her hand, and the quiet moans of her sister. As she delighted in each sense a part of her wondered if she was a bit too obsessed with Trago’ fat fucking cock; a thought she tossed out as she pushed her mouth onto the tip, letting inches of dick slide into her mouth.

Trago rolled her head back, trying to relax despite the busied sounds outside the door. If only she wasn’t as big of a slut as her sister, and if only Komo didn’t have such a perfect ass, Trago pondered. The situation had already spiraled out of control, no way to go but down. She reached her hand down to Komo’s head, briefly snapping the girl out of her growing frenzy, clutching one of her large floppy ears. A second later, the other ear as well. Trago treated them like handles, pulling forward on them to force Komo to bob onto her dick.

“Dammit, Komo, why is your mouth so good–”

She said through bared teeth, rocking her hips forward. Komo’s eyes fluttered, happily giving her twin control now that she’s taking initiative. She was happy to be used. A creak from the vanity eeked out out as Trago lifted weight off of it, starting to pull Komo harder as she thrust forward. Small gyrations of her hips quickly became casual pumps forward, which gave way to full body thrusting against Komo’s face. Trago was desperate to get off, furiously starting to slam her hips against Komo’s face. Cock meat slid down her throat with a wet shlick in the room with every thrust, and she finally looked up.

She saw Trago’s towering figure, all dressed to the nines in her jester outfit. Trago’s face was contorted with fury, fangs bore. Before she knew what she was doing, Komo had already reached her hands up to wrap around Trago’s waist for support, gazing up at her with reverent lust. This kind of oral was a rare treat for her, despite her bottomless libido, Trago was much more shy than she wanted her to be. Komo often teased and pressed Trago’s buttons to try and set her off, to get her to use her so roughly like this. Pushing her ass up in the air for Trago to see... She knew what she was doing, and what she just had knowingly done to Trago. And now she’s getting her just reward.

Their eyes met. Trago could see her bliss from the brutal fucking and flustered; but she did not break eye contact. She kept pounding her instead, matching her gaze with a mix of anger and desire. She knew Komo did this on purpose. It’s not the first time Komo’s tried to get her this worked up; but it felt different this time. Something inside of her was rising, bubbling up to the surface and breaking out. Trago snarled, bearing more teeth and pulling her hands down, still clutching Komo’s ears. Komo loved how painful it was as she was forced to open her mouth and show her debauchery, tears running down the stripes under her eyes. She looked like an absolute mess, a mix of fluids running down her chin and splattered against her lips, pathetic looking wet eyes, an expression of utter glee. Even as Trago let go, Komo’s ears didn’t snap back up, they stayed folded back in that submissive ecstasy. Trago’s heart throbbed. Staring down at her, she felt the thumping in her chest and the feeling finally broke free.

“I-I can’t take it, get on your goddamned back, we don’t have time.”

Trago shoved Komo down onto the floor, pouncing on her with a hunger Komo had never seen before. She felt scared; but she also hadn’t been so turned on in months. She was utterly stunned by Trago’s order, even as she felt her back land on the ground she didn’t quite believe it. But she obeyed nonetheless. Frantically, reality catching up, she yanked her pants off and spread her legs. The idea of a condom went across her mind, but Trago’s weight suddenly bearing down on her sent that thought tumbling into the wind. Face to face, she could feel Trago’s breath on her, more like a wild animal than a jester at the moment.

“But, what about a condom-”

“We don’t have time~.”

Trago’s hands grabbed at Komo’s shoulders, claws piercing through her own gloves and dug into Komo’s shoulders while she slapped her cock down onto Komo’s stomach. It started thrusting forward against belly, leaving a slick trail of Komo’s earlier eagerness across her fur. even pressing against her bellybutton at one point. Trago saw her sister’s amazement at the situation; if the two were more lucid and not in such a frenzy, she knew that Komo would be poking fun at her for this, but she didn’t care. One hand finally reached back to angle her cock forward, pushing against the lynx’s inviting hole.

“AhHH– Trago, you’re being so-”

The first thrust caught the next word in Komo’s throat. Trago had pressed her dick as far in as she could with Komo’s unprepared hole, able to get more than half of it inside. Sharp pain coursed through Komo’s body, her figure lurching up to grasp onto Trago for support, arms wrapping behind her back. Her fingers laced into the performer’s outfit, holding on as tight as possible while Trago was already thrusting in again.

Komo’s mind was racing, trying to find something to ground her, to explain what was happening. Did she finally push Trago too far? Was it the thought of missing out on the stage show? The surrender to her base needs at such an important time? Thoughts kept trying to form and answer the questions but fell to pieces seconds later. She wouldn’t get her answer while Trago was pounding her, all she could do was live with the consequences.

Their gasps blew into each other's faces, and Trago went in for the kiss. Locking their feline mouths together as best as they could, tongues pressing against the other. Komo tried her best to keep up the pace while undergoing the fucking of a lifetime, but Trago’s singleminded pounding made it overstimulating, leading to a weak kiss that was easily taken over by the other. Trago’s cock fit so perfectly inside of Komo, like a match made in heaven, each thrust brought Komo’s body to the brink of climax.

That was when Trago started to actually fuck her. Their hips pressed tightly against one another, cockflesh sinking inside Komo. Her heavy ballsack dragged across Komo’s inner thigh, slapping down against her taint and leaving a wet imprint from Komo’s leaking pussy. Their kiss only intensified, tongues tangled while Komo reached a hand up to cup Trago’s cheek, suddenly pressing her thumb into Komo’s mouth to push under her lips. She held Komo like a toy, invading her mouth one digit at a time.

Trago’s mind was so singularly focused on fucking her sister that time was starting to slip away. She had to cum. Fucking Komo’s pussy raw was a once a year danger, they always wore a condom for this, and it felt so mindmeltingly amazing. The barbs on her dick didn’t scrape against Trago, but rather served as bundles of nerves that crackled with pleasure, like little fireworks of delight. Trago felt her dick starting to tighten, a climax approaching. If she could she’d stay here all day, but it seems her eagerness and sensitivity was making her fire off sooner than she had hoped. Whatever, Trago thought; the thoughts of returning to the circus for the show had reemerged, and she knew it was for the best. Trago kept up her pounding, hoping to at least hear her sister scream her name.

Komo’s claws dug into her back, legs kicked up and wrapped around Trago’s waist. Her tail was flailing on the ground under them, and spit was running down her cheek. Between each heavy breath she moaned out letters that barely managed to form words, begging for Trago to keep going.

“Trago, Trago, fuck, fuck-”

She could feel Trago’s thrusting grow even more ferocious, faster, the end was coming. She could feel it; consequences? No, those don’t exist at this moment. Just the passion, the pleasure. She NEEDED this. Komo threw her head back, breaking the kiss, mouth open.

“Trago, PLEA-”

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Both of them immediately fell silent, their hearts immediately grasped by the reaper's bony hand. The reality that had fallen around them returned. Trago looked back at the door, panting. Her thrusting had fully halted, cock fully hilted inside of Komo.

“W-What is it?”

“Dia!”

It was the ringmaster.

“You’re on in 5! Hurry up, we’re waiting on you!”

“Right on it sir!”

Trago replied, pitching her voice ever higher to match that of their Dia persona. There was a brief noise of approval followed by footsteps echoing behind the door, and the gentleman walked away. Trago looked down. Komo was still clutched onto her back for dear life, and her face looked like more of a mess. Tear slicked fur, evidence of their makeout coating her chin, and her eyes had a wild pleading in them. She wanted Trago more than anything. Trago felt it again, that same bubbling feeling. Her hips moved back, and pressed back inside with renewed vigor.

Komo moaned, a dangerously loud noise for how close the ringmaster was, and she tightened her grasp around Trago. Pulling her into a tight hug for support, she buried her face into Trago’s shoulder. Trago exhaled and a wash of heat covered Komo’s face. Her hands moved her down to the ground with one on each side of Komo’s face and she thrust forward with everything she had, slamming Komo’s ass into the floor. Their tails touched, and curled around themselves during it all.

“You…”

Trago started to whisper. Their faces were so close now she could speak right into Komo’s ear.

“You keep bending over to get me excited. I know you do.”

Komo gulped.

“Touching my chest, slapping my ass, and even stealing my panties.”

The last part struck Komo, her mind wandering; and suddenly realized that the worst case scenario had already occurred. Trago was aware that Komo had been stealing her clothes to sniff.

“I found them inside your pillowcase. And here you mocked me for being so ‘insatiable’ for my darling sister.”

Trago slowed briefly, before slamming back down on the word ‘sister’ with an audible grunt.

“I bet you finger yourself while huffing them, don’t you? You’re the real insatiable one around here, aren’t you? Good.”

Trago’s once shy demeanor was melting away; it would return later, but in this moment, that bubbling feeling that kept arising, Trago knew what it was. The need to dominate.

“I’ve been waiting for a good excuse to vent my arousal, to stop draining my balls all alone because of how quickly I get aroused again, a curse of libido. And you’re going to take it all now. Whenever.”

Her breath was heavy on Komo’s ear.

“I.”

Her tongue snaked out, gently gracing Komo.

“Want.”

Komo felt all her dreams come true, and the cruel reality that came with it. She had finally managed to give her sister the confidence she needed to treat her a cocksleeve. Komo came. Her pussy flexed, gripping Trago’s cock and milking it, screaming out into the room. People heard from beyond the door. Her orgasmic cry was the last push Trago needed, and now that her cock was being pressed for all it was worth, she redoubled her thrusting; the barbs lighting up once again with pops of raw pleasure, Trago’s climax was coming. And when it finally did, it was then Trago realized that there was, in fact, no condom.

Cum erupted from Trago, painting the insides of Komo’s pussy, flooding her with a wave of orgasm. Komo’s head hit the ground, tongue lolled out in ahegao bliss, the feeling of being filled up with so much seed too much for her to handle. The virile load kept coming, a second rope of batter completely filling up Komo’s womb, cum escaping back around Trago’s dick and leaking down her taint and onto the floor. A third rope of cum, her womb distended slightly, painfully, and her whole body twitched. Trago’s back was arched, teeth grit in utter exertion, before finally she started to relax her arms, falling forward with Komo.

The climax continued on, even though Trago was tired. More cum in, and more cum dripped out on the floor beneath them. The largest load of Trago’s life, all of it inside of her twin sister. She’s cum in her ass before, and her pussy as well. But never raw. The world was reforming, piece by piece, Trago’s senses turning back on to observe the world that was before them. A familiar world, with familiar problems, and familiar anxieties. Her eyes widened. The show. The big show, she had to go out. How long did she have? Less than 2 minutes? She didn’t even have her mask on. Quickly, she started to pull out, causing a phantom climax from both of them that stunted her progress again, more cum oozing onto the floor.

“K-Komo, let go, I need… To get ready…”

She panted, slowly peeling her lovestruck partner off of her, beginning to stand. Her legs were weak, but, managing to move. Komo didn’t react; just fell onto her back, looking like the cat that got the canary. She could think, and move, if she really wanted. But Komo was merely so stunned by the events of the night that she wanted to bask in it. Trago hurried, grabbing her last kukri and her mask, quickly putting it on.

“Okay Komo, stay here- Love you!”

And with that, she was off, pulling her pants up as she rushed out of the room. Komo was left alone, twitching, and thinking. Her legs hurt, and she was coming down the greatest orgasm she’s ever had. Below, her womb stirred, still oozing with Trago’s seed. Seed that was far, far too virile for its own good.

Later, Komo heard it was the best show Trago had ever put on. She wasn’t able to stand until after the night’s show ended, and even then she was a wobbly mess. A change of clothes and cleaning herself up helped, but the moment that she ran into Trago once again back at their room, Komo felt so strange around her. Her heart raced and she could barely look in Trago’s direction. And when the two settled in after a wordless night, Komo felt a firm hand grab her shoulder, and pull her in for a kiss. By morning, she couldn’t stand.

—----------------------------

7 months later.

Komo quietly nestled into the bed, holding her book, glancing up nervously at the door to their room. Another performance night; Komo’s been stuck in here for the last few months, ever since her costume stopped fitting. Trago’s been performing her heart out every night in turn, their act growing and becoming even more dazzling. Komo still helped of course when she could, and she kept up her practice as much as possible. But with her current troubles, it was hard.

Footsteps. She shrank, hiding her face behind the tome. The door unlocked and in came Trago, tearing her mask off and beaming. Her self confidence at an all time high, she glanced over at Komo in their bed and snickered, slowly beginning to take off the heavy jester outfit. Komo’s eyes peeked over the book and watched her carefully. She had to tread lightly.

“Hi Trago, how did the performance go?”

She tested the waters, focusing back on her book and pretending that her heart wasn’t racing. The room fell silent, and she stared at the page across meaningless words. A sudden hand sprang out and gripped her book, pulling it down.

“A—AH!”

The book thumped to the ground as Trago lept onto Komo, tearing the sheets away from her and running her hands forward over her beautiful stomach. Her belly was large and round underneath her turtleneck sweater. The consequences of their debauchery plain as the eye can see for the lynx twins, but Trago reveled in it. Her hands ran over it, gently pressing on it as she pushed her mouth forward into Komo’s neck.

“I missed you my little purrbox~”

Komo sighed, her hands wrapping around Trago’s back.

“I-I missed you too…”

Komo mumbled, the embarrassment from Trago’s obvious fixation written on her face. Trago’s fangs brushed up past the sweater, prodding into her neck before being replaced by a sensual lick. Her hands moved back down, sliding underneath the sweater and raising it up to feel Komo’s beautiful stomach once again, spreading her hands out into her fur and rubbing it all over. Komo released a pent up moan; she didn’t feel stimulation, but the raw physical contact was making her mewl with delight. From deep inside her throat, she started purring.

The pair’s antics 7 months ago led to the obvious happening, and yet it took them both by surprise. It started as Komo feeling sick, and then her suit started to feel tight. The day the pair finally put their braincell together and figured out what was happening, they were completely blindsided. Komo was more terrified than Trago, but strangely, Trago seemed turned on by it. Something Komo started out being appalled by, but moments later when she was bent over yet again and taking it raw she started understanding the true joys of being bred. A feeling that only grew, along with her stomach. Her pregnant belly became an object of obsession for Trago along with her fat ass now. Her cup size increased as well, from A all the way to C; and yet still not as large as Trago’s chest. With a stomach that finally matched her ass, Trago couldn’t keep her hands off of her.

Komo couldn’t leave their room anymore; the circus itself still only knew that Dia existed, not the twins. Whether by habit or anxiety, they decided together to keep their debauchery a secret. She still managed to sneak out of course, and the pair loved going out into the town together, but that was a rarity that only grew harder every passing day.

Trago sighed and inhaled her sister’s fur, the heavenly scent making her relax.

“The show went well, I managed to cut the volunteer’s hair from 10 feet away with my knives, no blood this time. I think I did a good job.”

Komo nodded, relaxing quietly into Trago’s doting grasp. Her body relaxed one muscle at a time, leaving them quietly embracing for minutes on end. Just as Komo felt comfortable, she heard Trago whisper.

“I am still filled with energy though…”

Trago reared back, and slid her pants down. Why did it seem even bigger? It’s like the more Trago indulged the fatter her cock grew, or maybe it was an mirage of her lust. It slapped forward against her pregnant stomach, the sweaty member’s tip pressing against her bellybutton.

“A-Ah, Trago, fuck…”

Komo looked down at it as Trago began to grind up and down her stomach, a pair of hands gently holding onto the sides of the belly as she marked it with her steamy member.

“Ah, Trago, fuck, what?”

She didn’t even look up. Instead, she brought a paw down and pressed the cock firmly against her stomach, letting it sit there and leak precum onto her. Komo could feel it twitch.

“Please…”

“Please? Use your words, Komo. I know you can do more than say please and moan my name.”

She looked up, hunger in her eyes. Komo couldn’t look away.

“D-Dammit, just fuck me!”

She whimpered, hoping her resignation would be enough. Trago clicked her tongue and leaned forward again, reaching a paw up to grasp her chin.

“Do better than that and I will.”

Komo’s mouth hung limply, Trago’s thumb pressing inside and squishing her tongue down. Komo twisted her head weakly, trying to break free.

“Fine, fine… I, I need you, so badly. While you were gone I was so horny for your dick that I masturbated with one of the handles of your kukri.”

She immediately realized her mistake, and her eyes shot open.

“W-Wait-”

“You got off while I wasn’t around?”

Trago’s expression darkened, her eyes practically glowing and staring Komo down.

“Yes I did but it was small and I was so horny because of this morning, and—”

She was rambling, spitting out excuses.

“Tsk tsk tsk… I’ll let this infraction go under one condition.”

Komo nodded eagerly.

“I want you to open your legs, and beg me to stuff more kits inside you. Tell me how much you love it. I wanna hear you admit it.”

Komo nodded. That was easy. Trago peeled off of her, and Komo removed her sweater. From underneath, two breasts that had grown in size came out. Almost as large as Trago’s now, and both of them had wet tips. Now that the foreplay was out of the way, it was her turn to make Trago beg. Their whole play they were putting on was mostly a performance for the pair of them; a way to turn them both on even further and play up their biggest kinks. Now that Trago had gotten most of the dirty talk out of the way, Komo brought one hand up to her tit and one down to her cunt.

Her hand squeezed, and milk dribbled out down her fur, while she spread her pussy out, showing her leaking hole.

“Please sister, I need you!! Fuck me until I can’t move and make my stomach as big as you can. I love being your stay at home breeding bitch…”

Trago’s cock surged with arousal. She pounced, and slammed her deeper into the bed.

“Good girl~.”

Her hands pushed down on each side of Komo’s body as she slid her hips forward, guiding her cock forward to press against her pulsating entrance. She didn’t immediately go inside, instead grinding forward against it and rubbing her barbs against Komo’s clit, watching the girl melt underneath her, as well as applying some light lubricant from the femcum. Komo waited with bated breath, staring up at her lover, hands wrapped firmly around her back.

The first thrust was as liberating as ever. She waited all day for Trago to get back, pent up and needy, and she finally could let go. Her cunt was more sensitive than ever, finally enough that she could feel the tiny barbs dragging inside of her, making them both erupt with moans of delight. Their mouths grew closer, finally catching each other in a kiss while Trago began to pull back.

The thrusts started slow but quickly picked up pace. Komo’s cunt was modeled perfectly for Trago’s desire, clenching in just the perfect way to drive her to slam even harder. It was only moments before she was fully pounding her into the bed, her stomach pressing against Komo’s with every thrust. Komo writhed beneath her, purring loudly at the attention while lazily kissing back, swallowing her sister’s spit like ambrosia. Her stomach was so unwieldy, she felt like she was stuck in place molded into the bed, but Trago made it worth it. It was nice knowing that Trago thought her stomach was so beautiful, whenever she was home alone she idly wondered how Trago would sweep her off her metaphorical feet that night. She dreamily sighed into their kiss, twisting her head to catch more of Trago’s mouth. All around her the air swirled, stained with Komo’s heady rutting stench. She was addicted to it.

Their rutting was passionate. One of Trago’s hands ran up Komo’s arm and pulled it away, just so that she could lace their fingers together above their heads. Once Trago had started being more dominant around Komo, she buckled beneath it, her bratty persona melting to that of a shy admirer. Trago broke the kiss, strings of saliva hanging in the air between their mouths. Her head moved down, breaking the handhold as well to cup a breast and squish it, letting a thin stream of milk spurt out into the air. Komo gasped, arm diving forward to clutch at Komo again while she played with her tits. Trago’s other arm moved up as well, grabbing her free breast and she groped both at the same time. Milk flowed from both, streaming down her breasts and coating Trago’s fingers.

Being milked and used drove Komo mad, throwing her head back and whining into their (newly) soundproofed room, biting her lip on a particularly hard pinch on her nipple.

“I should go get you the milker later, we want you to be as productive as possible afterall. We kitties need our milk~”

She snickered, suddenly squeezing her chest hard and watching Komo erupt into a loud pained cry as some milk squirted against her chest.

“Maybe you’ll start mooing soon with how much you seem to loooove being milked~”

Komo smiled wearily.

“M-Moo…”

“Good girl.”

Trago slammed forward, pressing against the end of her passage and battering at her womb, her hefty balls preparing to finally release. Trago could feel that she was close, and leaned down to lap at one of Komo’s nipples with her sandpaper tongue, getting one last cute moan out of Komo.

“I think I’m getting close~”

Trago moved back up, one hand darting to Komo’s chin and firmly grasping, forcing her to look forward. Trago’s mouth hung open overhead, panting at she slamfucked her twin. From the tip of her tongue a long string of saliva began to fall off, and Komo eagerly opened her mouth to catch it.

“Slut.”

She teased, holding Komo’s mouth open.

“Let me hear your cries darling~”

Komo obliged, taking a breath in before mindly moaning, her body arching and writhing with delight. She was close too; something about them being twins made them attuned to eachother’s desires, thankfully, that included finishing. Her legs spread out further, held up in the air as she reached down to pull further, presenting herself ina full mating press. Juices leaked out from her cunt down her ass, staining the bed yet again.

“F-FUCK!! Trago, PLEASE!!”

She felt air escape her throat, and she was left breathless, the world slowing down. Trago’s fury intensified, growling under her breath as the flames of passion took over. The need to breed had gripped her very soul, and her heavy ballsack began to tighten. Komo’s eyes were pricked with tears, and she held onto her legs for dear life. Harder, faster, their breath grew frantic and irregular.

Trago came first. Her hips pressed snugly against Komo’s, hands on her shoulders as she released her pent up seed. With her tip kissing Komo’s womb, an insanely virile seed rushed inside. It was a multitude of times larger than it was 7 months ago, her balls working harder to produce more seed for such a libidinous soul. Waves upon waves of seed hammered Komo’s needy womb, already nearly full. Komo’s climax came on the third rope of semen. Her pussy clenched tightly, draining Trago’s balls with as much desire as she could manage, screaming for Trago’s ears. Their sex never got easier to handle; her sensitivity, desires, and need only grew, as they would keep doing so.

Trago pulled back during their joint climaxes, fucking her through it briefly and letting seed squirt out onto the sheets under them, riding it out with gritted teeth. She suddenly drew back, pressing her dick against the gaping hole and letting the last cum stream onto Komo’s pregnant stomach. Even mid way through, it was an excessive amount of cum that splattered down onto her stomach, oozing down her round belly. Komo’s eyes fluttered shut, the paralysis of climax starting to leave her, going limp onto the bed. Her pussy gaped below, thicks clumps of steaming cum oozing out.

Even after all that, Trago wasn’t done. Slowly, energy clearly leaving her body, she slapped her dick into a thick spot of cum, rubbing her cock into it, marking her stomach with the stench of sex. She just wanted to rub her dick all over Komo’s body, just so that every inch of her was tainted, but the stomach especially. It belonged to her. Komo slowly looked up, reaching a hand forward to rub her cum soaked fur.

“T-Thank you, Mistress…”

“You’re welcome, darling.”

She pulled away, and leaned down onto her chest, gently pressing her mouth against her tit and slowly starting to suck on it, wrapping her arms around her possessively. It was late, and both were exhausted for different reasons. After a moment, she leaned up to kiss her, the milky taste familiar from how many times Trago’s forced her to taste herself like this. Their kiss was lazy, tongues pressing against eachother and lips not even locking, just a pair of lustful lynxes embracing eachother.

Her womb was filled, bred again, not that it would actually make her more pregnant. Trago had tomorrow off, and that meant a whole day together. Komo looked into her beautiful eyes, knowing that half the day she’d be at Trago’s mercy, and the other half would be spent wondering when it would happen again. The pair of insatiable, debaucherous twins rested together. Though it was the first, it would not be their only pregnancy. They knew it was wrong, but it made it feel right. No one understood each other like the other did; the twins rested, quietly reveling in eachother’s bodies.

As they did yesterday, and would tomorrow, and as they would forevermore.