Part 3: A Horizon of Hope

Month of Tidumoon, Day 3. Sowdak.

“THE OUTBREAK IS NEARLY CONTAINED. WE EXPECT THIS TO BE THE LAST MONTH OF LOCKDOWN BUT IT IS IMPERATIVE TO NOT LEAVE YOUR HOMES UNTIL IT IS LIFTED. ATTEMPTS TO SPREAD THE DISEASE BY LEAVING YOUR HOME WILL BE PUNISHABLE BY DEATH.”

It was the second time the heralds had come by since the fire four days ago. They made the announcement at each intersection and halfway down the longer streets, ensuring everyone would hear at least once but most two or three times.

Portia and Jasper watched from the window as they passed, still in their sealed, hooded and snorkeled oil skin suits that every city official and watchperson they’d seen was wearing. He had been psychically scanning for the otter who started the fire any time one of them came by but she hadn’t returned.

“Well? Is it real? Or are they just trying to keep us here long enough to burn it all down?”

“She’s reporting what she’s been told but isn't sure if she believes it. Is this the second time they’ve changed the date?”

“The third.”

“Yeah…”

“Anya was supposed to start at the Academy in Westerkerk the morning after the fire.”

“I’m sure she made it. You think that Ryo fellow is going to creep on her?”

“At this point, I hope that’s the worst of her troubles. She’s tough. I didn’t think I’d miss them all this much.”

He put his arm around her waist, resting his head on her shoulder. “You had a lot of things to figure out.”

Portia pulled him near and nodded. “We need to get out of here. Urgently.”

After a long pause, he replied. “I've been waiting for you to say that. You’ve been different since the fire.”

She turned to look down at him, her forehead raising.

“Not in a bad way! And I swear I didn’t read your mind. I can just tell. You’re colder. Distracted. Not in the mood. And I know it’s not because of me.”

With a deep breath, she thought long on how to proceed until the words slowly escaped. “Are you going…”

“...back to the castle? Yes, I am. I was being a brat when I thought my life was so terrible. I’ll be better this time. To other people. To my responsibilities. And of course, to you and the rest of our family. Maybe, that also puts me in a better position than my heroic, vigilante mother, to figure out what's really going on with the plague and the arsonist. Lone wolf or a grand conspiracy?”

She gave a solemn nod.

“You have a great plan for the family and the best way I can help is to ensure there is a safe place for them here, while you figure out a more permanent solution. Maybe we can keep this safehouse and I can set up another one or two with my other family’s resources."

“Well, that’s very selfless of you, Jasper. You're sure it’s what you want?”

A mischievous smile formed. “Not that selfless. I’m giving you a reason to come back and bring some sisters with you,” he waggled his brow. “We’ll keep the whole ‘biological mother’ thing between us so that they’ll let you stay in my quarters.”

“Deal,” she said with a nod and a laugh.

He slipped in and hugged her. “I hope you’re not upset. I never would have figured out how lucky I am if it wasn’t for you and our time together.”

She squeezed him back, resting her head on his.

“Of course not. We don’t need to waste any more time. We can put up a sign for the morning. They’ll send one of those suits when they know it’s you. Then you can arrange to have another one delivered for me.”

He turned to face her, squeezing her breasts with both hands, grinning up at her. “You think they’ll have one that fits over these?”

“Ask for a big suit.”

Fingertips began to explore, his eyes captivated by her chest. “I’ve gotten so used to this being our lives but now that it might actually end… should we wait another day?”

“Jasper, I can say with total confidence as a commitment-averse and independent woman, that there isn’t a single person on this planet that I have had sex with more times than you. You might even be my longest relationship.”

“I bet you’ve never had so much cum on you either,” he brushed his fingers over prickled fur.

She laughed and shook her head. “I’ve been neck-deep in semen. I've swam in it. More than once. You don’t get to break every record.”

He moved closer and slid his erection against her stomach, poking the bottom of her breasts. “What if we clear the schedule today and get a few extras in? For the memories?”

“Are you trying to hurt yourself? Or me?”

After a playful wink, he led her to the bed. “If we don’t waddle out of here, sore and chaffed, did we really make full use of our time?”

“Alright Jasper. Let’s fuck like no mother and son have fucked. Though I think we already have.”

"We're going to do even better. A proper incestathon!"

On the edge of the mattress, they melted together in nips and kisses and gropes before he greased up his erection with the cooking fat they kept in a jar on the nightstand. He eased her back on the mattress and climbed on top of her, eager hands groping and squeezing. Hips drew back like a bow, high in the air until his length lined up with her folds.

‘UNGH! I’m going to miss this!” he groaned as he sank to the hilt, with fire in his eyes. “You’re sure you don’t want to get married? Do this every night?”

“Take it while you have it, Jasper. I've got a lot of sons to fuck.”

“Gladly!”

The impending scarcity invigorated him and he was rough and eager. Selfish and energetic. The bed creaked rhythmically for his effort, protesting its continued abuse. Portia laid back with her legs spread in the air around him, bracing a hand on him as his muzzle hung low over her breasts, transfixed by how they shook. Her howling orgasm came imminently and his thrusting was free to become greedy with his climax impending. He pulled out and jumped to his feet, standing over her and jerking the last few strokes himself. With a groan, he released a thick torrent of semen down on her chest, face and open, hungry mouth.

“You’ll get a bath soon enough, Mom. And I don’t think I should try this with anyone else.”

“Smart boy,” she said, sitting up to meet him then delicately taking his sex-swollen erection and wiping off the fat that remained on him. She reached back to spread it over her asshole while easing his length into her muzzle, minding his sensitive wince. He brushed back her hair, smiling down at her. “This is one of my favorite views. There’s no immediate pleasure for you. You’re just sucking your own son’s dick, wet from your own pussy.”

She nodded slowly, working back and forth on a cock that was trying to go soft, fondling his scrotum. It didn’t make it halfway limp before he was getting hard again but she took her time, looking up into his eyes as she did. Eventually, he came again, semen oozing out the sides of her lips from what she didn’t swallow.

He went for a glass of water as she flopped back, lidding her eyes and watching him, his length hanging half-limp as he returned.

“Want some?” He lifted the water and she shook her head. He grinned and set it down. “Is it too soon to have sex again?”

“Jasper!”

“I started thinking how, by the time you find and fuck all of the older sons, the younger ones will be old enough too.”

“I doubt I’m going to fuck ALL of my sons…”

“Sure Mom.” He was stroking himself, swelling to arousal yet again."I wonder if you have enough sons to outnumber every other guy you've ever been with."

"That's sick. And that would be a LOT of sons." She looked at the thick ledger and considered. "Maybe?"

"Thirty-eight years old and you might fuck more of your kin than your non-kin. That's so hot." His renewed erection already told her that.

“You’re a machine,” she chuckled in playful dismay, rolling over onto her stomach, knees and elbows, her legs apart.

“It’s easy when my mother is the sexiest woman in the world and today might be our last time for a long time!” He hurried over to mount her again, a lazier pace from exhaustion but his deft, sawing pelvis still brought her to climax with practiced ease.

He pulled out again and stood up, lifting her hips with him, her face, arms and chest still on the mattress, upside down. “Hold them together, Mom,” he asked, then pushed his cock down between her breasts, resuming his thrusting as his muzzle descended on her pussy, licking and lapping yet another orgasm from her. As she finished, he groaned and unloaded another surge of semen into her cleavage.

Panting in near unison with her, he helped lift her higher then knelt on the bed, her thighs over his shoulders and her braced half-upright on her forearms and breasts.

“Is your mouth under there?”

“Jasper!”

His hands gently pushed her cheeks apart. “Suck it while I eat your ass.”

The vixen was exhausted but it was a challenge now and she obliged, bringing her mouth around what poked free of her breasts. He did most of the work, fucking her face and breasts while rubbing her sex and tonguing her asshole until after some time, they both came yet again.

Laying side by side on the bed, the light suggested it was nearing noon.

“We should eat something other than each other. And clean the place up a bit before you go?"

“What do you think our record is, Mom?”

“For what? A day?”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t know. That first week was pretty nonstop. We were maniacs. I don’t know who wanted it more.”

Jasper’s muzzle bore a proud grin. “We had to fuck all that regret and shame out of you.”

Portia only huffed a laugh. “Mission accomplished, I guess. It’s hard to imagine now, having any dick in me that didn’t come out of me first.”

He rolled on his side to face her. “You may’ve not meant to fuck Joseph but you sure meant to fuck me. I wish I could be there to see you with all of the other sons. And Joseph is going to be so happy to know this too!”

“Thanks for reminding me what a horrible mother I am.”

“Best mother a boy could hope for. So what do you think? Eight or nine times?”

“I’d guess seven. That’s still a lot though.”

“I think we should do it ten times today, Mom. And the two times you sucked my dick don’t count.” He was getting hard talking about it, reaching down to touch her sex. “Have you ever done that? With anyone?”

“Jasper," she was stern, even as her body reacted to him. “Are you trying to break me? Or yourself?”

“It’s like my penis knows it’s our last day of this and wants to not waste a minute of it.”

“Well, stop trying to set records. Just enjoy the time we have together.” He nodded as he kissed and nipped, moving on top of her and sinking into her again.

“Fine. But I want to fuck my mother ten times today. I want to make a huge mess of you, Mom. I want to see you completely covered in cum.”

“I am completely covered in cum. You’ve been cumming all over me for two months.”

He started to show his exhaustion and she, hers but they held each other close then intimately, writhing and grinding until she came then he did, clumsily pulling out to paint her again. Panting, they agreed to a break but after a light lunch and a long nap, they rolled into each other’s arms again.

As the sun set, they were in the middle of their ninth round, reminded every time for Jasper counting aloud every time he entered her. He was pulling out every time and she was showing the effects of the renewed effort to glaze her, the fur of her entire core a mess of her child’s damp and drying semen. Even her hair was getting bad again.

With the bed frame threatening to break at some point that afternoon, they’d pulled the mattress off and onto the floor, next to the map carved in it. She was on her back with her legs in the air, twisted to keep her hand holding his rump, her middle finger sunk into his ass to the knuckle, massaging his prostate. All his efforts for a marathon had not broken her own vigor.

“I want a lot of cum this time, baby. Give me as much as you’ve got!”

“Oh fuck, Mom. It’s gonna be a big one!”

She pressed her finger down hard and he pulled out just in time to ejaculate skyward in a ballistic arc, both of their eyes following it as it flew high over her head and then splashed in mid-air, defying all laws of reality.

Like a bowl of chowder lobbed in a bar fight, it crashed into some unseen barricade and stopped, painting a form in negative. It was above them, curved and organic and the thick semen was stuck in odd patterns, like a coat of fur. Time seemed to slow down as Portia tried to make sense of it. The image was unmistakable, as soon as it processed that she was seeing something impossible: the spray of teenage ejaculate had landed in the incomplete shape of a pair of gigantic breasts! His cum was so viscous, it had barely moved before a second gush blasted them, revealing a more complete form that began to move. A third gush painted more still. Splatters on a stomach. A face and muzzle!

Someone was with them. Invisible. And apparently, with breasts so massive they dwarfed Portia's.

“What the fuck?!” Jasper staggered back in disbelief, screaming while the rest of his orgasm sprayed into the room, still managing to aim at the interloper and revealing more of her, even as the form started to move.

Portia scrambled to her feet but her head crashed into the soft, invisible underside of the liquid breasts floating above her, sending them both reeling, off balance. A heavy thud followed and they finally appeared behind the creamy coating as she tried to catch herself against the wall. A blur of white fur and red hair! Ears and a tail! Magic! An attacker!

Portia leaped to grab her shortsword in the mess of the room and with her blade in hand, she turned to size up the intruder, who was now far less threatening: a fox, teenaged and blatantly female, with shoulder-length, reddish hair and a chest twice the size of Portia's, making her an easy target for Jasper’s wild, awkwardly continuing ejaculation.

Their interloper was wide-eyed and screaming, every bit as surprised as the both of them. Some of it splashed up to her open mouth and she closed and covered it, howling through fingers that held her mouth shut, trying to stop herself from retching.

With Portia's weapon brought to ready, the intruder scrambled along the wall on all fours, a clumsy, awkward crawl with size and bulk that dominated her movement and restricted her range of motion. She and Jasper were screaming but she wasn’t fast enough to escape another volley of semen sent her way. He had to be doing it on purpose. The next gush lost vigor and splattered on the floor, halfway to her.

The sword fell to Portia’s side and her jaw fell with it.

“You’re… Anastasia.”

The screaming stopped and the room went silent just in time to hear Jasper’s shortening arc of orgasm plop on the mattress in a dull thud.

“You’re Anastasia?!” Jasper scrambled up on all fours, his eyes latched onto her massive chest that spilled out, squeezed between her thighs and her torso. The intruding vixen was the last of the three to stop screaming but a moment later, she did. All three of them froze, waiting.

“I’m Anastasia,” she swallowed and nodded, wiping her mouth clean with her arm.

Her voice was entirely different from what Portia had heard previously. It was soft and quiet but firm, where the Life Wizard, Darcy’s impersonation of her, had been bold and sultry. In retrospect, it was a bit of a caricature. As far as she could tell, this real Anastasia wasn’t hiding a giant cock and testicles either.

Jasper was incredulous and transfixed. “How did you…” he crunched his expression in concentration.

“That won't work, Jasper,” she said with a shake of her head. “I protected myself before I came in. I knew you were a Pureblood. Most Purebloods are psychic.”

"Most?!" Portia let out a long breath. “Anastasia, the Sorcerer’s Apprentice. You’ve been in here with us, invisible since the night when the door was unlocked. Fucking Magic.”

“You’re a light sleeper, Mother.”

That was weeks ago.”

Anastasia's gaze was pointed and stern, knowing brows lifted. Her arms extended outward, twisting her hands out and up. “Help me up?”

Portia squinted and raised the short sword halfway. “Did Zarron send you?”

“No. Zarron wants to kill me. Or maybe worse. A lot of things happened, right after he caught you. The important part is, I ran off and didn’t have anywhere to go. I needed to find you.”

“Where is your sister? Evangeline?”

“Still with Zarron, which is for the best. I can explain but I’d like to do it on my feet, without my brother’s semen all over me.”

Portia set down the shortsword and pulled Anastasia to stand, the bustier, younger vixen almost knocking her over in an attempt to hug her around their combined, massive chests. She held her mother tightly as far as she could reach. Slightly shorter, Anastasia's breasts pushed under Portia's, lifting them near her mother's face. Ana rested her head on them with no chance to reach her mother's shoulder.

Portia hesitated at first, the moment barely registering as a hug. Anya and Marina had been challenging enough to meet face-to-face but Anastasia was like hugging a wall. She could barely reach past her shoulders and the back of her head but took them and squeezed. In a moment, it felt natural and familiar. They were family.

Portia waited for her daughter to let go first and she didn’t for what seemed like ages, but eventually relaxed her grip.

“Sorry. There’s more of your brother’s sperm on you now,” Portia chuckled, patting her back and squeezing her. "Not much hugging when you get raised by an evil wizard, is there?"

"Not much, no."

“Why were you so close? While we were. You know.” Jasper rose to his feet, his erection invigorated to fullness after watching their embrace.

Anastasia stepped back from her. “I’m not going to have sex with you, Jasper. But it’s good to meet you.” She walked up and put her arm around him from the side to avoid his forward-stabbing penis. A careful hand hesitated before coming to rest on the small of her back. He smiled impishly back to their mother.

“Why didn’t you reveal yourself sooner?”

The younger vixen’s head dipped as she pulled back from him. “I was learning a lot. The plan. The ledger. The map. Your conversations. Your character.” Her voice was still firm despite her unsure demeanor.

"Sorry to disappoint you," Portia sighed. “The fire? Did you have anything to do with it?”

Ana cracked a smile. “Only that I put it out.”

“So we DID close the door.”

“You did.”

“But there was fire inside…”

“Just a cantrip. It was to help you get moving. We all needed out.”

Portia brought her hands to her hips. “Ok. And even after that, you stayed invisible in here, watching your brother fuck his and your Mother. For THREE WEEKS?”

Her eyes continued to avoid either of them. “Yes.”

Portia looked at the familiar, spikey, matted wetness of her daughter’s groin. She hadn’t been just watching. Nor had she been bathing.

“It wasn’t a surprise. I saw you mounted by Joseph when I first met you.”

Jasper perked with interest but restrained his obvious urge to interrupt.

“That was a misunderstanding. I didn’t know he was my son. I didn’t know I HAD a son until Zarron told me.”

“I figured out the whole thing. Between what I knew at home, and what I’ve heard here. But this isn’t a misunderstanding.” Anastasia’s eyes darted from cum-covered mother and erect son.

She sighed. “No. No, it’s not.” Jasper slipped his arms around his mother’s waist and leaned on her. “But I’m going with it. Cool mom sucks and fucks her baby boys. I can’t get pregnant so what’s the harm?”

Anastasia shrugged. “I don’t understand why anyone cares. Even inbreeding isn't that dangerous,” she gestured to Jasper, who deflated. “Zarron grew suspicious of the inbreds in our bloodline as they aged. Defects were more frequent than non-inbreds, but still uncommon and rarely severe. He was more concerned about how powerful you were all growing up to be than anything else, even though that's why he inbred you in the first place. He even tried to stop making them when I was thirteen but..."

She stopped herself. "We can talk about that later. For now, I can get you out of here safely. Jasper, you back to the castle. Mother, you and I, out of town. No suits. We can see Bowen and Sienna. Take them, if we need. They shut the city down so fast that the plague is mostly contained here. There were only a few cases in Zentia.”

Portia lifted her head slowly, eyes wide and desperate.

“The others are fine. Booker, Anya, Evita, Edgar, Marina and of course, Joseph. I had to magically track down him because apparently, you want to be unfindable by magic.” She glared at the relagite stone on the bedside table.

“I spent three days at Booker’s. I arrived the day before Anya left. I don't think I'd hugged or been hugged since I was a child until I met them all. It was awkward, at first but they made me feel welcome. I like all of them. I like having a family."

Portia covered her mouth and her shoulders slumped, eyes glossy with wetness.

"They all miss you, Mother. Booker offered to let me stay but I could tell he was worried that I'd be useless in the bakery," she looked down at her chest. "He was right. I barely fit behind the counter. Finding my family wasn't the goal though: you were. I needed to know the truth about where we came from and now, I know. When they told me you’d gone on without them, I tracked the ledger.”

Portia exhaled, deep and loud before rushing to Anastasia for another difficult hug.

“I almost dropped it in the sea.”

“I’m glad you didn’t. For all of our sakes. We should wait until it’s very late to leave. I can clean us all up with a spell beforehand. I’ll scrub this room of evidence. Leave everything nonessential behind. That includes weapons. Armor." She paused and added: "Clothes. It's the only way my archaic version of Invisibility works.”

Portia shrugged and sighed, looking at her weathered, custom-built armor she hadn’t worn in almost two months. She wondered if it even still fit since she was thinner now from regular exercise, limited rations and no alcohol. “Fine. Naked out there beats clothed in here. That was expensive though.”

“It turns out you can make a lot of money doing magic for people. We’ll be fine.”

The elder vixen stiffened up and squinted. “You’re planning to come with me? To rescue the rest?”

Anastasia twitched and paused, then turned to face her mother fully. “Anya told me what happened in Redwall. She had a Ring of Fireball Casting that she wasn't trained with. I’ve been around magic since before I could crawl. I tracked you hundreds of miles from The Pale Lands with magic. You know how dangerous it is between there and here but I survived. Unscathed. Eighteen years old. Looking like this. Over land and sea. I got into a walled city under martial law without any clothes on. I hid in the same room with two of you, one of you psychic, for twenty-five days. I can sneak all of us, including Bowen and Sienna, out of a fortified city while protecting us from a fatal, airborne plague. I memorized your entire map and plan. I know where Zarron lives. I have your entire ledger memorized and I know which parts of it are out of date and which ones are wrong."

She paused pointedly, catching her breath. "Do you want to send me to Zentia to bake muffins with a chest like this?”

Portia cracked a smile. “You are definitely my daughter. I was worried it’d be lonely out there.”

Anastasia's flat demeanor broke enough to smile at the corner of her mouth.

“So why did you wait so long to reveal yourself?” Jasper looked between them, for approval to interrupt.

The smile fell. “I didn't mean for it to happen like this. I was going to. I wasn’t sure the best way. You decided this morning to go back and Mother decided to leave so I was about to. Soon. I didn’t know how I would present myself when I first came in, or if I even wanted to. You were having sex before I had a chance to think about it. Right after I walked in. Zarron had a lot of stories about how awful you were that I didn’t think were true. I had to know if he was right. He wasn’t. Other than about you really liking sex. That was true.”

“You’ve been watching us for three weeks.”

"Yes. I heard every conversation you had. In bed, over meals. Iterating and refining your plan to save your sons and daughters. Trying to help Jasper be a good man.” She paused and cleared her throat. “I grew up very isolated. The only men I’ve seen naked until now are Zarron and two of my brothers. We were told by Zarron and our nannies that the world forbade incest but there I was as a little girl in his lab, helping him inseminate your eggs with my uncle's sperm. He thought it would make you more powerful and said that incest is wrong because of the sex, not for the inbreeding. It never made sense to me."

Jasper was throbbing hard at the exchange of the busty vixens and started to lean forward when Anastasia whipped her head fast enough to twirl her reddish hair. “I don't want to have sex with you. But you two can.” She looked away when she said that.

“I think that’d be a little awkward,” Portia shook her head.

“I know what happened with Anya, Marina and Ryo. And with Marina and Booker. You’ve done it before.”

Portia deflated. “Well, I’m glad my children are so good at keeping all this a secret.”

“Booker went to bed and left out the wine.”

"Marina is still sleeping with him?"

"They try to hide it but she's sleeping in his bed every night."

"Well, good. He's a good man. She deserves that, and so does he."

Jasper slipped up against his mother, wrapping his arms around her waist and looking squarely at Anastasia. “You don’t see a problem with us having sex? Or you’ve been enjoying your private show?”

Anastasia twitched and he grinned, the arm behind his mother now reaching to grope the far side of her breast. “I thought so. Mom and I still have one more time to go.”

“Jasper, I’ve just met one of my daughters for the first time. We have a lot to catch up on.”

“You and I will have plenty of time to catch up, Mother. Jasper will be gone tomorrow.” Her eyes flitted between her mother and brother, who sparkled with excitement as he slipped behind Portia, his fingers denting her bosom and the other sliding down to her sex.

She swallowed visibly. “You want to watch us fuck?”

Ana gave a nervous, shallow nod. "Well, I've seen that a lot already. But you do have one more time to go. For your record. The most sex you've had in one day since I've been here is six times but I bet it was more the first week."

Jasper grinned wickedly, kissing along the nape of his mother's neck.

“That’s so hot you were watching. You know, Mom fucked a magical therapist who disguised herself as you.”

Ana’s eyes doubled in size, the most expression she'd shown yet.

“Jasper!”

His hands move over her, tracing her curves with a practiced, delicate touch, nosing down his mother’s shoulder. “She was like you, except with a gigantic dick.”

“Jasper!”

He nibbled softly back up her neck, groping her chest again. “Fake Anastasia was so hung that Mom couldn’t walk right afterward. It’s how she figured out she can only get off with her family.”

Anastasia was shocked and blushing, standing frozen.

“Jasper! Stop it!”

One hand fell back to her sex, dragging his finger over the part in her folds. “You’re so wet, Mom,” he whispered loudly in her ear, looking at Anastasia with a coy grin. He stepped behind her then, guiding her legs apart with his foot. “Scooch. Scooch.” She obliged.

“Wait,” Ana said before kneeling in front of her mother, an effortful hobble to manage the balance of her enormous chest. “I'd like to see it go in.”

“Ready sister? I’m going to fuck our mother now,” he called out, easing her feet further open with his. Portia couldn’t see her daughter anymore, under the shelf of her breasts but felt the wave of softness of her bosom compress against her thighs, then the warmth of her breath, hovering near her sex. Just like with Marina, there was some excitement from her daughter which was absent in closeness with any other woman.

“Do it,” Ana’s voice was soft and firm.

Jasper gripped his length with both hands and backed up enough to bring his cockhead to Portia’s waiting sex. He was as eager to tease and show off for his sister as he was to mate, a torturously slow thrust dragging along her labia, parting it with his girth, then up her belly until it poked the bottom of her cleavage, back and forth, knowing somewhere down there, nearby, was Anastasia’s face.

Bent forward, standing, she reached down to find Ana’s shoulders and brace herself on them. “C’mon Jasper. Momma’s horny.”

“So hot,” he murmured before drawing back and sinking in, a long groan escaping her. “You see, Anastasia? You see my cock plunging into our mother? How she stretches around her baby boy inside her?”

“I do.”

He held her hips, tugging back carefully.

“We came out of there. Put your hand on mom’s navel. Feel how deep I am.”

She obliged and he pushed in deeper until his every inch was buried inside her. He then began to thrust.

“Oh. I feel it. I'm surprised it all fits.”

“Mom can take so much more than I thought women could. I bet it runs in the family. I actually used to wonder if I was too big to have sex? I'm not. At least, not for my family. You see how wet she gets for her own kids?”

“Yes.”

“Are you wet too, Anastasia?”

“Stop trying to fuck your sister, Jasper,” Portia groaned over the teasingly slow thrusts of her son. “She said no.”

“What about your mouth?”

“No.”

“What about your tits?”

“...”

“Holy Gods, Mother. Can I?”

“Anastasia, whatever is wrong with me doesn’t have to be wrong with you. Everything you’ve seen here is abominable and illegal and you shouldn’t…”

“She’s holding my balls, Mom. And her finger is…” he sucked in a gasp. “It’s in my butt.”

“Jasper…”

“Don’t go down that morality hole again. The Rules of Ethical Incest, remember? We’re old enough to make our own decisions and I want to see what it feels like. Maybe she does too. Breasts only. No sex.”

“I’ve never done anything like this before,” Anastasia added. “We can try it."

“Well you’re obviously not focused on fucking me,” Portia scowled over her shoulder as Jasper drew back and free of her. “My own son: a tease! That doesn't run in the family.”

He stepped back with a guilty grin and Portia moved out from between them. He surged towards his sister's enormous chest, walking his erection straight into her cleavage. She had squeezed them together with her upper arms, ballooning out well past her elbows, with one arm reaching out between his legs.

She looked sideways to her mother. "I almost put my mouth around another brother's penis. I liked the smell.”

"Anastasia!"

“Can I touch them?” Jasper asked and she nodded. Eager hands dove down to planetary curves, far too massive to grope or squeeze, only to sink his hands into. Anastasia had presented them well enough and he inched into her cleavage until her nipples were at his hips. “My Gods, it goes straight in! You’re so huge! Look Mom, it goes straight in!”

He flashed a giddy grin to his mother as he lurched forward, hunching over Anastasia.

“Yes dear. Your sister’s breasts are a lot bigger than mine,” she said with some reserved irritation but he didn’t notice, working up to an eager, primal mating.

Anastasia was almost transfixed, her jaw hanging open while her eyes were glued to his length, thrusting in and out of her until his tip was poking her sternum.

Portia sat down on the stripped bed frame, her face showing her disapproval. Still, her hand rested over her wetness and Jasper noticed. “You should eat her pussy, Mom!”

The younger vixen shook her head. “No thanks. But I’d like to be held.”

Portia knelt and slipped her arms around her waist, nestling in with her spine at enough of an angle for her chin to rest on her shoulder.

Ana took back her hands after a time, one gathered her hair back away from her face, pulling it in a ponytail. The other took a grip of his cock and angled it up toward her open, waiting muzzle, still sandwiched between her breasts.

“Anastasia, you don’t have to…”

“I want to,” she replied. Her nostrils flared with the scent of incestuous perfume, his leaking precum mixed with slickness from being inside their mother so many times.

She eased her mouth cautiously over the first few inches of his girth, then closed her lips, eyes darting curiously as she tasted it. She eased her head forward carefully, her jaw opening wider until she found the point where she gagged, then backed off. Jasper looked to his mother, unsure what to do but she only scowled in return. Then Anastasia began to bob her head, carefully and slowly at first but working up her confidence and speed.

Portia grimaced, as it was entirely too familiar. Anastasia had a front-row seat to her experienced mother sucking cock countless times and the way she fellated him was a perfect impersonation. She might as well have been looking in a mirror. Jasper noticed that she noticed.

"She's a natural, Mom!"

"I'm the worst mother that ever lived."

Ana was undeterred, her eyes looking up to Jasper's and quickly recapturing his attention.

Portia shook her head with disapproval but her hand moved to take over holding Ana's hair back, her head resting over her shoulder. Her other hand slipped down to her rump, then crept lower. “Stop me if you don’t want this. But my girl deserves to cum when she sucks her first dick.”

Anastasia gave a careful, singular nod before a slow groan announced the arrival of her mother's fingers at her sex.

Portia watched from as close as she could without losing focus and the scene was shamefully exciting. She studied her daughter's technique, and then Jasper's reactions. “Use your tongue, Anastasia. Slowly. A lot's going on in my mouth when I suck a dick,” Portia spoke while her hand gently worked beneath them. “Mind your teeth, especially your fangs.”

She nodded, careful and shallow, her nostrils flaring with heavy breath, working her head back and forth over her brother’s thick shaft. She took him as far as the back of her throat and still, so much of him remained outside her, nestled in her cleavage.

Jasper’s gaze was transfixed with the spectacle and his jaw slack, eyes darting over every detail of the two women. “Thanks for understanding, Mom.”

“I’m starting to think it runs in the family.” She leaned in for a quick taste of him then turned her attention back to her daughter. “Seal your lips around it. Make a vacuum. Then bob your head. Look him in the eyes while you suck his dick if you really want him to melt. But close your eyes occasionally. You look crazy if you don’t.”

The younger vixen nodded again, blinking focused eyes that had been open too long before resuming her attentive stare.

Portia’s fingers worked under her daughter, matching their rhythm as she played her like an instrument, building her up to a crescendo. She hadn't done this to many women but she'd had decades of practice on herself, most nights she wasn't sharing a bed with someone else.

Jasper wasn’t going to believe he was making his sister cum by sucking his cock but it'd be nice for them both regardless. Her free hand slipped around the near curve of one of the only breasts she’d ever seen bigger than her own. Crushed into Ana's back and Ana's massive endowments, it was nearly as far as she could reach before she found a hard nipple.

“Jasper, you are a lucky son of a bitch,” Portia raised a brow with a crooked grin.

“Don’t talk about yourself that way, Mom,” he coughed a laugh.

Ana brought her muzzle lower, towards her chest until she'd made a passage from her breasts to the back of her muzzle, enveloping her brother's erection. Her muffled moans grew louder and stronger as Portia's fingers grew bolder still, trying to time them perfectly together until Ana was trembling and squealing in her arms.

“Holy… oh fuck… FUCK!” Jasper's words burst out and his body convulsed with impending release.

“Careful Anastasia, your brother cums a lot!”

His hips bucked triumphantly before Anastasia’s cheeks ballooned out and then overflowed, spilling semen all over her massive chest. Her eyes shot open and she coughed over her groans while Portia's unrelenting fingers carried her through her orgasm. She pulled her head free of him, uncorking a flood of viscous white and more with the next cough, spilling down her jaw and onto her chest.

"I told you!!"

Free of his sister's mouth, he pointed his length at her breasts, stroking himself to make even more of a mess of them. He aimed higher then marking his mother’s face, then his sister’s, then his mother's breasts, each with a throbbing gush of teenage virility.

“So hot! Lick it, Mom!”

She obliged, leaning in and taking a surge of cum on the tongue before wrapping her mouth around him, loving eyes gazing up at him. He savored for a moment then pulled out, shaking the last of his climax out on Ana, who finally caught her breath, then crumpled back to sit, wiping her muzzle with her arm.

Portia flopped down on her rump beside them. “I never imagined I would enjoy watching my daughter suck my son’s dick but I guess that’s who I am now."

Jasper eased himself to the ground and crawled to sit between Portia's legs, leaning back on her, panting. Awkward silence followed for a long moment.

"Well, that was a fun family reunion," Portia spoke. "But with Anastasia with us and able to get us out of here, we are leaving tonight.”

Jasper slumped and pouted. “Just a few more days? Anastasia being here changes everything.”

“That’s right. She does. We’re not helpless to this plague anymore. We don't have to wait and see if someone tries to burn our house down again. There’s a whole book full of your siblings who may need our help. Some more urgently than others.”

He frowned and she considered for a moment.

“You’ve only met one of your sisters and she’s just sucked your dick. Don’t you want to meet some more?”

"This is great but..." His face lit up. “Yes, I think I’d like that.”

“No guarantees that any more of them are as perverted as us but your odds look good so far.”

Any post-orgasm softening of his cock had stopped and wickedness flashed in his eyes.

“One more time, mother?”

The elder vixen glared at him long and pointed before she answered. "Obviously. You teased me back there and you’re one shy of your stupid record.”

Ana watched with subdued disbelief. “Can men just go forever?”

“Most men need a break. Even teenage boys. But your brother, it seems, is a special kind of little pervert when it comes to incest,” Portia chuckled and ruffled the hair of his head. "Just like his mom."

“I can rest tomorrow.” He shrugged and jumped up to grab the ledger nearby. “Remember when we read the names of your sons? And you imagined fucking them?”

She said nothing but turned her head away from Anastasia’s piqued attention.

He returned, handing his sister the book, then sat back down behind Portia, fingers running over her arms and nipping at her neck. “Will you read off the names of our sisters, Ana? While I fuck Mom?”

“Yes but I have them memorized.”

He considered. “Okay but it’s hotter if you read it.”

“Don’t drip anything on the pages, dear. You’ve got cum all over you,” Portia warned, leaning back into her son's embrace.

"You don't need it anymore but okay," Anastasia shifted to lay down on her side with the ledger in front of her while Jasper's muzzle met his mother's in a hungry kiss. She cleared her throat.

“Evangeline Pridemoon. Arctic Fox. My sister. Not very nice. Probably not going to fuck you.”

He slipped his head under Portia's arm, stretching himself to reach a breast. “Juicy stuff only please?”

Portia twisted her spine to meet him and he latched on to her stiff nipple, his hand falling to her crotch.

“Anastasia Pridemoon. Arctic Fox. Me. Just had your penis in her mouth.” She tilted her head smartly aside and he looked back with a grin.

“Sanna Pridemoon. Half-fox, half-racoon. Anya Pridemoon. Three-quarters fox, one-quarter bear.”

“Anya is off-limits. Let me have one innocent child.”

“Can we skip ahead to the ones without commentary?” He perked with a flash of frustration then slipped back. He guided Portia on her back, then maneuvered between her legs, his well-used erection fully erect once again. He drank in the view of her and grinned. “Here we go, Mom. Round ten.”

“Last time for a long time. Give momma a good fucking to remember you by!”

He nodded and sunk into her with familiar ease, both of them groaning in delight. His hips went into motion instantly, escalating until they were a flurry of thrusting. “Keep reading! Who else has got a rack like yours, Ana?”

“I’ve not met many as adults. So far, none but a few were requested with the same treatment I got. Most turn out like our mother.”

“Dammit. Keep going.”

"Oh, these aren't big enough for you now!?" Portia barked.

“Aurora Pridemoon. Annamaria Pridemoon. First, identical twins.”

“That’s more like it. I just learned I like threesomes a little bit ago.”

“Capriana Pridemoon. Half-timber wolf. Vivienna, Velaria and Veronica Pridemoon. Arctic fox. First triplets.”

“Triplets!? Let me fuck your ass again, Mom!”

“Make me cum first!”

Anastasia was sprawling out on her side, one hand down between her legs. She was only half-minding the book.

“Keep going, Ana!” His teenage body was a flurry of eager lust but he moved with practice and experience, focused on her release without using his hands. Portia rocked in lazy pleasure, content for him to do the work.

“Magdalena Pridemoon. Half-coyote. First Fraternal Twin. Mary, Matilda…”

“Wait, who’s the other twin coyote?!”

“Cormac, remember? A boy," Portia grunted out.

"Fraternal twins, not identical,” Anastasia added.

“Fuck!” he stammered out. “Keep reading!”

Portia's groaning overflowed into squealing delight, pounding her fist on the mattress with the rhythm of his hips. “It’s still so easy! You make me cum so easy!”

“Mary, Matilda, Margery and Margaret Pridemoon. Arctic fox. First Quadruplets.”

“That’s so hot! I’m close, Mom!”

“Fuck my ass!”

Anastasia watched as her mother rolled over beneath Jasper in practiced tandem, like a choreographed dance. He sunk himself in her clenched pucker, the tight muscle of it glistening with generous lubrication from earlier in the day.

Portia gritted her teeth with squinting eyes, claws digging into the mattress, feeling him reach her most forbidden depths. Even after so many times, Jasper still felt enormous. From the corner of her eye, she saw how it made Ana touch herself more enthusiastically.

"You like it when he buttfucks me?" Portia grinned as she asked. Ana's eyes averted, back to the pages.

“Keep reading!”

"Wanna try it?"

Anastasia ignored her mother's invitation and Jasper was too close to notice. “Christiana, Chriselda, first cross-breeds. Both half-stags. Phaedra and Ashe. Half red fox. Katherine, Arctic Fox. Daphne, half-wolf. Marina, half mink. Rhiannon and Cassandra, arctic foxes…”

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!” Jasper howled out, smashing his hips against his mother’s, his knot sinking into her and pushing out a yelp from her. Laying across her back, he tangled his limbs in hers and rolled them both over, leaving her on top. They were straining and crying out in delight until it was too much for Ana, who gave a stifled cry of pleasure as her busy hand finally worked her to climax.

“Ten... times. One day.” He stammered out over exhausted breath, nestled into his mother.

Portia panted for a long while until she caught her breath enough to reply. “What a finale to the most debaucherous two months of my life. Now let’s get some sleep. We need to be up well before dawn.”

Through lidded eyes and a crooked, contented smile, Jasper agreed. “That should be very easy.”

Anastasia crawled up on all fours to join them, nuzzling in then closing her eyes.

Month of Tidumoon, Day 4. Readak.

It was past midnight when Portia woke her two, groggy, naked, teenage children and they quickly set into action, preparing to leave. They gathered up their gear, weapons and clothes and stashed them in a trunk, with the most reluctance around Portia’s relagite charm. It had protected her from wizards' dirty tricks countless times, including Zarron’s attempt to subdue her but there was no way to magically conceal a charm that itself, negated magic.

"Let's clean this place up," Anastasia said, moving to the center of the room.

"Why? We're going to leave anyway."

"Leave a lot of evidence of our family, our incest and my plan," Portia said, following her daughter.

"Don't worry. This won't take any time." Anastasia looked behind her ensuring she had space. She snapped then and phased back a long step, a magical, micro-teleport that moved her but not the dirt, soot, salt, sweat and cum. Her filth hung in the air just long enough to realize it no longer had support then it fell to the ground in a disgusting and not insubstantial pile.

"I don't even want to see ours," Portia shook her head.

"That one is just for me. You two and the room get the fun one."

Anastasia gestured with her hands and spoke nonsense before she cast a spell. This one shot foam from her palms which hit the walls and floors in a flood of whiteness, from which bubbles began to form, growing to the size of pumpkins. As they grew, they raced around erratically but in a collective formation that she guided. She waved them slowly over the walls and floors until only the carved map on the floor remained.

Portia and Jasper lined up to be cleaned in the waves at her guidance.

"Close your eyes," she instructed before steering the bubbles over the pair with a casual gesture. They crawled over them in erratic patterns, like creatures attacking but they appeared to be only capable of cleaning and something of a tickle.

“This feels so weird!” Jasper giggled.

"I might cum again if this one keeps scrubbing my pussy."

After a few passes of the bubbles frenetically drew lines of cleanliness over them until every inch was covered, they burst out of existence like any common soap bubbles. They and the room were left as clean as freshly bathed, smartly absent of any perfumes that might compromise their escape.

“I don’t love magic but I really needed that,” Portia marveled, running her fingers through her suddenly fresh, soft fur and hair. “Now we look like a perfectly respectable, naked family.”

Anastasia acknowledged with a nod before setting back into motion. She cleared off a patch of the floor in the furthest corner of the room then set about drawing a large, elaborate seal on the ground, in the charcoal they had used for mapping and planning. “As a last resort, this will help us teleport back here.”

“Teleporting? That’s never going to happen,” Portia shook her head. “This building might be burned down next week and even if not, I’ve heard all the horror stories.”

“Probably not all of them. I’d also rather not but just in case.”

She finished the seal then with some effort and help from her brother, rose to her feet.

Portia stood with the ledger under her arm, her son hanging on her side. “Are we ready?”

“Yes. We’ll still be able to talk out there in whispers but we won’t be able to see each other.” Anastasia looked between them. “Don't let go of each other.”

“Right. We’re going straight to the brothel where Sienna lives and I can’t imagine a world where we leave her there.” Portia slipped away from Jasper to pace as she spoke. “Then we’ll steal a boat…”

“...which I’ll make invisible."

“I am not looking forward to being on the water in a boat I can’t see, but yes.” She shivered and continued. “We’ll cross the harbor to Low Town, South and check on Bowen. Then back to the castle to drop off Jasper, Sienna and maybe Bowen. Then back to the boat…”

“Or a new one. We might not find the old one because…”

“It’ll be invisible. Right. Then Anastasia and I are rowing out of the harbor and down the coast before dawn. Any questions?”

“That's a lot of walking,” the younger vixen swallowed. “I didn’t get much exercise as an apprentice to a wizard until I had to follow your trail. I’ll keep up.”

“Good. Anything else?”

Ana's attention fell to the hefty ledger under Portia’s arm. “I’ve got the book memorized, Mother. I wrote most of it. You can leave it if you want.”

Portia's expression crunched with skepticism but considered her words. “If I don’t bring it with us, it could fall into the wrong hands.”

“We could destroy it?”

“Don’t you think this information is important enough to warrant a backup? The only connection we have to our bloodline.”

“It’s not the only connection. It's not even the only copy and neither is entirely accurate or current. I’ve also met some of Zarron’s clients and know where to find them. I see your point, though. It’s the only real keepsake I have from my old life anyway. It’ll need its own seal so don’t drop it.”

“It’s strange to think about going home after all this.” Jasper mused aloud. “It feels like a different lifetime.”

“I know the feeling,” Portia’s eyes fell to the ground.

He looked up to her, brow furrowed and he rested his hand on her back. “I’m going back to the castle and I’m going to make amends for being such a spoiled shit. That’s thanks to you. I’m going to appreciate what I have and I’m going to use my adopted family’s power and influence to help this one. I can’t thank you enough.”

“I’m about to go on my first adventure with my Mother,” Ana stepped up. “ All I’ve done with my life is study magic and help Zarron clone our family. Now I can do some good with my life because I found you.” She leaned in for another, clumsy hug, and Jasper joined her from the other side.

Portia chuckled. “‘Some good’ like helping your mother fuck your brothers?”

Anastasia “Mother, I’m serious. I’ve met many people who bought children from Zarron. Most of them are not nice people. Our brothers and sisters need you. We need you.”

“Finally time to be an adventurer again, Mom,” Jasper nuzzled in closer. “I’m excited to have some part in this too, even if I’m not on the actual rescues.”

“And it’s going to be a big help, Jasper. Anyone you can take in and keep safe.”

“Of course, Mother. And I'll keep this safehouse secure. I'll check in now and then, in case you do need to use that teleport circle. Not too often though, that anyone would find it."

Portia leaned down and kissed his forehead. "That's my boy."

"You can count on me. Can the rest of us count on you to stop beating yourself up? To accept who you are, so you can do what needs to be done?"

She sighed. “Stop reading my mind.”

“I’m reading your face, Mom.”

“He’s right, Mother. We’ve got a lot of work to do.”

"It's not the sex. That's just who I am and what I do now. I don't even think it's wrong anymore." She bit her lower lip and paused. "It's going to take a lot longer to come to terms with being a mother. But I won’t let it slow us down.”

Content with her answer, Jasper and Anastasia moved in to sandwich her in affection once again. A sheepish grin cracked his muzzle and he turned to his sister.

“Can we still have sex when we’re invisible? Like in the town square?”

Portia gave a breath of a laugh then shook her head.

“I imagine you’d both become visible at the moment of penetration. I’m very curious. But I don’t think this is the right time to find out.”

“Fine,” he huffed. Let’s go.”

The three gathered at the door, then the young wizard cast the first spell with a chant and a gesture, leaving a slight, spherical shimmer around them, centered on her. “That will keep us safe from the plague and any biological threats, as long as we stay close. Don’t let go of each other. Now for the invisibility.”

She drew runes on the fronts and backs of her brother, mother, the ledger then herself. They held hands in a triangle before she spoke a single word of power:

“SHONDULA.”

All three vanished together.

"Whoa! Weird!"

"Whispers only from now on!"

Floorboards creaked as Anastasia led the way to the door. “I’ve never done this with a group before. We’ll have to go slow.”

Feet shuffled then the door unlatched and carefully opened, letting in a wave of the cold, night air.

A long moment followed before Portia spoke.

“Jasper? We have to walk if we’re going to get all this done tonight.”

“I’m going to miss this place.”

“We need to go.”

“You live in Stusport. You can come back whenever you want,” Ana said.

“If it’s going to stay a safe house, he really shouldn’t.”

“I won't. I promise. Sorry. Let’s go.”

The door closed, appearing to by itself, leaving the safehouse almost as cold, clean and empty as it had been when they arrived, two months before. Bare feet were all but silent on cobblestone and wood as they left it behind them. The invisible, emboldened trio of a family returned to the vastness of the world, their mission and purpose. Hand-in-hand, the three Pridemoons ventured onward into the night.

END OF "PAIRS OF PUMPKINS", SEASON ONE