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“Okay, Kyrie. Hah hah. You got me. Now let me go.”

Silence answered. It was what I’d expected to be honest, but it’d be worth a shot. The room was dark. Why did they even have equipment like this aboard the Princess. Okay, stupid question. It was here for the same reason there were “shared accomodations” to bunk with the exotic aliens on our luxury cruise. Because there were kinky fuckers like that out there. Like that? No, like my sister, Kyrie. Like me.

The glum realisation that the room had been made for people like me brought me no solace. “Accepting my kinkiness” still left me tied to the chair. And it wasn’t an ordinary chair either, no. Of course it wasn’t. It was one of those kneeling chairs, where I was forced to lean forward. The knee rests were comfortable, but the middle of the chair split to open itself for access, so both my crotch and my rump were easily available to the room.

I hope she hadn’t been planning this with Apollo. He was cute. Don’t get me wrong, he was intensely cute. Long body, smart face, clever ears, and four agile little legs. Definitely “boyfriend” material, or at least “friend with constant and sloppy benefits”, if it weren’t for the fact that he was also hung like a nightmare. Longer than I was, barbed, and not one, but two knots. Stupid fossas. I loved the squeaking noises he made when I’d grabbed him behind his second knot and he’s cum all over my side. And oh holy hells, was I not prepared to try and take him.

Trust in my little devil of a sister to get me stuck in situations like this. She’d always been a teasing trickster, but ever since I’d made it clear that perhaps relations between the two of us weren’t as taboo as she’d originally though, she’d been an actual menace.

First, she and Athena (my own squirmy companion for this luxury cruise) had pinned me with the bedsheets and taken turns with me while Apollo just watched. Then the next day she’s sat in my lap in the “Towerfall” ride and dared me to knot her on the way down. And later, she’d gotten me hard in the public pool up on the low-gravity deck. Her only apology had been a messy blowjob in the public shower afterwards.

I thought we’d get in trouble. Each time, I was sure one of those omnipresent security cameras would pick us out of the crowd. As she stood up from my lap while exiting the ride and left me with cum-stains on my sheath. When all of the fellow passengers had giggled as I dashed from the pool with my knot out. Wasn’t this all against the rules? Weren’t we going to be kicked off the cruise?

But as time went on, my sister had pointed out the details that I’d been too oblivious to notice. A bunny couple exiting the water slide and depositing a condom in the bins next to the exit pool. Two almost identical-looking foxes snuggled up on a sun-lounge, and the subtle quivering of tail to indicate that one of them was currently cumming. The slim puff of a lion’s tail sticking out from under the tablecloth as his husband attempted to stutter out an order to the bemused waiter. Technically, we were breaking the rules. And so was everyone else. So calm down, puppy, and enjoy the cruise. That was Kyrie’s words. So I did. Or at least, I tried.

A light clicked on. Kyrie was in the room too, separated from me by a pane of glass. She laughed, but I couldn’t hear her. Beneath the spotlight illuminating her she winked at me. God damn, she was hot. A week ago that would have been a heretical thought I would have made myself feel guilty for. Now? It was just the truth. Lovely tan fur, over her almost lanky frame. She was all bones, though she’d acquired just a little bit of pudge from the rich dinners we’d been having every night on the cruise. Maybe not traditionally hot, now that I thought about it, but she was hot to me, and right now that’s what mattered. She had that sort of coyote body that made everything she did look only halfway intentional and always slightly comical, but that only endeared me to her even more.

“Okay Kyrie. Very funny. Now want to untie me?”

She made a shrugging motion and pointed at her ears. Ah, she couldn’t hear me, either. She put her hands on the glass and leaned forward, giving me a rather lewd glare. Ah. Yeah, this was probably all to the plan anyway. I had the feeling that freedom was not forthcoming.

She danced away from the glass, and I noticed that she was wearing a skirt. A skirt, really? I’d never seen her wearing pants of any kind. Why the skirt now? Did she know? Of course she knew. We knew everything about each other, so my secret love of girls in skirts was probably not so secret. Not that I’d ever tried to hide it from her, really, but I can’t remember it ever having come up in conversation. “Hi brother! Would you like to tell me what kind of girls you masturbate to?” Yeah, not much of a chat topic.

But accidental or intentional, I can’t deny it was effective. Plaid and garish, it swirled around her waist as she spun. It lifted as it ballooned out, showing thigh. That was the appeal of a skirt in the first place. It was more about what it concealed than what it revealed. Sometimes, it was good to let the imagination do the work. I could imagine underneath, she—

Oh, yeah, she was naked beneath it. Her tail went up and I caught just a little hint of pink as her waist bent. Hell, I was poking out of my sheath, wasn’t I? With the design of the chair, she could see it, too. Her tongue was out and she was panting.

Click, and another spotlight flared to life. There was someone else in there with her. Four-legged. Tall and lanky. Short-furred and canid. He was a beast of a dog, with pert ears and drooped jowls. His pelt was white, except for black spots that pattered his back and face. And he was male. Proudly male. Drooping sheath and dripping lipstick male.

No question this was part of the show, but was my sister surprised? Of course she wasn’t. She bent over to rub his head. Bent over, tail up and showing me her dripping slit beneath the skirt. While her hands rubbed the dog’s jowls and pulled his snout up. Where she kissed him. Long and deep, she kissed him. She lapped at his lips, and he licked her whiskers. She opened her mouth and he dived in. His tongue bulged her cheeks outward. The big dog’s hips rolled, and an eager tip pistoned out of his sheath and bobbled in the air. It squirted precum on to the ground so voluminous and watery that I wondered if he’d instead been marking his property.

Kyrie stood up and faced the glass again. She looked down at me. Of course I was getting hard. What did she expect? She smiled and licked her lips. Right, of course. That’s what she’d been hoping for. I was still adapting to life where that kind of response was not just welcomed but intended.

And then her skirt jittered as the big dog’s nose stuck itself up beneath it. Oh hell. Was this her plan? No wonder she needed me tied up, because I would have stood no chance of resisting this. In the silence of the glass separating us, all I could see was the shivering of my sister’s thighs as she was licked. A thick glob of liquid drooled from locations hidden behind her skirt. Then the strand broke, and it splashed to the ground between her spread legs. I struggled with the chair, searching for any way to give myself some attention, but failed. It was firmly attached to the ground, and I was firmly attached to it.

With the big dog’s head turned upwards, I could see his throat. Every few seconds, his muscles tensed and throat rippled as he sent his tongue up into my sister. At a second’s delay, I could see the tension of the pelt over her flat belly ripple as well. I imagined I could see his tongue, as long as my dick and curling as it delved to her utter depths. Of course, I couldn’t. The skirt worked its magic. I couldn’t even see her being stretched wide around the tongue, though that was happening in my imagination, too. Instead, I had to connect the dots, with just the vision of the dog’s head seeking up between her thighs.

Kyrie quivered—one of those whole-body shivers I’d started to become familiar with. The dog’s head pulled back, and I saw liquid dripping from his jaws. Then a pressurized stream of my sister’s ejaculate splatter against his head. The dog gave me a gap-jawed smile as my sister squirted over him, then started to clean his lips with expressive smacks of his jowls. Eyes closed as my sister shivered again, and another long spray hit his forehead and splashed off his ears.

Then he was up on her back. Her spine bowed beneath him. His head popped over her shoulder. She turned her head to the side and laughed, before she started licking her own fem-cum off of his face. He was sticking out floppily from his sheath, with a tip that put me to shame. Droplets joined the puddle my sister’s peak had made beneath her. As his fores caught her hips, his cock jumped forwards from his sheath. It pointed towards me, just beneath the concealment of her skirt. A gush painted the glass and dripped down to join the growing pool of sexual fluids.

A moment later, that juicy tip flexed upwards and disappeared behind the skirt. Fores gripped and tugged. My sister curled her fingers against the glass. I could see a smooth bulge travel upwards through my sister’s belly fur. Liquid squirted backwards from the hidden action behind my sister’s cruelly concealing apparel. In my mind—and only in my mind—I imagined how that thick monster of a cock was forcing her own lubricants back out as it squeezed inside. The front of her skirt bumped foward as a swinging pair of nuts pushed it. Did I catch just a momentary glimpse of the action? Was it just my imagination that I’d caught just a flicker of light beneath the skirt? A hint of wide-stretched pussy lips? A tease of knot grinding against it? Maybe. I imagined that I had. It was hotter in my mind, that way.

I saw my sister gasping. There was a further bulge in her belly fur right down near her crotch where the big dog’s knot had slipped in. Even without sound, I could tell he was growling in her ear. She shivered. He started to hump, and she came again around his knot. It dripped from the hem of her skirt and flowed in a rivulet from the gap between her thighs.

I rocked needily. Just a touch. Just a whisper of a hand. Just anything, and I was going to cum, myself. I whined. I bit the frame of the chair.

Then I felt someone behind me. A curious nose lifted and touched my dangling nutsack. A husky feminine voice rose from between my spread knees. “Don’t you worry. We didn’t forget you.” Oh, Athena. She knew exactly what I needed, and when.

In front of me, the dog on my sister’s back bit her scruff. The liquid dripping from behind her skirt grew translucent and milky. Beneath me, Athena’s tongue curled around one of my testicles. Then she nosed my taint, and her licking pushed against my tail pucker. I struggled against the chair, but their bindings were too well tied. I groaned. Athena licked. My sister dripped. And I was so close. I could hear the fossa beneath me giggling as she licked. My useless squirming amused her.

And as I wriggled in my bonds, the dog on my sister’s back tugged and untied. It gushed, then drooled and then dripped from behind her ruined skirt down into the puddle. Then Kyrie, ever the imp, turned around. She bent to lick the dog’s sloppy face, while her tail lifted.

Her stretched and glazed puffy lips strained as dog cum flowed out of her. She leaned back, and her gaped entrance kissed the glass. Beneath me, the fossa licking my tailhole chirped as I clenched. I even felt the chair budge as I tried to hump. I came. Still only three-quarters out of my sheath, my shaft pulsed upwards from its floppy droop to squirt hotly up over the glass. It dripped down where her rear end was pressed to it, forming rivulets over the invisible barrier right where her drooling cookie was smushed against it.

Below me, Athena was thorough. Her tongue left me slick and loose as I squirted. Spent and sated, my sister dropped onto shaky knees in the puddle she’d made. The big dog dropped his head into her lap and gazed up at her adoringly as she rubbed his cum-slicked ears.

And a new spotlight blinked to life. On me. I felt a pair of feet hop up onto my back. A clever muzzle peeked over my shoulder. I struggled against the bonds. Oh no no NO. “Apollo, no!” In front of me, my sister had one hand on her ruined skirt, droooping down over her slit, and the other on the dog’s floppy sheath.

At least his tip was comfortably slim as he pushed it past his sister’s tongue and up into my rump. “No?” He breathed into my ear. Then he nipped it. I shivered. Oh hell, I was going to regret this.

“Maybe?” I breathed.

“Don’t you mean ‘Apollo, yes’?” He crooned against my neck.

“Okay, fine. Yes. Fuck. Yes. Please. Be gentle.”

“Always” He sighed against my shoulder as his sister’s tongue helped me stretch around the bulge of his first knot. I winced and leaned forward in the chair. My sister laughed and said something to the dog. He must have said something funny back, because she laughed even harder and flipped her skirt up so she could slide two fingers into herself. They displaced another dribble of dog cum.

The girth hit me like a brick. You’d think a coyote that swung both ways like me would be used to knot. But here I was, tied to a chair, and about to be tied to a fossa, and damn I could not relax enough to get the first one into me. Apollo laughed. His sister put a forepaw on my rim and tugged at it. Her tongue slid between his knot and my pucker.

When it finally slipped, I saw stars. I didn’t know how my sister handled it so easily. In my ear, Apollo was whispering “Good boy.” His sister had given up rimming me and was now trying to stuff her mouth around my tip. I’d only just cum, but boy this pair was going to remedy that quickly.

Apollo throbbed. For any normal dick that’d just be a pleasant bonus if I could feel it. With a fossa? Instant sensation. Overwhelming. Painful, maybe? It was those spines. I felt them spread against my inner walls and drag.

“Oog, uh, careful, brother-mine. I felt him squirm from that.” Beneath me, Athena rubbed my belly with her forepaws while her tongue lapped at my sheath. I must have really been wriggling if she realized how overstimulating that had been.

On my back, Apollo huffed against my neck. “Don’t worry. I don’t think the second one is going to be necessary. Fuck.” That last he whispered into my ruff with a sharply exhaled breath. His fores grasped at my sides.

“If you thought that was intense, I think I’m about to cum. Ready for me? It’s gonna be even more… Well, more.” The feral paramour mounted over my back whispered into my ear. I nodded for him. He bit my ear. Cock throbbed in my rump, followed by the barbs. I squealed and saw white.

When my sight cleared and I could feel again, I was swimming in hormones. Some of them were endorphins. Ow. Ow ow ow. Oh fuck, I was going to be sitting strange for a few days. Some of them were dopamine. Sometime during that assault on my senses, I think I’d cum again. Athena appeared from beneath me. Her head was covered in slim strands of spunk. Yup. That explains the feel-goods. She stood on her hind legs so she could kiss me, then so she could rub her head against my neck.

Apollo’s fores gripped spastically at my sides. There was another throb—this time much less overstimulating, and I felt the warm rush of his peak filling me.

On the far side of the glass, my sister was blissed out where she leaned back against the dog. She was quivering—apparently my show had given her another good time. The dog was licking her face. He’d retreated back into his sheath already, and my sister’s hand was just lazily groping at loose fur as her fingers drew a few last squirts of her enthusiasm.

The whole scene descended to lazy afterglow, all five of us panting and recovering from our enjoyment. Except for Athena, perhaps. I’d have to make it up to her later. Though I hadn’t exactly been in a position to help her out right now. I decided that wasn’t my fault.

All that was interrupted by a softly pulsing red light. The fossas were the first to intuit its purpose. Presumably this wasn’t their first time. Apollo untied my hands while trying to carefully untie his cock. Athena took care of my legs and helped me up off my knees. I made it on the second try.

Out of it and not really paying attention, my sister only realized what was going on when the cleaner drones carefully prodded her. They needed to get to the puddle she’d made, so the room could be ready for the next group. Hell, not only did rooms like this exist for kinky fuckers like me, but there was a waiting list for its use.

With some assistance, I hobbled to the exit the fossas specified. It exited into a long corridor with doors on the opposite wall. Each one had a panel with names on it. Kyrie met us outside, along with her new canid friend. I introduced myself by scratching his ears. He licked my nuts.

“Here we are.” Athena called out, and I followed. There were our names, all five of us (apparently the dog’s name was Marcelius.) Shower unit. Reservation for 1.5 hours.

“That long? I know I’m pretty dirty, but I don’t think it’ll take—“

My sister put a finger to my muzzle. It smelled of metallic dog cum. “Shush. Only the last fifteen minutes if for cleaning up.”

I was still figuring out the math when the dog pushed me through the door. Steam enveloped me. My sister grabbed me by the sheath and pulled me in. Apparently our scheduled activities had only just begun.