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In the wild, the laws of normal society simply didn't always apply.

What was considered to be wrong and foul by some was commonplace in nature, as the animals that filled it didn't have the same logic as upright creatures. They couldn't process the ideology of something being right or wrong, just because someone else deemed it to be so.

In the case of some upright animals, however, those same laws and rules were ignored...and such was the case of Marama and Ithilwen.

After what had been an entirely sensual encounter only weeks earlier, in which Ithilwen disguised her attraction to her brother with a clever transformation, the pair decided to take up a more permanent residence together, living a peaceful and romantic life together in the woods, far away from the laws and rules of a society that might frown on what they'd done.

Deep, deep in a long, dark cave, they were relaxing together watching the last beams of sunlight trickle in through the mouth, as the sun began to set over the canopy of the trees.

"I hope you've had enough to eat, sister. It'll be too dark to be out wandering before too long," Marama said, his back perfectly comfortable and aligned to the smooth, polished interior of the cave.

Ithilwen was slumped right across the lap of her brother, enjoying his company in close quarters, as she was wont to do. "I should be able to make it through the evening, I think," she admitted, not feeling too much of a hunger in her stomach. There was a very different kind of hunger welling up in the pits of her tummy, but unbeknownst to her, she wouldn't have the chance to act on it...at least, not right away.

The words made it as far as Marama's ears, but they never quite made their way in. Attentive as her brother usually was to her demands, Marama had his head cocked toward the entrance of the cave, as if there was something there beyond the final beams of golden vitality from the stars.

"Uhm...hello? Marama?"

"Shhh."

Tall, white ears perked up, and the blue fur upon the tips tilted forward as Marama turned his head toward the entrance of the cave. It was all too often that Ithilwen forgot just how deep the cave really was, but with how often her brother appeared paranoid about intruders, she had reason to be skeptical of his sudden alertness.

This time, however, she picked up a scent in the air that was entirely unfamiliar.

"Do you think...?"

"Yes," Marama whispered in reply, "We have an unexpected visitor."

The pair of siblings weren't just in tune with each other because of the incestuous relationship they shared. They were druids, and the natural energy that flowed through all living things was at their disposal to interact with. In as much, if a living creature were to come too close to them through the entrance of the cave, they'd be able to literally feel the presence of it...and now, Ithilwen could feel her nerves beginning to tingle as something drew closer to the resting couple.

"Some kind of an intruder?"

"Doesn't seem malicious," Marama commented, "But I don't think we should take it too lightly, either..."

There was a very particular energy permeating the air around Marama and Ithilwen, one that they didn't recognize, and one that was radiating with a powerful sort of magic. It was enough to leave Marama just slightly unsettled as he turned his head and glanced around the corner, curious to see who, or even what had come into the cave at such an hour.

A soft glow lit the way, but it wasn't the natural energy of the druid siblings that brought it about. This one was brought on by a different sort of magic, giving off a cool, subtle warmth to the air as it came closer and closer. Marama just managed to get a single eye on it, and raised a brow as he saw the top of a staff, glowing with iridescent magic. A small, yellow rock was placed upon the top of the staff, carved in the shape of a crescent moon, and along the cool, steel shaft, smaller stones of the same, bright yellow were bathing the otherwise dark cave with their light.

Unique as the object was, the kitten holding it was perhaps even more one-of-a-kind.

"It's just a cat," Marama whispered back to his sister, trying not to let the intruder hear what he was saying. "Though...I guess I shouldn't say just a cat. She doesn't look too ordinary."

Fishnet tights wrapped around the thighs and ankles of the kitten like a second skin, and helped to accentuate the odd, soft blue that carried through her fur. Her entire body had something of a gentle glow to it, one that made it unclear if her fur was more of a simple gray surrounded by magical energy, or if she actually had some light, easy blue mixed in to her more natural fur pattern. The energy that poured out from her body kept Ithilwen on guard, but Marama wasn't the least bit concerned at her presence; she was moving too gingerly to be dangerous, and looked as though she was more afraid of the dark than the twins were of her.

"H...hello?" the cat called out, her eyes darting around the mostly dark cave as she looked for any other life forms within. It was getting to be truly late at night, and no doubt, she was looking for some sort of a safe place to sleep for the night, but she wouldn't find it there...at least, not alone. "Is there someone there?"

Her ears cocked forward, able to hear the breathing of other animals in the cave. She froze in place, and the hem of her short, frayed dress shook as she gripped the staff with both paws and pointed it at the corner. The tall, pointy and crooked hat upon her head nearly fell off as she took a defensive stance, but as the seconds passed by, no one came from around the corner, and as she waited, she started to wonder if she was simply hearing the sound of the evening breeze caressing the open mouth of the cave. She shivered in place as Marama slipped back in closer to his sister, giving her a rather mischievous look.

"She doesn't mean us any harm," Marama confirmed, though he couldn't wipe the grin from his face. "We may as well scare her off and send her on her way."

Ithilwen wasn't sure just what Marama had in mind, but she giggled quietly all the same and nodded, knowing that her brother always had fun in mind as his number one interest. "And just what do you suggest?"

"Vipers."

"...Vipers...?"

"A little snake magic should be all that we need to leave this girl completely under our control, Ithilwen..."

Ithilwen turned her gaze upon her brother with a tilted head now, before crossing her arms with a half smirk. "You're not planning on letting her leave so easily, are you, Marama?"

"Damn. You figured me out," Marama admitted, as magical energy started to gather in to his body. The cave lit up with the glow of fine, rounded particles of magic as they came closer to him, and the kitten took a giant leap back as she saw the energies moving toward a new source.

For Kristine the cat, it wasn't the first time that she'd seen magical energy, or even the first time she would have used it, but she'd never seen it in such a great concentration. " Stop! Whoever you are...s-stop it right now!"

Her voice wasn't the least bit threatening, and even as she brandished her staff and crept closer to the far corner of the cave, she could see a second group of particles gathering into the corner, a slightly different shade of aquamarine than the first ones were. If there truly were a dangerous sorcerer of some kind around the other side of that corner, Kristine had only one chance to defeat them, and that was to strike before they were ready. She took a deep, full breath, did everything that she could to calm herself, closed her bright, shimmering yellow eyes for a moment, and finally, when she opened them, she leapt around the corner in a sharp turn and pointed her staff, ready to strike at whoever might be waiting for her.

She just wasn't anticipating that a long, tall pair of snakes would be sitting upon the ground, waiting for her and looking entirely too confident in their disposition.

"...No...n-no, no...please no...not snakes..."

It was purely a lucky guess by Marama, who couldn't have known just how paralyzingly fearful Kristine was of the slithery beasts, but the moment she saw them, she dropped her staff with a loud, deafening CLANG and took a sharp step back on wobbling, nervous legs. "Please, p-please don't come any closer...stay right where you are, you damned beasts..."

White underbellies lead up into mandibles of teal and blue, with deep, sharp black backs. They were enchanting looking creatures, wearing the proper markings and patterns of Marama and Ithilwen, but sure enough, they were nothing more than mischievous looking vipers, ones that had no respect for Kristine, or her wishes as they slithered a little closer to her. She couldn't be entirely sure of it, but it looked as though they were grinning up at her as their fangs came into view, and her heart nearly stopped.

"Not like this...I don't wanna die like this!" Kristine tried not to panic, but it was all for naught as she tripped over her own footpaws and fell back, kicking up the short hem of her dress and exposing her nethers. It seemed like a silly thing to be embarrassed about...

After all...they're just snakes, right? What the hell could they possibly want with me for that...?

Still, as the snakes drew closer, Kristine couldn't help thinking there was something more sinister than an attack in their plans. She tried to tear her eyes away from their gaze, but she couldn't manage it, no matter how hard she tried. The piercing yellow of her irises was no match for the captivating blue of the snakes, and despite the fear and panic that still ran rampant through her physical form, she could feel her mind beginning to cloud, as if she were losing control of herself.

"W-what...what is this?" she asked, trying to get her body to lift up off of the cold, uncomfortable floor of the cave.

Her body refused to listen. No matter how strongly she willed it, her legs stayed limp, her arms rested at her side, and her head remained propped up against a cave wall, giving her just enough of a range of motion to see the snakes slithering up her legs, onto her body. She was sure that they were just looking for the best place to strike, but for the moment, they simply moved over her, making her skin crawl with nervous goosebumps as they drew further and further up her thighs.

I wonder just how far she'll let us go? Marama wondered, a thought that Ithilwen could hear, as the pair were still linked by their druidic magic. She's nervous, but I think she's really starting to get into this...

Well, we are controlling her mind, Marama. Hypnosis kinda tends to work that way.

_ Someone sounds a little jealous!_

Ithilwen slithered right between the thighs of the mentally paralyzed cat and found a small pair of shorts under the edge of her skirt, ones that did just enough to act as a pair of panties, without anyone being able to tell that she actually wasn't wearing any. Jealous? Maybe a little...I wanted to share a little intimacy with my brother tonight. I wasn't expecting any unwelcome guests.

Do your worst, then, Marama suggested. It's not like she's going anywhere.

Kristine shivered and shook, she fought with all of the mental capacity she had, but when her body finally fell completely limp, it was clear that Marama was right. The hypnosis they inflicted upon her when they gazed into her eyes was all that it took to leave her collapsed on the floor, and perhaps worse for her, her body was starting to yield to the way that the snakes slithered across her.

Hypnosis or not, she could tell that the snakes were up to something, and were no ordinary creatures. They clearly had no intention to bite her, but that didn't stop her from shuddering fearfully when Marama slithered up over her stomach and came to rest right between her breasts. Her dress hung low, plenty low enough to show off a healthy amount of cleavage, and the tiny straps that kept it held up over her body were easily clipped by the long, thick fangs of the viper that was resting upon her.

Wonder what kitten milk tastes like... Marama asked himself, as the strap fell away, and a full, supple breast came into view. It took only a gentle urging from the snake Marama to expose the perked, erect nipple, brought to stand stiff from the cold air around it, and Marama simply couldn't help himself when the chance presented itself. His maw opened wide, and Kristine gasped; at first, in terrible fear, and then, a slow, rolling moan of pleasure came forth as the long, thin tongue of the snake swirled around her nipple, tickling and teasing the flesh with such a small and subtle touch, she couldn't think of anything to compare it to.

"No...wh-what are you...what are you doing?!" Kristine called out, fighting what was left of the hypnosis with all that she had, but still, her mind began to fall prey to it just as much as her body had. She was terrified of snaked, mortified of them, and yet, she couldn't help feeling a rush of warmth between the folds of her sex as she watched a snake eagerly coil his lengthy tongue around her nipple, as if it truly were trying to coax milk from the source.

And why the hell am I enjoying this?

Before Kristine could have a chance to focus on how delightfully her breast was being teased, however, she felt a smooth, slithering body flattening itself against her covered mound, pressing right into the gathered warmth that had just been released. She could feel the moisture from her womanhood slicking up the body of the second snake as it pressed in against her with a more rough and ferocious gait, clearly more aggressive than the first snake had been. Her thin shorts were a joke in the face of such sharp, deadly fangs, and with a quick bite and tear, there was just enough room made so that the snake could contact her pouting labia directly in a long, slow glide. It were as though she were actually laying underneath a thick, powerful lover with a hefty, well-endowed cock, and he was teasing her with long, gentle strokes along the slit of her sex, refusing to penetrate her until she was adequately teased.

In the pose that she'd been forced to take, it wouldn't normally take long for Kristine to get there, but her mind was still clinging to the faintest tendrils of denial, pretending that her body wasn't actually being pleasured by a pair of snakes. As Marama switched his focus to the other breast, however, and Ithilwen cocked her body so that she could dip the end of her tail into Kristine's snatch...it became impossible to ignore the pleasure any longer.

It's penetrating me! The fucking snake is penetrating me! Kristine cried out in mental shock, just barely able to gaze past the upper snake to see what the lower one was truly doing. It slithered back and forth over the surface of her tummy, making the entirety of its body move back and forth, just so the first inch or so of her tail could gently prod in and out of the hypnotized kitten. With her mind controlled well past the point of shame, Kristine let out a deep, long mewl of delight as she felt the smooth, delicate scales of Ithilwen brushing back and forth over her clit with each motion of the former's body, giving her as much pleasure as she could handle, even with such a light penetration.

Marama was definitely grinning around his mouthful of nipple as he soaked it in all of the saliva that he could muster. His tongue offered such a subtle and easy touch that it was as though someone was simply tickling Kristine's breasts with the very end of a feather, trying to tease her more than pleasure her. When the slack of the back end of his body wrapped around her right breast and began to squeeze it in a slow, rhythmic motion, however, Kristine kicked her hips up, trying to force more of Ithilwen inside of her as she did. Her hat kicked off of her head and her ears perked forward as she began to swim with the stream of pleasure, rather than against it, and anymore, Marama could tell he didn't even need to hypnotize the poor kitten.

I think you're gonna make her cum, Ithilwen. Perhaps I'm the one who should be jealous?

The moment you release her from that spell, she's gonna freak out and run off in a panic...I figure the least I can do is give her a few moments of enjoyment while she's all mine to tease...

As usual, it was Ithilwen who took the lead sexually, and her mind was always more perverse in nature than her brother's. Marama was certain that they could gently rope Kristine into their sexual circle, if he so desired it, but for now, he was more focused on the task at hand: making the little kitty squirm with orgasmic bliss.

"Can't believe this...I c-can't f-fucking believe this!" Kristine moaned aloud, her voice echoing through the mostly empty cave as she bucked her hips against Ithilwen, taking as much of the snake's smooth, slick body as she could. What had been a frightened, uncomfortable frown was turned up into a wide, wicked grin of delight as Ithilwen pumped her body faster and faster into Kristine, who returned the favor in kind. Rocking her hips was the most that her hypnotized body could manage, but it was more than enough to give Ithilwen a bit of a mental thrill, and plenty enough to give Marama thoughts about what the trio could do later on.

Ithilwen felt as though she was being sucked in as the vaginal walls around her tail began to flutter and spasm, clenching around her body uncontrollably. Kristine titled her head back as far as she could in her semi-paralysis and felt her tongue slipping from the side of her maw as Marama gave her breasts one final, tight squeeze with his coiled body, and finally, Ithilwen was forced free from Kristine's passage by a sudden, full, orgasmic push. The female snake fell away from Kristine's body and landed against the floor of the cave as a small streak of ejaculate followed and splashed upon her, and from the ground, Ithilwen could watch and see the pouting, contracting folds of her cunt, clenching around the emptiness that now rested inside.

Marama was barely able to hold on as Kristine shook all of the way through her squirting climax. "Cumming...I'm cumming from a pair of snakes! Y-yes! Fucking yes!" she cheered herself, as if there were a personal victory in not only overcoming her irrational fear, but being rewarded for doing such at the same time. Her chest heaved rapidly, and Marama felt his body losing control as he was bounced around in the gentle confines of her soft, supple breasts. His suddenly nervous situation made him fall to the side and pop back into his normal, canine state, and at the same time, between Kristine's legs, Ithilwen did the same, though her expression wasn't of surprise, but frustration.

" Seriously?! I give you the pleasure of a full orgasm and your spray your juices all over me?!"

Kristine stiffened up, panic setting into her mind once again as Marama lost focus long enough for her to break the hypnosis. Seeing her assailants turned back into their normal forms, she could feel a bashful warmth covering her face and crawling all the way up to her ear tips as Ithilwen loomed over her, arms crossed over her bare breasts in frustration.

"I. Uh...s-sorry about that?"

"And you should be! Look at my face...it's all covered in girl stuff!"

Kristine frowned and tilted her head a little bit, finding that she had the strength and ability to move again. "Says the girl who turned into a snake and literally crawled into my snatch!"

Marama sat by the side and watched as the ladies fought over what had just happened, trying to pretend that he wasn't sporting a thick, full erection at the sight of two mostly naked females getting ready to fight with each other.

"...Y'know, kitten."

"My name's Kristine, thank you very much, you sick, twisted little-

"What I was going to say is that this was all my brother's idea, Kristine."

The kitten blinked a couple times and turned her gaze to Marama, who was sitting with his legs folded in a failed attempt to hide the gently throbbing flesh of his stiffened cock. "Uhm...heh...I mean, you were intruding on our cave, and I...well...just thought..."

Kristine and Ithilwen gave each other a knowing smirk as they looked into each others eyes, and then to Marama once again.

"You thought wrong if you really believed I would let you get away with something like that," Kristine suggested, as she picked herself up off of the floor of the cave and started to walk over to the male, who tried shrinking back and and away, only to find himself backed up to a wall, with two grinning, sexually frustrated females glaring down at him.

"How about your sister and I give you an appropriate punishment for being such a little pervert?"