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All foxes are sluts...

That's the stereotype anyway. Rivur thought about that a lot. a young feral red fox like himself often caught glares and suspicious looks wherever he went.

Oh, what they must be thinking! He sashayed past onlookers at his friend's side, soft paws tapping into the sidewalk. Every so often a car would drive by, casting their shadows on the suburban houses behind them. Rivur wondered, with how long they spend together, some must surely suspect they do more than just hang out.

His friend was nice enough, a white-furred anthro husky that he talked with, played games with (or rather watched him play), and if he was lucky, masterbated with. Perhaps there's some truth to that stereotype after all.

He recalled the first time Jack asked him if he wanted to 'play', a sort of off the cuff remark. "Man, I could use a nut right now..." he said, and let the word hang in the air. Rivur was well versed in the needs of other males at this point, his sister specifically pushed him toward whatever made him happiest. If he was gay, she didn't care. He was still her brother.

Back then and still to this day, all Rivur wanted to do was to be held down and railed by his best friend. Sometimes, Jack would call him over, ask if he wanted to fool around, which meant spending the day with dog cock buried in his muzzle. Rivur did so enjoy that. Alas, Jack never asked for anything more personal. The young fox was getting antsy. He wanted more.

Rivur had asked if Jack wanted to go farther, but he staunchly maintained that he was just a friend. "That's fine!" Rivur would quip back. "Just use me as you wish. I enjoy it." Which was true but lately the poor fox had been feeling especially lonely.

Pleasuring Jack had gotten routine, their typical rendezvous consisting of a one sided blowjob. Maybe he'd lay on his back and let the husky play with his paws. Never once had Jack returned the favour. Never once had he even asked if Rivur wanted something in return.

It frustrated Rivur. He padded behind Jack impatiently, knowing what was coming. He had gotten adept at reading the Husky. This time would be the day! He would either end it with a boyfriend, or end it crying himself to sleep. Either way was better than putting it off.

"Hey foxy; got a favour to ask."

Here it comes! Rivur padded up next to his friend and looked up, offering the widest most innocent foxy grin he could muster. "What do you need?"

"Think you could help a guy out?" The anthro drug a forepaw along his own crotch, dragging his length along under his jeans. Looking up, the bulge tenting his pants was incredibly noticeable. Rivur winked in response.

Jack's eyes darted around, . He mentally ticked off the others in the street. They were all distracted and cars driving by wouldn't notice. He led his friend past the tree line and a little ways into the woods. He could still see the street from here, but they were far enough away people wouldn't notice.

Rivur licked his lips nervously as he sat on the soft ground. Autumn leaves cushioned the young feral. He needed to give this his all. Maybe if Jack saw how good he was, saw how much he liked to please, he would consider something more permanent.

Jack leaned against a tree trunk and drug out his sheathe, pink tip slowly growing redder. He smiled and toyed with his sheathe a bit for his voyeur's benefit. Rivur's attention made even this mundane act of self pleasure so much more satisfying.

Rivur stared at the tip, transfixed. From experience, he knew this is what Jack liked. Rivur softly muttered a "wow," under his breath. His bare paws tapped into the dirt nervously.

"Come on. it's all yours." Jack let his sheathe fall free, and Rivur fell on it in turn, planting his forepaws on his partner's thighs he set to licking. He'd been here many times before, but somehow the taste was better today.

Rivur drug his tongue across the canine tip, softly coiling it and cooing at the reactions. That metallic taste of canine pre greeted him readily, and he swallowed greedily. He lapped at the base of Jack's sheathe, mussing up the furred organ and covering its length in saliva. Jack panted, and Rivur pressed on. He pulled off for a moment, pressing a forepaw to tip and getting the scent of male all over his foxy paw. He couldn't quite jerk him off without thumbs, but Rivur tried. He pressed his forepaws to the base and began to awkwardly stroke upward. Rivur loved the feeling of a forming knot between his paws.

"Mmmf..." Rivur bit his lower lip at the feeling of that hardened bulb. This was his favorite part.he couldn't wait to have that inside him one day.

Rivur pressed his paws into the the knot and resumed lapping at the tip. He was greeted by yet another hot spurt of canine pre which he swallowed instantly.

Jack ran his paws through Rivur's red fur, petting him. God, foxes were amazing. But he needed to cum, not be teased. Jack roughly grabbed the fox by the muzzle and pressed a paw into the back of his head, angling it downward on his length he started to raise and lower his paws, forcing the fox to take a muzzle fucking.

Rivur tried to pull back at first, worried he might choke but stuck with it. He breathed through his nose as he gave himself to his hopefully soon boyfriend, he really meant what he said earlier. He would let himself be used.

About 9 inches of dog cock forced its way past his teeth, and he took all of his friend in his maw down to the base. Rivur was held there at first, he felt his nose pressed into the soft belly fur of a husky and breathed against it, taking in that delicious musk of male need.

Then he began to rise and fall along it, the tip brought to just outside his lips before being shoved back down his throat. Rivur held himself as still possible, swallowing the periodic spurts of canine pre like a good boyfriend should.

Rivur's own need tugged at him, his vulpine prick leaking into the dirt but he ignored it. He meant for today to be all about Jack, he would see that his friend would at the very least have a damn good nut.

The volume of canine pre began to increase, and Rivur was gulping it down more often now. His tongue stayed glued to the length in his maw, cleaning up and licking what wasn't shooting down his throat.

Jack's paws got quicker, raising and lowering Rivur far faster now. The fox's tongue worked overtime trying to massage his favorite treat out of his friend.

Finally, Rivur felt himself pressed to the base, Jack's entire sheathe filling out his maw. Rivur opened his muzzle as wide as it could go, knowing full well what was about to happen.

Jack's strong paws pressed him down as his knot forced its way past his teeth and swelled in his maw. Spurt after spurt of hot dog cum hit into his tongue and the upper half of his muzzle.

He swallowed it all. Not a drop of canine spunk went wasted as Rivur did his best to drink the salty treat down. He looked up, meeting the anthros eyes and held his gaze as he swallowed loudly.

"Fuck yeah..." The anthro grunted under his breath, paw like hands gripping at the fox's mane. "Good girl."

Oh, he always knew just how to treat a guy. Rivur smiled widely around the cock in his maw. He was far from a girl but for Jack, well he'd be whatever the husky wanted.

Time passed. Rivur had his muzzle knotted in the past, he knew all the little tricks to please the guy in your mouth. He breathed through his nose, did a little simulation of a canine growl for the vibrations, made sure to bat his eyelashes to appear extra cute, the works.

Eventually the male in his muzzle's knot shrunk down enough for him to pop to out. Rivur made sure to lavish it in parting licks to really sell how much he loved it. Much to the delight of Jack who regarded him with amusement and gave him a happy pat on the head for his trouble.

"So," Rivur brushed a forepaw across his muzzle, collecting the remaining bits of canine spunk along it. "I was wondering...now that we're alone, if you would talk with me?"

"Talk? Eh...I guess but I gotta go soon. Expecting a call." The anthro replied tersely, slipping his sheathe back in his pants and crossing his arms.

"So uh..." Rivur fidgeted, forepaws settling atop one another as he gathered his courage. "I was wondering if...you wanted to make this a permanent thing, heh...I really like you." The fox's eyes fell to the ground, a not unsubtle blush forming beneath his furred cheeks.

"Oh sorry, I have someone already. My girlfriend-"

"What? You didn't tell me!?" Rivur was furious, the heat in his cheeks had turned to a mix of anger and self hate just like that. He couldn't imagine hurting someone like that, the thought of his girlfriend finding out what Rivur had been doing with him, how tough it would be to explain. He felt like a homewrecker.

"You never asked." The anthro shrugged, with paws in his pockets and leaning against the tree.

"I-" Rivur wanted to lash out, to berate this man who seemed so nonchalant about betraying not only his trust but his girlfriends as well. Yet something gave him pause, he knew that would accomplish nothing. He saw his friend for what he truly was, a leech. He leeched off his feelings, used him as a...

The thought further enraged him. Had he been manipulated into saying he wanted to be used as well? Rivur's words caught in his throat, anger giving way to doubt. What if he was in an open relationship and this was all okay? What if Rivur was the one that was wrong, what if he was overreacting?

"Sorry, foxy." The anthro chuckled. "I figured you knew enough about me to get it."

"I...I need to leave." Rivur's head dropped, his tail tucked in. He just needed to be back home, away from all this. He turned and began to pace away without another word, back to the suburbs and other people and far, far away from him.

"Hey wait foxy!" The anthro called back to him. "Can I text you later?"

Rivur didn't reply, but he did pick up his pace slightly. He kept his head low to the ground wishing he could just disappear. With no more fanfare than the clicking of sticks, he slipped into the brush and was out of sight.

Rivur's paws audibly tapped along the walkway back to his front door. It was a spacious little suburban home, soft white colours and surrounded by a white picket fence just like any other. The evening sun beat down on him, he hopped up to ring the doorbell and waited.

"You're back! How'd it go?" The cheery face of his anthro sister greeted him as she opened the door. She was wearing tight jeans and a loose fitting tee that showed off her figure nicely. Number of legs aside, she was a perfect mirror image of her brother. Luxurious red fur ending in black paws and hands.

"Hi Jenny," Rivur grumbled, and pushed past his sister into the foyer. He ran up the stairs to his room without another word.

Poor guy, his date must not have gone as well as he hoped, Jenny surmised. But she was prepared for this, she reached into her purse and pulled out his present. A bottle of pink fur dye, the expensive kind. The kind that would stick and not cause problems later. Jenny held the bottle behind her back as she started up the stairs.

She poked her nose through his cracked bedroom door to find him slouching on his bed, watching something on his laptop. "Hey," she called out, softly. "Mind if I come in?"

"I'd really like to be alone." Rivur laid his head down, feigning high interest in whatever was playing on his computer.

"Oh nonsense," Jenny let herself in, closing the bedroom door behind her. Rivur huffed quietly. Outwardly he pretended to be annoyed but he truthfully was glad of the company.

Rivur's room was pretty typical for males of his age. It was mostly sparse, droll white walls and with his laptop charger on a wooden, floral patterned nightstand but otherwise unremarkable. A dresser in the same fashion was at one end, with enough room to walk between it and his bed.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" Jenny sat at the foot of his bed, on top of his soft gray comforter. paws between her legs holding something out of view. Rivur cocked his head sideways. "What is th-"

Jenny smiled. "No. Tell me and then you can see."

Rivur rolled over onto his back and sighed, staring up at the ceiling. "It didn't go very well."

"I've gathered. Hehe." Jenny twirled that hidden object between her paws, teasingly just out of view. "Are you okay?"

Rivur rolled his eyes. "I'm an adult now...I'll deal."

"Oh stop being so glum." Jenny flopped down onto the bed, laying next to her brother and staring at him. "You can be as old as the hills and you'll still be my little brother." She smiled. Despite it all, that gentle smile did bring Rivur some comfort.

"Thanks..." Rivur flipped over, staring out of his window to the blue sky outside."I'm just...I don't know, I'll be okay. Thank you."

Suddenly Rivur felt weight on him, and Jenny wrapped her arms around his chest pulling him back. He found himself staring up at the ceiling, being cradled in his sisters lap like a child. "H-hey!"

"Shhh." Jenny's paws ran through his fur, petting and grooming him in the way he liked. "You'll be okay."

Rivur thought of struggling, but with his sister's arms wrapped around his chest and sat in her lap he couldn't help but situate himself comfortably. He let his head rest on her chest. Part of him thought this was a little inappropriate, but they had grown up together so they were familiar enough with each others naughty bits.

Especially with Rivur's figure, unable to wear clothes as he was. Even now his sheathe was on full display if his sister just so happened to look down, but this wasn't new. He snuggled into his sister and couldn't help but chuckle a bit at the odd hug.

Picking up on this, Jenny playfully bit her brother on the ear, causing him to jerk clear and fall into a fit of giggles, weakly muttering a "Stoooop"

They played with each other for a while, a mix of tussling and hugging as Rivur gradually changed his demeanor.

"Oh I almost forgot!" Jenny fished the bottle of her back pocket, holding it over a pinned and immobile Rivur. "Look what I got you!" She said a sing-songy voice.

Rivur's eyes focused on the small pink bottle as he read the label aloud. "Pomerae...You got me Pomerae!?" Rivur was ecstatic. That was a two-hundred dollar bottle of fur dye.

"Don't say I never gave you nothing," his sister winked.

Rivur nearly leaped from the bed in happiness. "I can't- oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god! Can you help me put it on? Nnh let me up!" The fox weakly struggled against the weight of his sister. Her forepaws pressing into his chest.

"Just chill out...I gotta talk to you first." Jenny looked down at him a bit nervously. How uncharastic of the typically confident and relaxed vixen.

"What uh...what about?" Rivur gulped hearing her voice shift to a more suspect tone. He stopped his fidgeting and locked eyes with his sister. Now he was a bit worried.

"Well...you know my stream right?"

Yes Rivur knew of that well. It was how his sister made her money, though Rivur was fuzzy on the details. She was some type of beauty streamer or make up artist or something. The young male never had much reason to see for himself though, all his sisters beauty tips she gave him directly.

"Yes...what about it?" The pressure on the fox's chest lifted as Jenny sat on the edge of his bed. Her indigo blue jeans contrasted well against the purple comforter.

Her playful attitude gone, she looked back to a confused Rivur with a blush. "So...I was thinking. You could come on stream with me, and we can make it a whole thing. I can dye your fur on camera!"

"On camera?" Rivur sat up, head tilted. "I mean sure I guess. I can do that."

"Great! Okay now the weird bit..." Jenny crooked one of her digitrade legs up on the bed, turning to face her brother. Slight blush obscured by her red furred cheeks. "So...you know...we gotta do it in the shower."

"Yeah that's how you put on dye." Rivur chuckled, rolling his eyes.

Jenny cleared her throat. "Well alright. I'm just trying not to force you to do something because I want to. And if me getting erm...ready for the camera would make you uncomfortable then-"

"Ugh oh my god." Rivur interrupted, exaggeratedly rolling around in his bed, paws lifted into the air in exasperation. "It's not like I haven't seen you indecent before." Rivur gestured with a forepaw at Jenny's admittedly quite tight shirt. The vixen giggled, crossing her arms over herself in mock embarrassment

"Oh hush, you're even less 'decent' than me." Jenny's eyes rolled. "Naughty little ferals like you, traipsing around in the buff."

"It's not like I have a choice!" Rivur sat up and puffed his chest out, pouting. "You choose to run around in your...well, that!!"

"Ugh stop policing my wardrobe, mom!" The two shared a quiet laugh. Rivur hopped off the bed, quite eager to get the ball rolling. The thought of eyes on him as the person he most trusted coated him from head to paw in expensive dye...it was exciting, to say the least.

"So...when are we gonna start this?" Rivur looked up to his sister eagerly, impatience in the young fox's eyes. "Ehh..." Jenny reached a paw into her bra and pulled her phone out, checking the time. "Couple hours...I usually start at seven but, you really don't mind a bunch of weird creepy guys watching you shower?"

"Sweetie," Rivur pressed a forepaw to his chest, looked to his sister's eyes, and put on his best stereotypical gay voice. "Turning on weird guys...that's like, my element."

"What is up kits!?" Jenny was wearing a skimpy swimsuit, holding the bottle behind her back and staring into the laptop's webcam. "It's Your Favorite Vixen here, and I have a very special treat for you today!" There was a little microphone dangling precariously off the edge of the sink, the piece of kit picked up even the slightest sound of water droplets hitting the tile floor.

Steam was rising around her, the sound of water running filled the room as a confused Rivur looked at her back, waiting for his chance to shine. "And t- no, Woofer32 the treat is not me in a bikini, but thank you." Rivur's giggling was audible even with the water running.

"The treat is actually..." Jenny stepped sideways, lifting her arms in a way reminiscent of a game show host revealing what's behind curtain number one. "My feral brother, and..." She lifted the bottle into frame for just a moment. "A bottle of Pomerae. That's right! I'll be showing you how to dye a ferals fur tonight!"

Rivur offered a timid wave of his lifted, wet forepaw to the camera. Jenny was busy putting on a pair of blue latex gloves as she read through her chat. "...Yes, actual brother...well, my mom was a feral vixen and dad was an anthro fox so so that's how that happened." She let the last glove snap into place as she smiled at the camera. "We get that question a lot."

Rivur was craning his neck from the shower, trying to read the chat window as his sister talked to strangers on the internet. Curiously, he couldn't help but feel a tad bit jealous that his sister had all those people who liked her.

Jenny took a few moments to situate the camera on Rivur before she stepped back, leaning against the far left side of the tub. "You ready?" Rivur nodded an affirmative, and she squeezed out a bit of dye onto her gloved paw.

Her touch was calming. The specialized dye was cool against his back as Jenny began its application. She started with his back, trying to keep up conversation with chat as she ran her paws through her brothers fur. She was remarkably tender with how she held him, her experience nearly tangible as her paws were gliding expertly through Rivur's fur.

He felt less like he was being dyed and more like he was being pampered. Her paws, even through the gloves were baby soft and gentle in their application. If Rivur closed his eyes, he could imagine himself in a massage parlour.

Jenny pressed her forepaws into his cheeks, scrunching his face up as she began to apply it to his muzzle. Rivur held himself completely still. Then she started on his head. Never wasting a movement, she trailed her paws down his neck rubbing the cool, gooey substance into and along his fur.

Jenny stopped interacting with her chat. She was no dumb bimbo, despite how she portrayed herself online. She could see her brother loving the treatment, little tells from her experience at fur salons clued her in. How his claws extended as she touched him, How his back arched when she brushed her paw over just the right spot.

She loved her brother. She'd looked out for him their whole lives and right now, she didn't care people were watching. This wasn't about them anymore. This was for Rivur.

Rivur was not into girls. He wasn't. He was into guys. He was into how protective they were, how chivalrous they were to him, how they seemed so appreciative when they held him. Just like his sist-

The young fox gulped. His sister had moved to dyeing his legs at some point. Her experienced paws spreading out the dye. The changes were already starting to take effect, Rivur could see himself reflected in the misty shower's plastic wall. His muzzle was no longer the usual red foxy kind, he was pink.

"How...much of you do you want to dye?" His sister breaking the silence caught him off guard. They hadn't spoke since they started. "Uh...all of me please?" Rivur looked back to her, embarrassed. As if asking her to do any more was asking too much. "All of you? Okay..."

Rivur had lost track of how much of him exactly she had gotten to. He tried to judge from his reflection, he could see his legs were beginning to appear pink. Each one, and she had finished his back a while ago...what else could she mean to-

Rivur felt gloved paws on his sheathe. He felt his sister's expert touch on him once more, her digits rubbing the dye into his length. Before Rivur could stop it, he felt himself growing hard at his sister's touch.

Jenny thought she was imagining it growing more firm; she was not however, imagining the pink tip poking through his sheathe. She simply stared at it a moment, surprise on her face. She hadn't seen a cock this close up since high school. Females, sure, but a male in her paws was a new feeling.

"I'm sorry!" Rivur whispered as low as he could, he turned his head to meet his sister's gaze. His ears were flat downward. "It's just the...way you did that. Sorry. I'm so sorry!"

"No it's okay, it's just a guy thing..." The dye was mostly done. Rivur was head to paw pink and...beautiful. He was quite stunning, Jenny had to admit. "We'll talk about it later." Jenny let go of Rivur's length and stepped back, crossing her arms to admire her handiwork. Yes...he really was beautiful.

Rivur wanted to die. Or at least, to curl up in a little ball and cease to exist. He was worried he may have ruined her stream, if anybody saw it...they might report her and get her kicked off. And it would be his fault!

Rivur had gotten lost in his own head when his sister shutting the water off got his attention. He was dripping wet, but luckily the fear of ruining his sisters life had killed his boner. He turned to see her leaning over the laptop and typing things into the keyboard.

"Thanks for the fifty, Deerhound. Uh, we get along well...sorry guys I'm gonna have to end the stream early. I got something I need to do" Jenny seemed to be lost in her own head as well. She quickly shut the stream down, and that was that.

"I'm so, so, SO sorry!" As soon as the laptop closed Rivur burst into hysterics. All the possible ways he may have just ruined his relationship with his sister flashed through his mind. "It's okay" The vixen returned, "but...we need to talk about it."

It took thirty minutes of consoling before Jenny was finally able to calm the fox down. She chased him all around the house, the fox nervously pacing all about as he ran through all the ways he messed up and how sorry he was for it.

Eventually, he flopped down on the living room rug, still nervous and torn up but not crying. Jenny sat next to him and ran her paws through his fur as she had done before. "Today has got to be the worst day of my life." The feral huffed.

"I...really thought that would make you feel better. I'm sorry." The vixen had started all this because she wanted to do just that. Yet, here her brother was. On a rug and immobile, like a dust mite. She couldn't help but feel responsible.

"It's my fault." Rivur retorted. "I shouldn't have done that. It's just...it's been so long, and Jack didn't...you know, sorry." Rivur fidgeted his forepaws, his voice was shaky. He felt like burying his nose into his sisters fur and crying his eyes out all over again.

The vixen simply shrugged. "I know I usually go for the girls but come on, hehe. I have handled it before, remember?" Jenny chuckled to herself as she ran her paws through her brothers surprisingly soft and luscious fur for a male.

"That was...awhile ago." Rivur choked up a bit at the memory. His sister had caught him in a moment of weakness. He was young, and had the same ills as all males do at that age. He was browsing the internet, trying to satisfy himself with pics of shirtless anthro guys.

Usually he would hump his pillow or the side of his bed, as all ferals do but that night he wanted to be a little adventurous. He snuck out to their then back yard. It was dark, Impossible to see him from the windows...or so he thought.

He found a dark little corner, and presented himself. Lowered his head and raised his rump for the imaginary male he was thinking of. In his head he was many things, the target of a horny feral wolf with nowhere else to go, his anthro best friend from school. Of course he couldn't pleasure himself there, but he needed to feel the air on his fur. He held himself in that position, breathing in the cool night air as fantasies of being claimed ran through his mind.

It was obvious what he was doing. His bright red fox cock poking prominently out beneath his body advertising his need to any who might happen upon him. It might have been his cock that his sister ended up seeing, he never had the chance to ask.

His eyes were closed, he was absorbed in his fantasy. In hindsight, there would have been no way for him to see his sister walking toward him. The fox did hear her pawsteps however, crinkling autumn leaves underneath with each she took.

He started to freak out. The thought of the one person he looked up to the most catching him in such a debauched act, yet she shushed him. Seeing his reaction, she knelt down on her knees and wrapped her forearms around his neck in a hug. She told him how she understood how bad it got for ferals, how they couldn't "take care" of themselves. How it was okay.

Then she offered to let him use her paw. Rivur could still remember that feeling of those wonderfully soft and fuzzy digits taking hold of his cockflesh. They were so heavenly, yet still firm enough to knot. Earlier today it was just his sheathe she touched, but that night she gave him so much.

He came on his sister's paw in a dark corner outside of their house in the middle of the night. He thanked her, apologized for being weird, and they never mentioned it again.

"I do remember...how could I forget, you made me question my sexuality for the second time in my life." Rivur rested his head on his forelegs.

Well that was a nice stroke of her ego. Jenny was quiet for a moment, deep in thought. "For what it's worth, a guy like you would probably be the only type of male I'd be in to."

"Like me?" Rivur chuckled. "What, gay?"

"...Cute." Jenny leaned against the couch, idly stroking Rivur's back. "I like my mates to be cute. You know, pretty. I've always liked your fashion sense."

"I don't wear clothes..."

"Your minimalistic fashion sense." Jenny corrected herself, though she did grin a bit at that. "I'm saying, I've always thought you were cute. You're beautiful."

"Oh," Rivur blushed, luckily indistinguishable beneath his furred cheeks. He felt himself growing strangely warm at the compliment. "T-thank you! You too."

"Don't worry about it..." Jenny rested her paw on the feral fox's back and smiled. "You're not just my little brother, you're my best friend too."

Something about the way she spoke stirred something in Rivur. She sounded like she was watching out for him, like she was making sure he was happy. Here in her arms, the feral couldn't deny...he felt safe.

Suddenly, he felt himself growing hard again. Rivur thanked his lucky stars his cock was pressed against his tummy, and not in view of his sister. After a careful glance backward to make sure she didn't suspect, he lowered his head again and pretended to yawn.

Rivur couldn't help but remember what she had said that night. That if he ever needed her again, he only had to ask. Rivur closed his eyes, tried to force the thoughts from his brain. He exhaled slowly in a vain attempt to clear his mind.

Though he couldn't stop thinking of how amazing her paw felt in the shower. Part of him wanted to roll over and put himself on display, to see what his sister would think if she got a good luck at him at full mast. She did say to speak up if he ever needed her again but...that was so long ago.

Rivur had to try. He spent a moment gathering his courage, turned his head around and met his sister's beautiful emerald eyes. "I'm sorry...but...can you do it again?"

"Do what?" Jenny stretched out, still in the bikini from before. The feral had never really checked his sister out before...she was gorgeous. Red fur the same shade Rivur's used to be, ending in black fur around her paws. Her fur was mirrored his in other ways too, luxuriously soft to the touch. Velvety even. They both took pride in keeping their fur as good looking as possible.

She had digitrade legs, very visible in her current outfit. Rivur got a good look as she stretched them out and lifted her arms above her head. She was quite fit too, but that's a bit of a requirement in her line of work.

A nice pair of C-cup tits filled out her bikini. Rivur wasn't much for those specifically, but he'd never got to see any in real life. He wondered if his sister would let him indulge his curiosity. If it was gonna be with any girl, he'd like it to be with the one he knew the best.

"...heh, what are you looking at?" The vixen noticed Rivur staring, and he'd likely be blushing if he wasn't afraid of ruining his relationship with his sister with his next question. He inhaled softly.

Rivur's words caught in his throat. He realized he was ogling his sister, a female. Did that mean he wasn't gay? More importantly does that mean he's a pervert?

"Rivur..." Jenny ran her paws through her tail, idly toying with it as she watched her brother. "Are...you checking me out?"

"No! I-..." Rivur stammered. He wanted to tell her the truth, that he was just daydreaming but...that would be a lie by omission. The feral gulped. "Sorry..."

"Do you want to look?" Her voice was soft. In her usual 'big sister cares' tone, but more inviting somehow.

Rivur thought for a moment. Try as he might he couldn't will himself to admit what he wanted. That yes indeed, he would very much like to look. Luckily, Jenny was familiar enough with ferals to pick up on their body language, having lived with one for so long. Arousal, and that cute thing they did where they tried to press into the carpet to hide their cocks being hard. That much was obvious to her.

"Hm...not here, come on" Jenny grabbed her brother lightly by the neck, releasing it as she stood. Her tail swished curiously behind her as Rivur followed nervously. Rivur silently thanked his sister for being braver than him.

Jenny's room was nothing like Rivur's. Pink comforter on her bed, posters of various bands she used to like in her younger days on the walls but just too lazy to take down now. A desk with an expensive computer setup in one corner, and a much larger closet than his own. The air in here was distinctly feminine, a slight whiff of...maybe perfume?

Jenny closed the door behind Rivur, sat down on her bed, and sighed. "So...what exactly do you want to see?"

Rivur sat down on the soft carpet. He looked up to his sister, even though she was mostly nude already she seemed hesitant to go further. Rivur cleared his throat. "Well...I've never seen a girl's...stuff in real life before."

"Okay...all of me then." Jenny gathered her courage, gripped her bikini and with a quick tug, lifted it above her head. Tucking her ears in as she lifted.

Rivur stared unashamedly. His sister was...well, stacked. Her breasts were pert, covered in soft red fur. He had always wondered what the big deal about boobs was. Here and now, he could sort of understand. It was a sort of trust thing, even if they weren't hot on their own the fact Jenny felt comfortable enough with him to reveal herself like that was kind of hot.

Jenny crossed her legs. "So...heh, what do you think?" Her forepaws rested on the bed. Her fur felt tingly, all exposed like this.

"I like them...can I see the rest?" Rivur was hard already. His pink tip poking through his sheathe, slightly leaking onto his sister's carpet. It was even harder for Jenny to pretend not to notice.

The vixen cleared her throat, stood and placed her paws on the bottom half of her swimsuit. With a quickness, she lowered them to her thighs and let them fall to her paws. Rivur licked his lips.

Jenny's lips were full, aroused with a hardly noticeable drop of moisture running down her leg. She quickly sat back down and spread her legs, trying to read Rivur's face as he stared.

The feral found himself thinking along the same lines as earlier. His sister's pussy wasn't sexy to him on its own, but how much his sister trusted him that she was willing to show her most private areas to him...that was really fucking hot. Rivur simply stared for awhile, taking in the sight of his sister. His eyes ran up her long vulpine legs, over her mounds, darting from points of interest. He wanted to remember this.

Jenny was eying him up too. Her brother had always been quite the looker, cute little whiskers on his muzzle and adorable little fox ears that always gave off an eager vibe. This time though, her eyes were drawn to his more masculine parts.

He had a nice sheathe between his legs, give or take about seven inches from eyeballing it. His cock was hard, fully aroused and leaking enough fox cum into her carpet that she briefly considered getting him a little napkin. Jenny bit her lower lip. "Would you get on my bed? It would be easier to clean up that way."

Rivur followed his sister's advice, hopping up beside her. It was more difficult to keep his footing here, and he took a moment to steady himself. Rivur loved his sister, and he told himself that right now he needed her. He needed her. Rivur looked into his sister's eyes and asked her the question that would change his life forever. "Can we mate?"

Jenny thought for a moment. She imagined this happening ever since that night...but she couldn't. She wanted it, god she wanted it bad but there was too much risk. "We can't...not yet, but I can help you with that." The vixen rested her paw on her brothers lower back, pulling him to her.

"It's...it's hard because I haven't been able to do it myself yet, s-sorry" The younger fox's voice wavered. He felt strangely nervous in the embrace of his sister, with his own need so obvious.

Jenny, for auld lang syne took the chance to cup her brothers sheathe, causing an adorably feminine gasp to escape from the male. Jenny shushed him, reminded him that she always took care of him. This, well...this would be no different.

The vixen's fuzzy digits encompassed her brothers sheathe, softly at first. The gentle caresses of a lover. She trailed her paw up and down his length, subtly relishing the little vocalizations she was causing.

For his part Rivur didn't know what to do. He held himself still, ridgid in his sister's grip. The feelings were overwhelming. His claws extended, dug into his sister's comforter. Part of him did feel guilty, but more of him felt hot.

God, he felt so hot. His cock was so hard and his sister was jerking him off. It was all so delightfully naughty. He moaned after a particularly tight squeeze, causing Jenny to giggle in reaction.

The inexperienced vixen took hold of Rivur's forming knot, interrupting his thoughts. She gripped hard, and the feral gave in. Rivur started quite literally fucking his sisters paws. The feel of one of them caressing his shaft while the other gripped his knot.

She was really trying to get him off. His sister! The realization gripped Rivur as Jenny rested her chin on top of his head. He felt so safe...and so wanted. The vixen's paws gripped his shaft, and she let him have his fun.

Rivur's humping stirred memories for the older vixen. She hadn't ever felt a male do this, she had seen it. Even a girl like her sometimes gets curious and searches up certain kinds of porn, specifically female on feral but to feel it happen to you was something else entirely.

The anmalistic bucking of her brother made her recall her own mates from long ago. She remembered dating a girl who talked about being under ferals with such fondness. She called attention to the power in their humps, how it feels to give yourself to something so...raw, so primal. With how much trouble she was having keeping a hold on the slick cock sliding in and out of her grip, she couldn't help but imagine being under him.

Rivur rested his head on her shoulder as he came. Thick ropes of fertile feral seed coated the vixen's paws, Jenny giggled. She was first struck by how warm it was, and the consistency with his spurts of spunk. He came a long time, and completely coated her paw by the time he was done.

Rivur slumped back to a sitting position as his cock retracted, panting with his tongue out and thanking jenny profusely. But the vixen wasn't done. She knew for a fact that ferals were virile little things, and she wanted her brother to know that she was okay with that.

Jenny wrapped her arms around her brother and pulled him in for a kiss. Rivur's eyes went wide, he started to pull away but he stopped himself. He loved his sister, and he wanted her to know it.

The feral pressed back into the kiss, felt a tongue slip inside his maw, He playfully coiled his own around it, with the warmth of his sister's body against his spurring him on. Rivur didn't care this was wrong anymore, he didn't care if he was straight or bi, or whatever the heck. He just knew he was happy.

"Oh gosh," Jenny pulled back and caught her breathe. She smiled through it, and met her brother's eyes for the first time since. Despite them looking the exact same, they felt completely different. Different, but better. Rivur returned her smile.

"Are we m-" Rivur didn't have time to finish his sister fell upon him once more. Her arms wrapped around him, trailing her paws through his fluffy foxy fur and she kissed him again.

This time though, she was a bit more brazen in her groping.

She smacked his ass, the feral jumped in excitement. The vixen pushed her luck,

lewdly groping and handling the ferals naughty bits. His rump, his balls, his sheathe again. Rivur gasped as he felt himself pushed onto his back, looking up into the eyes of his sister.

Her forepaws pressed into his chest and she smiled, a sort of predatory and (admittedly) a little scary smile. She looked like she was about to pounce on her prey. Rivur gulped. Instead of pouncing however, she nuzzled into his chest. Taking in a big whiff of his scent as she lasciviously licked around, getting the taste of male on her tongue as she dragged it through her brother's fur. Then she went lower.

Kissing and teasing Rivur as she lowered her head to his length, and finally got a good look at what she'd been thinking about for so long. Jenny licked her lips.

It wasn't that much different from an anthro's length all things considered. He had a nice, full sheathe. Fuzzy balls swinging behind, it was still a little wet with his cum from earlier. Rivur watched the fascination play on his sister's face with increasing excitement.

Just from having her look at it he was hard again. Pink tip poking through his dyed pink sheathe. God, just the feel of her breathing against it. Rivur whined in need, as if the exceptionally masculine scent radiating from his cock wasn't clue enough for the vixen.

But that whine was all the go ahead she needed. Jenny stuck her tongue out, and tasted a male for the first time in her life. She softly pressed her tongue to the tip, collecting the bit of pre that was already leaking from the excited feral on her tongue.

It was kind of funny tasting. Jenny had assumed it would be kind of like saliva, but it tasted more like...copper? Jenny rolled the sexual fluid about on her tongue trying to place it. Eventually, she settled with just swallowing it and finding out later.

Another lick. Jenny poked her tongue past the sheathe, lapping at the base and getting familiar with her brother's taste. Or was it the taste of male? She didn't have much to compare it to anyway, but it was kind of captivating.

Jenny opened her maw wide. Not content with simply licking, she took his sheathe to the base. Despite her lack of experience pleasing men, her long vulpine muzzle meant she had no problems with taking all of him in her mouth. She managed a glance upward to see the feral staring into the ceiling and pawing at the air. Heh, men.

Holding someone in her muzzle like this wasn't something she could get from other girls. It was a certain type of sexy feeling, knowing the she was causing him such pleasure and that she could do it with her mouth. Oh, why should she just use her mouth? This was for him after all.

Jenny got an idea. Her brother was gay, and a bottom, which means he probably likes...

The vixen snuck a couple dexterous fingers to her brothers tail, before making sure he was distracted by her oral ministrations. Really quickly, she stuck her tongue out the side of her maw and used it to wet her fingers. Deeming them sufficiently lubed, she went back to sucking leaving Rivur none the wiser.

Her brother's back arched, and he bucked into her maw releasing a fresh spurt of pre onto her tongue. Jenny swallowed it happily, making extra sure to keep her maw latched onto the ferals cock. But she still had one trap card to play.

After a quick glance to make sure he wasn't watching, the vixen snuck her fingers to his tailhole. Just like she planned, he was still staring at the ceiling. Jenny decided she'd be the good sister today and only use one finger. For now.

She pressed her manicured digit into his tailhole, and gently poked it inside him. Immediately, she felt that ring of muscles contract around her and Rivur gasped above her. Something between a whine and a moan escaped the feral's lips.

Jenny started to slowly and methodically drag her finger in and out of her brother. Crooking it to and fro, making sure not to push it in too far and hurt the little guy. Jenny smiled around his cock, and circled her tongue around it to egg him on a bit.

Jenny poked in her second finger, and turned her head sideways. The position was awkward, and she had difficulty sucking him like this, Nevertheless, she felt obligated to give her feral what his boyfriend no doubt had not.

Jenny held his cock in her mouth, and fucked him with her fingers. Her brother's body reacted accordingly, it was kind of cute seeing him jump a bit and then relax and push himself back onto her. There was no doubt about it, Rivur was a born bitch.

All good things must come to an end however; Jenny had to admit she was enjoying making his athletic body squirm about. She could feel his knot pressing past her teeth. She smiled, and her tail twitched behind her. She was excited. She'd never been knotted before. She heard her brother mutter something along the lines of "close" and widened her maw for him.

That thick bulb of flesh parted her lips and locked itself in her muzzle. Jenny withdrew her fingers at her brother's climax, instead needing them to steady herself from his upward humping.

The vixen swallowed, and she swallowed a lot. Despite it being his second climax in the span of an hour she found herself drinking down mouthfuls of fox cum. She had heard ferals were virile, but goodness. What a stud! The vixen chuckled to herself around his knot.

She spent a good twenty minutes swallowing before his knot finally deflated enough for her to pull it out. She wiped her chin of any excess with a forearm and met her brother's eyes once more.

He was looking down at her, forepaws crooked and held above his chest. Sort of an "I can't believe we just did that" look on his face. Jenny winked.

"Should...I do you next?" He was a trooper for sure, but Jenny knew her brother and she knew he was too tired to continue. She crawled up next to him and wrapped her arms around the feral, burying her muzzle in his chest fluff. "It's okay," she gave him a squeeze, causing a little squeak to to escape his lips. "Today was all you, we can make tomorrow all me. I love you."

Earlier perhaps Rivur would have paused and considered what those words meant, but now...after seeing how much she really cares for him he didn't even need to worry about his response."I love you too." Rivur turned over, nuzzling into her chest and sighing heavily. "Thank you."

...Wait. Tomorrow? Rivur swallowed. "Uh, we're doing this again?"

"Well...do you wanna do it again?" Jenny ran her forepaw through his fur, petting him in a way. Rivur thought about it for a moment. He loved his sister without a doubt, but did he want to mate his sister?

He thought about their life together so far. Try as he might he couldn't come up with a reason not to beyond the fact that they were brother and sister...and they already crossed that line.

Actually...fuck it, why was he fighting this? He was happy with her and she apparently trusted him enough to do this. Yeah, fuck it.

"Yes but no." Rivur cleared his throat, but quickly continued seeing the confusion on his sister's face "Not just sex but...can we be a real thing?"

"A real thing? Like, mates?"

"Mates."

Jenny thought for a moment, took one of Rivur's paws in hers and looked him straight in the eye. "I promise, no matter what happens...I'll take care of you." Rivur lowered his ears, he was comforted by the confidence in his sister's voice but it still sounded slightly foreboding.

Jenny pressed her nose to his and continued, still keeping eye contact. "I know this could...kind of be risky. But I promise if anything ever happens I'll say it was my idea and I pressured you into it and I forced you to do it so you won't be-"

"No." Rivur closed his eyes, shaking his head. "I might be young...but I won't let you do this alone. I want you to be mine, too. Not just vice versa." Rivur felt the grip on his paw tighten.''

"I'm the oldest. I take full responsibility, so it's my job to-"

"No!" Rivur turned back to his sister, pressed his nose to hers, locking eyes with her. He mimicked his sister to the best of his ability. "I love you. We're doing this together, I promise I will be there for you no matter what. That's my job, as your boyfriend."

Rivur's now lover smiled widely. "Boyfriend..." she repeated. "I don't think I've ever had a boyfriend before."

"Well I'm not really good at dating girls either." Rivur chuckled. "When do I ask you to make me a sandwich?"

"Uh, wow sexist much!" Jenny hugged her brother tightly to her and giggled. "When am I supposed to ask you to buy me dinner?"

"Oh I think I know this one! If It's anything like gays, it's right after you blow me." Rivur let his head rest against his sister's comforter and licked his lips...and then it hit him. "Wait, no."

"That's our first date!" Jenny chuckled, nuzzling into her feral's neck. "Let's go out to eat tomorrow, we can make it like a real couple. I know this feral inclusive restaurant that's super supportive of couples like us!"

"Like...incest?" Rivur tilted his head curiously.

"No feral and anthro couples, silly." The vixen shrugged. "I strongly doubt anyone could guess we're related." She gripped him by the forepaw again. "You being so different to me, and all that"

"Mmm...it's risky, I dunno."

"Yeah, it is...but wouldn't it be fun?" Jenny nibbled on her brother's neck a bit. "I'd love to show off that I have the cutest mate in that place..." Rivur squirmed about, blushing once more. "With the fluffiest, most softest fur..." Rivur pitifully moaned out an elongated "stooop" and padded into his sister's chest with his eyes closed. "You know I like when they call me cute...this isn't fair!" Rivur huffed and flipped about, exaggeratedly burying his nose into his sister's blanket. Jenny grinned to herself as she eyed her brother's rump.

The vixen purposefully stood, placed her paws on either side of the feral's hips and gave him a good squeeze. Rivur nearly jumped from the pressure, and looked back wide-eyed. "And, the feral with the sexiest ass I've ever seen is mine. Why wouldn't I want to show him off?"

"Mmf, you're so selfish..." The feral in question pressed his rump back into his sister's crotch, cutely giggling. "Hmmmm, You've convinced me."

Rivur spent the rest of the day snuggling his sister and chatting about nothing in particular. Occasionally, one of them would throw in a saucy comment about the other. Tails were a prime target for complimenting, foxes love their tails. Until eventually the two foxes fell asleep in each other's embrace.

Come morning, Rivur awoke feeling the happiest he'd felt in months. Excitement tinged the air.

The fox sneakily crawled out of bed careful not to disturb his sleeping sister. Or was it mate now? And made his way to his closet.

Rivur wasn't what you'd call a fashionista but he knew how to look good. Ferals needed something to set them apart from each other, and he did relish the feeling of eyes on him. The thought of catching someone checking him out still gave him a bit of a naughty thrill.

His closet therefore was mostly barren, save a few accessories he wore for special occasions and various other little sundries. Rivur couldn't help but grin as he imagined himself drawing eyes and thoughts of males. The young fox did so love showing off.

Rivur pulled his few choice picks of clothing off the hangars and waited. He had an idea of how he wanted to look. He laid his clothes out along the bathroom sink and went to wake up his sister.

He nosed into her thighs, pushing her to the bathroom and pleading with her to help him put it on. It didn't take long for the feral to get ready, or "all snazzied up" as Jenny said. In a few minutes time Rivur was checking himself out in the mirror.

It might be a bit conceited, but Rivur had to admit...damn, he was sexy. The feral smiled to himself. He had feminine whiskers, beautiful lips freshly painted with a bit of gloss. The centerpiece of his face however was his eyes, mirroring his sister in their way. He had elegant, piercing green eyes that conveyed a sense of curiosity.

Rivur smiled to himself. His sister hovered above him, straightener in paw as she got herself ready. Rivur tugged on his scarf with a forepaw, getting it angled correctly as he watched himself in the mirror.

"Wow..." Jenny wrapped her arms around his chest, both checking him out in the mirror. "Is that my brother? I thought he was a model for a second there." Rivur giggled in response.

"Hey Jenny..." Rivur noticed something about himself. He was a male of course, but he liked feminine things. He liked to look pretty, he was admittedly a bit gay...a lot gay. He looked like it too, with pink fur and adorably pouty face. Rivur cleared his throat. "Am I a trap?"

The vixen couldn't help her chortle. "Heheh, uh...I don't know how you can be, all anybody needs to do is bend down." The eyes of Rivur's reflection narrowed. "W-well who cares! You're my trap, and traps are cute."

The feral seemed to remain unconvinced. Jenny continued "even if somebody labels you that way it wouldn't change anything. You know I don't mind being seen with other girls anyways."

Finally, thankfully, Rivur seemed to relax at that.

It wasn't long before Rivur found himself hopping into the passenger seat of a sedan. He was admittedly giddy, fidgeting about the seat. Fantasies ran through his head of kissing his sister in full view of the public, of a naughty little romp in the bathroom. Even more mundane things, like how they'd introduce each other to the staff. Would they do it as lovers? Respective boyfriend/girlfriend? Maybe just as mates.

As they pulled into the restaurant Rivur poked his head out of the window. The sign above the entrance was bright pink and neon. It read "The Fringe" In all caps and quite gaudy, along with "Where the wild things are" below it in smaller text. Classy.

The double doors to the restaurant seemed anthro oriented, but the inside definitely was not. Linoleum floors that your claws made satisfying clacking sounds walking over, Raised seats for feral couples, half raised for feral and anthro couples. Bright lights that reflected off the floor and gave everyone inside a sort of ethereal glow to their fur.

In the booths and tables there were various couples. Two wolf ferals at the far end in a corner, closer to the entrance a couple anthro couples were ordering. But by far the most popular type he saw was anthro and feral, an anthro fox and a feral wolf. An anthro wolf and a feral wolf, both male. A group of four possibly double dating ferals and anthros that had fur so heavily dyed he couldn't tell their species from a glance.

"May I help you?" The vixen behind the server's podium spoke up, possibly noticing the pair's hesitancy. Jenny replied that she'd like a table for two. Money exchanged paws, and they were off.

Their waiter was very pleasant. He seated them both asap , gave them their menus then disappeared through a set of metal double doors that Rivur guessed led to the Kitchen. His sister complimented his appearance, and asked what he wanted to eat. He liked hare, so that's what he ordered.

It was all insanely mundane. He was dating his sister, who had two legs. No one here seemed to care or notice. The fact that he was a feral wasn't even mentioned or talked about, and the people around him were too absorbed in their own dates to so much as cast him a glance of curiosity.

It was liberating. After the initial awkwardness of the seating was over he found himself talking to his sister like she was any other date. After Rivur stopped looking over his shoulder for fear of someone eavesdropping, he started having fun.

"I..like your dress. It matches your eyes." Rivur's vixen date was wearing an emerald green dress that reflected the lights of the restaurant on certain angles giving it a nearly mirror like shine. It was low cut and elegant, showing off a decent amount of vulpine cleavage. Small diamond ear piercings and high heeled shoes completed her ensemble.

"Aw, thank you." Jenny blushed subtly. "Your scarf makes you look adorable, and that tail of yours- mmf! So cute." Rivur was wearing a skyblue scarf around his neck, with less noticeable blue highlights in his fur. He had little metallic golden bands around his paws, one on each. He looked even cuter now that he was smiling, no doubt thanks to Jenny's prase.

Their date went...well. Surprisingly, despite the absurdity of the situation. The pair talked about mundane things that weren't perverted or weird, much to the delight of Rivur. The restaurant they were out,at gossiping a bit. Eventually the topic turned to books.

"So, heh. So then, he carries her into his truck and they ride off into the sunset like a happy ending!" The vixen was cutting off tiny pieces of a steak with her knife between sentences. "Oh it was so cute, I think it was called Love On The Ice or something, feral and anthro couple in the winter. I'll remember it later at three in the morning when I'm getting ready for bed."

Rivur finished his hare and chuckled. "Do you usually read feral on anthro love stories?"

"The genre, mister. Is anthro on feral and yes, I find it quite adorable." The vixen stuck her pinky out with her fork held, mimicking the hoity toity british accent of the stereotypical critic. "I really like the whole overcoming nature to be with the one you love. Like, love transcends all boundaries. Sounds kinda dumb to say it out loud though."

"No, I get it." Rivur placed his forepaws on the table cloth, leaning up and stretching his back out. "I've always preferred anthros as mates too. It's a kind of trust thing, you know someone really likes you if they have less legs than you and they still wanna be with you."

"Well, maybe..." Jenny leaned in close to whisper into her lovers ear. "There are some advantages to dating four leggers that anthro males just don't have."

"Oh?" Rivur's ears twitched. "Do tell."

"I think it's the whole animalistic thing." Jenny smiled, kissed her feral on the cheek. "There's something indescribable about the thought of being under a male like that, just letting a feral have his way with you."

"You...want to be under me?"

"Heh yeah...we'll talk about it later, sit down. I can see you're a bit excited."

Rivur was starting to draw eyes, and certainly his cock tip poking through his shathe was not helping. Rivur quickly sat down and scooted into the table, hiding his now quite prominent hard on underneath the table cloth. Rivur blushed hard and glanced over his shoulder worriedly. The couple knowing glances he caught were not helping, and neither was the wink from a certain larger feral wolf.

"Nnh..." Rivur looked to his sister with a blush lighting up his face. "Sorry it just happens sometimes."

The vixen felt a bit coy. She wondered how she might be able to capitalize on the situation, with a horny male feral that just needed release right now and both of their naughty bits hidden by the floor length tablecloth. She looked over her shoulder, most everyone was busy. Servers serving tables, most others on dates exclusively focused on their partners. Jenny smiled to her brother.

Without giving him time to process the feelings, Jenny shook one of her hindpaws free of her fancy heels and lifted it to tease the ferals shaft. Pressing her soft pawpad to his length, the look on his face made her giggle.

Jenny crooked her arms and idly poked at the straw in her drink. She pretended to chat about inane things, all the while keeping her eyes on her brother's face. She was far from an expert at reading feral males, but she knew the look her brother gave her when he was exceptionally horny.

She did her best to wrap her toes around his cock, succeding only in giving him a little pinch. A loud thunk, and the glasses and plates on the table shook. Rivur had lost control for a moment and humped forward, grinding his length against his sister's soft digits.

Rivur looked over his shoulder. Luckily the commotion seemed to have gone unnoticed by the rest of the restaurant patrons. He offered his sister a sheepish grin and a quick apology. "S-sorry..." The fox's ears drooped.

Jenny channeled her inner club-goer and gave her brother a wink. "You wanna get out of here, big guy?"

"Y-yeah..."

The pair waited a small while, with jenny expertly slipping her heel back on unnoticed. It took awhile for Rivur's length to shrink to acceptable size. Jenny had to admit however, her peeking under the table every couple of minutes to check probably didn't help. Oh, but it was so fun to tease the feral.

Before leaving, Jenny had something she needed to do. She leaned over the table, her dress almost riding up it. She brought her muzzle an inch in front of her brother's. Rivur caught on almost immediately.

He leaned into his sister's kiss with nothing short of glee. The feeling of his cold nose touching hers, and her lips touching his. It was a restrained kiss, she was obviously holding back her desire to pull him over the table and start making out. Yet there was something delightful about the restraint.

It was a practiced, elegant, acceptable show of affection. To the people here, to the onlookers, they were just two mates that loved each other. They didn't know they were related, they didn't know how much had led up to this point. He and his sister had something special, and the people around him were none the wiser.

Rivur felt arms wrap around his neck as his sister deepened the kiss. Rivur could melt at her touch. She was gentle with him, but protective and slightly forcefull. It felt as if he was being snuggled by a momma bear protecting her cub.

When the kiss finally ended, Rivur had to check before him just incase someone was eying them up. No, not at all. Usually an anthro on feral kiss would turn a couple heads but here...Rivur almost felt accepted. He had to wonder how these people would react if they knew the full story.

Jenny left a generous tip on her way out.

Rivur was just as excited on the ride home. This time the fantasies that ran through his head were even more naughty. He thought of the multiple ways he could take his sister, wondered if she'd be the one on top. He could see her riding him, but he also certainly wouldn't mind climbing on her back and railing her like a-

"We need to talk"

Rivur's heart sank.

"So...I can see you're thinking of having sex right now." Yes indeed. One of the drawbacks of not wearing pants was that Rivur's pointy red fox cock was displayed quite proudly when he was aroused. It was leaking precum into the leather seat liberally. Rivur was past the point of being embarrassed by it now, and simply mimicked a shrug as if to say "Well, what are you gonna do about it?"

The vixen continued. "So, listen...I'm not on the pill." Rivur was surprised at that, didn't all females take that just in case? He tilted his head sideways curiously. "I'm gonna need to start before we do anything. I want to, but we need to be safe about it." The fox nodded albeit reluctantly. He couldn't hide his disappointment

"But we can still do normal naughty stuff while we wait. I can jerk you off or suck you off, or I can teach you how to eat me out?" Rivur had the admit, the thought of his sister teaching him something did get him a bit excited. He had other plans however, if he couldn't fuck his sister then she'd have meet him halfway.

"Actually..." Rivur began. "Do you have any toys you used to play with your girlfriends? I'm thinking of maybe a strap on canine cock...or horse."

Jenny giggled. "Oh, you little size queen...I do actually." The vixen smiled, turning the steering wheel and pulling their car back into the driveway.

"Do you think you can take something like that?" Jenny fumbled with the keys unlocking their door. The excitement coming off of Rivur was nearly tangible, he was almost hopping around in place. It's a good thing it was dark out, Jenny thought. All anybody needed to do to see her feral brother with a hard on was shine a light in their direction.

Rivur usually tones down his 'gayness' for the sake of people around him but in that moment he let it all go. He flicked his head sideways, lifted a forepaw just to flick it, and put on his best impression of the stereotypical gay mans verbal inflection. "Bitch, please." His eyes rolled. "Do you know who you're talkin' to?"

The sight of a pink feral bragging about his ability to take monster cocks was almost too much for the vixen to bear. As soon as she got the door closed behind him she had to cover her eyes and collect herself for a moment. When she opened them again, her brother was already at the top of the stairs and motioning for her to open her bedroom door.

Jenny had a modest collection of sextoys skillfully hidden in her sock drawer. A little pocket prick, some leather straps, but her most prized possession was by far her strap on canine cock. Unfortunately, not an equine cock she apologized. Rivur exaggeratedly whined.

She drug the thing out for Rivur to get a good lock at. It was a solid 9 inches long with a two inch diameter knot at the base. Ouch, Rivur whined a little looking at it. For all the prepping Rivur had done, and the big game he talked, this thing was still kind of terrifying. Rivur wasn't backing out now though, he put on a big smile. "That'll work."

"Mmm you wanna do it now? Are you ready?" Rivur nodded enthusiastically. His sister helped him take off his little accessories, his scarf and his paw rings and placed them on her dresser. She gave his sheathe a lewd grope before she started on herself.

Rivur had seen his sister naked before, but for some reason he was even more nervous this time. He watched the vixen slide her green dress off her shoulders, unclasp her bra, slide her panties down. Jenny was beautiful...he watched as she clamped the strap on into blace sliding it on like a really tight belt.

Part of Rivur felt a little scared when he saw his sister staring him down with lust in her eyes, he couldn't put his paw on why though. He knew she'd never hurt him, and when she gripped her new cock by the knot and asked him to lube it up for her, well all bets were off.

He stuck his tongue to the cock's tip, tasting the plastic. For some reason felt an urge to show off for his lover. He opened his maw wide, lowered his muzzle to the base and damn near managed to fit the knot in his mouth in one go.

It took some doing, with his sister standing and watching wide eyed as Rivur worked the fake cock like it was real. He swirled his tongue about it, bobbed his head, when he looked up into his sister's eyes and saw her smiling down at him he felt warm. He felt hot.

Rivur smiled around the plastic prick and winked up at her. Some intangible thrill was present as he showed his lover just how much of a slut he was. He wanted to be a whore for her, he wanted her to use him like the bitch he was. Rivur moaned around it, sending pleasurable vibrations along its length to Jenny's cunt lips.

Jenny smiled down at her brother. She ran her paws through his fur, petting him as she let the feral have his fun. Part of her was always jealous of those boyfriends Rivur had, she could understand why now. "That's enough, kit."

Rivur pulled off the length almost arduously slow, making sure to give it a parting kiss and a big pouty look to his sister. "Fine." Rivur scoffed, exaggeratedly.

Jenny got down on her knees, eye level with her brother and kissed him. She locked her lips to his, stuck her tongue in his maw. She ran her paws through his fur as she gently picked him up and laid him on his back, still kissing passionately as she rubbed her own length against his until she was ready. Jenny held him by the shoulder, his hind legs hung off the bed as she angled up her faux length with his tight little pucker.

Jenny took one of Rivur's forepaws in hers as she slowly slid the toy into her brother, She felt surprisingly little resistance as the toy found its home. Jenny couldn't help but smile to herself, he was looser that some of her girlfriends in the past. Oh, Rivur...size queen indeed.

Rivur moaned whorishly at the feeling. His paws curled and he wriggled beneath his sister, that toy felt amazing. His insides felt alight with heat, and his stomach felt tight with the onrush of feelings. Love, ecstasy, need, impatience.

She held still for a moment, letting the little fox adjust to her 'size' while he acclimated to his position under her. Rivur breathed for a moment, and after assuring his sister that he was in fact ready for her, she began to slowly rock her hips into him.

Slow going at first, the older fox seemed more concerned with making sure Rivur could comfortably take a pounding than actually pounding him. Rivur constantly egged her on, begged her to give him all she had. He even tried to press his rump into her crotch and hilt himself.

It seems even saints lose their patience sometimes however. Rivur could feel the vixen picking up speed, gaining momentum in fucking the feral's lithe little body. Rivur moaned in time with her thrusts, feminine little moans that made him sound like a bitch in heat.

"Grab my hips!" Rivur pressed his body to his sister's, lifting his forepaws to hold onto her shoulders as she leaned over him.

Seeing no reason to deny her brother, Jenny gripped him by the hips. Using the ferals haunches as a sort of love handle, and held his rump still. Rivur whined and moaned in time with her humps.

The feral was in heaven. He felt that cock sliding in and out of him, marking him harder with each thrust. He wanted to be bred so badly, he needed to be fucked senseless. To just be a happy bull of ecstatic fluff on the bed after his sister used and abused him.

"Harder!" The feral nearly screamed. The beautifully painted claws of his sister pressed into his hips, his eyes rolled in the back of his head. "I'm- nnh I'm yours! I'll be yours!" Rivur pawed at his sister's shoulders in his lusty haze, he could feel himself getting closer.

Jenny had never seen this side of her brother. Even when they had shared that intimate moment the other day, he hadn't been as into that as he was this. She wondered how privileged she was, to have a cute little foxy sub who just wanted to please her.

Between pants Jenny could make out that her brother's cock was leaking pre, and the knot and was nearly fully formed. She wrapped her hand around the feral's knot and told him to let it all go, and that she loved him.

That was all the encouragement Rivur needed. He felt his body clench around the plastic intruder as he hit his peak, and knotted his sister's paw for the third time in his life. Jenny was used to this by now, and softly gripped the tender organ by the base as it wound down, spurting its fertile bits of feral seed onto her.

Rivur spent a few minutes panting with the cock inside of him, but he noticed something. That fuzzy sense of fulfillment you get when pleasing your partner wasn't there. He looked at his sister and sure enough, her pussy lips were still full. Aroused. She hadn't gotten off.

If you had told him a few days ago that he was going to ask to eat a girl out, he would have called you insane.

"Can you teach me how to do you?" Rivur spoke confidently. The lewd nature of the request might have embarrassed him, but right now he felt like he owed his sister. Rivur wasn't much of an expert on pussies, but he knew it wasn't proper for a bitch to leave their top unsatisfied.

Jenny had no issue revealing her arousal to the curious feral. She withdrew her plastic cock from him with a little bit of difficulty, and placed it neatly to the side revealing her pussy lips for the feral to get a good look at it. Rivur gulped. Great, now he was nervous again.

Rivur crawled on his front to the edge of the bed. He had some difficulty moving as he was a bit sore already, but he really, really couldn't let his lover off that easily. He gingerly poked his nose into her folds, taking in her scent.

It smelled feminine definitely, distinctly. More than that however it smelled distinctly vulpine. Sort of metallic in a way. Kind of like...hm...

Rivur extended his tongue, giving his sister's full pussy an exploratory lick. That's what he thought, it tastes the same as a cock! Rivur pressed his tongue past her sister's lips and into her private parts.

What a funny little secret he discovered. Rivur circled his tongue about her nethers, now fully intent on pleasuring his sister rather than his own curiosity. For her part she seemed quite pleased with the turn of events, and leaned over him resting her arms by the ferals rump, letting her brother explore her to the fullest.

Rivur wondered if he was doing it right a few times, his tongue darted around taking in the taste of a female. Part of him wished he knew exactly what do do, but judging from the moans and "Oh, yes" 'es coming from her, he was getting the job done.

Soon enough, Rivur felt feminine hands wrap around his muzzle as his sister started humping his face. Rivur was happy to let himself be used, as long as she finished.

And finish she did, The ferals eyes closed as he felt warmth around his muzzle, and his sister pressing his muzzle into her cunt. Rivur just kept his eyes closed, perfectly content as his sister came. Every so often his tongue would dart out of his maw to lick a little bit of her juices up. Rivur delighted in hearing her gasps as he did so.

When his lover finally released her grip, and let herself fall onto the bed next to him rivur couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. "That....was awesome." The vixen panted and lifted her arms around behind her head.

"Agreed." Rivur snuggled into his sister's side, nuzzling her affectionately. "But, can I mate you next time?"

Jenny wrapped one of her arms around her feral's neck and patted his back fur. "It's gonna be a couple weeks until I'm ready for you; I need to go buy some of those pills tomorrow too."

Rivur licked his sister's nipple and she giggled in reaction. "I can wait...as long as we get to fool around like this everyday until it happens."

"That's a given." Jenny smiled. "But I hear the libido of ferals is legendary, I hope I can keep up."

"Speaking of..." Rivur stood, walked over his sister and stopped directly above her, his cock hard again and now poking right into his sister's nose. "Would you pretty please?" She chuckled and opened her mouth, taking the ferals length into her and tasting that metallic taste of her brother once more.

A week later and the day was fast approaching. Rivur and his sister, or rather his girlfriend had gotten very friendly the past few days. When she had suggested they go back on stream to talk to her fans, well how could he refuse?

The pair were in Jenny's room on her bed, with the camera pointed at them and talking to her chat. Jenny had her arm around the feral's chest, holding him to her.

A certain donation came in, with the request that Rivur sing a certain song. The feral huffed and whined. "I'm not doing it."

"Come ooon you have to, he paid for it!" Jinny giggled reading the words on screen. She lowered one of arms behind her brother's back sneakily out of view of the camera and gripped him by the rump. Rivur's surprised yip and almost hidden blush caused her to chuckle

even louder.

Endless messages from the chat appeared on screen. All variations of "Do it!" "I believe in you" and the original donator stressing that he did in fact want to hear Rivur sing. The younger fox rolled his eyes. "Fine...but only because you paid me. And I see you asking woofer32. Sorry, but I have a mate already."

"We've convinced him!" The anthro vixen laughed, leaning forward to adjust the camera and microphone. Once she was sure they were angled correctly on Rivur she stepped back out of camera view.

Rivur steeled himself, lifted a forepaw to his nose as described in the donation, turned sideways from the camera and closed his eyes. "I'm a little foxy, short and stout. Here is my tailhole, here is my snout." His tail wagged, forepaw tapped his nose. "I'm a little foxy don't you doubt, grab me by the hips...and don't pull out."

The chat exploded with cheers in text form. Everything from "He's actually a good singer." To more lewd comments like "You know what they say about foxes, is anybody else not surprised the feral is gay?"

Rivur curled up in a little ball facing away from the camera, doing everything in his power not to let the audience see his blush. Jenny sat on the edge of the bed and placed a paw on his back, comforting him.

"That's gonna do it for today kits, I think we've embarrassed Rivur enough." Jenny said her goodbyes, Rivur waved from behind her and thanked the donor for his contribution. Only after the camera was off did Rivur drop character. "I actually kind of liked that..." He spoke in confidence.

"They can be pretty cool sometimes." Rivur's sister sat beside him, once more wrapping her arms around him. "Unlike you." Rivur's ears twitched. "I'm not cool?" the feral fox returned, confused.

"Yeah..." Jenny pressed her nose to his, smiling happily. "Cause you're so hot." The vixen eased Rivur down on his back, climbing atop him. She slipped her tongue into his maw, and gripped her brother by the hips, holding him down and making out with him.

Rivur just managed to pull his muzzle away a moment to catch his breath. He arched his back, pressing his rapidly hardening cock into his sister's tummy, but more importantly, he did his trademark needy whine. Jenny picked up on his intention immediately, lowering one of her paws to grip her brother by the base of his tail. "I'll do it." She teased "...but you gotta say it."

Rivur bit his lower lip. "Please," he whined again, batting his eyelashes for maximum cuteness. "Fuck me."

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