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Three weeks had passed since Zeak arrived at Gilbrooks penitentiary. She had everything stripped away from her and given an orange jump suit to replace it with. Meals were provided twice a day, and time in the yard was permitted. You didn't go to the yard though. The human inmates had killed two fuzzies, with their bare hands. It didn't matter if you had fangs and claws when people saw you as different. The Penitentiary was filling up by the day with more and more anthropomorphic creatures.

Zeak was alone in her cell at least. Where she got harassed the least. Laying on the thin cot to watch dust particles drifting around near the barred windows. Clang, Clang! A loud noise made the dog girl nearly fall out of her cot. The barred door to the cell had three people behind it. The first man was guard Zeak hadn't learned the name of yet. He was pretty young by their standards here and tried to keep out of the anthropomorphic pens on the east side "Get up, put your hands on the back wall." He instructed with self-assured tones. The second guard was a rather thick body building by the name of Officer Glenn. He was always sharply dressed and commanding. The smooth baldness of his scalp definitely required a significant amount of maintenance.

The third person was a canid girl that looked more golden retriever than anything else. Sable blonde fur with a scruff of brown fur framing her face. She was disheveled in a similar manner as Zeak had been when she first arrived and was naked. Zeak walked to the back wall and put both hands wide against it. The door opened audibly from behind and the golden retriever yelped as she was man handled into the cell. The slap of two pairs of orange jumpers smacked the ground at her feet before the cell door clacked shut again. Zeak's solitude seems to have run its course.

With jerky motions and tears welling up in her face the golden retriever sat in the second cot across the cell from Zeak. She sniffled and looked really worried. She was bigger than Zeak by three inches and had to have had twenty pounds on her, but that wouldn't matter much if she wasn't willing to fight. That thought made Zeak grimace into the awkward silence of the room. Why was putting each other in their place something on her mind? Surely this place hadn't broken her that much yet. The awkward silence continued while the golden retriever gathered herself back up.

"Hey. I know it really sucks getting tossed in her. I don't bite... Well anyone but the guards at least." The black and grey canid said with as much good humor as she could muster. It didn't help much but the retriever nodded twice "Yeah. Yeah it really sucked." She pressed the orange jumper into her face and cried into it for a while which left Zeak awkwardly standing in the corner... trying to give this stranger some space but being physically unable to do it. The other girl ended up passing out after a long hard cry, and Zeak was inclined to let her sleep.

Zeak was roused by the sounds of her new roommate using the bathroom. It made her blush and turn to face the wall. She had taken to carrying the small woolen blanket over to the toilet and holding it up while she went but she didn't dare to see if the girl had done the same. Afterwards they padded back to the far cot and settled onto it. This was the best time as any to find out more. Zeak turned over and tried to smile "Hey. How's it like out there? I've been in for maybe a month now. Is this on the news?" She asked hoping that some humanitarian group was fighting to release all of them from this blatant cruelty.

The golden retriever was wearing her jumper open at the waist still exposing her breasts. She had a distinctly thicker coat than Zeak which had to be boiling in the summer heat without air conditioning. "Yeah it's on the news. Thirty-two cities were bombed simultaneously. Well they were calling it a terrorist bombing. I'm local though. I was at a convention when a giant gas cloud rolled up into the elevator, I was in." She explains. She must have been at the anthropomorphic convention being held that day. "Oh. Well this must be some kind of dream come true for you then." Zeak said with a bitter chuckle. Which made the golden retriever snap and growl in response. "You call this a dream come true?! What are you some sick fucker? We're in prison."

Zeak's tail and ears flicked back defensively but then she forced them back into a curious state. Body language, she was learning, had significant impacts on how she ended up acting. "No, I suppose it would be hard to call this a good thing. I'm sorry. My name's Zeak." She said standing up and reaching a hand halfway across the cell. The golden retriever's mouth fell open and she did a double take. "Zeak?! Oh my god I got a call from Carmen saying you had gotten abducted!" She then proceeded to throw herself around the smaller dog girl. "It's me! It's Rachel! God I'm so glad you're alive."

Rachel? Zeak's nineteen-year-old sister Rachel?! Zeak grabbed onto her little sister and squeezed her tight. She'd been at the convention? She didn't realize she was into furry culture... but then again... she hadn't been a particularly good brother these last thirteen years. Always being so busy with work he couldn't remember the last time he saw his sister and father. Zeak pushed Rachel out to arm's length and looked her over from head to toe. "Umm... I really need you to cover up." Zeak said as she pulled the orange jumper up over her sister's exposed breasts.

Their reunion went on into the early light of dawn. Catching up on what had happened. Though the two skirted around their mutual harassment by the guards here. The city had called for the penitentiary to export all it's criminals and incarcerate the terrorists and victims of the bombings there. The locals were starting to call the place "The Pen." As more and more fuzzies were brought in from all around the country. Laying down on the narrow cot with Rachel felt cramped but infinitely better than being alone. By some twist of fate, they had been brought together, and together they may be able to endure.

There were a lot of changes coming this week to the pen. Their total volume of inmates was climbing into the thousands of affected people. The place was a veritable zoo now! Every last human inmate had been shipped out to some other box in some other state, but in Gilbrook the east and west wings were divided by gender. A divider of fence and concrete the only thing keeping the sexes from each other. A small group of people always seemed to be slipping their hands through to each other. Couples from the convention now separated. It was terribly sad really, god how bone deep Zeak missed Carmen. She hadn't heard a word from her wife since they'd been torn apart.

A Bull of a woman named Nikki had taken over as the big thug on the woman's side of things. Being placed in the position of criminals had really been affecting the psychology of everyone involved. That they Fuzzies weren't human any more alienated them even more from the guards who took their job so seriously that it seemed belligerent. So, Nikki got away with a lot as long as she helped make their jobs easier. Zeak couldn't care about the internal politics of the prison though... Just keep your head down. Out of sight, out of mind.

There was a lot of fear in the Pen. Those interned within had no idea what had happened to them, and the guards were now being held responsible for a crisis they weren't properly trained for. Zeak slipped across the yard to the track so she could spend some time running out some of this frustration that kept building up in her like poison ivy that refused to permit her rest. One, two, one, two. The circles were small. One, two, one, two. Half dozen people shared the track. One, two, one, two. Thankfully it appeared sweat glands were still a feature on their new bodies as Zeak's fur began to get a slick sheen across the dark grey. Her breasts were small enough to be ignored most of the time but running had a way of drawing attention to every little detail of her own frame as time fell away. Her right calf was a bit tight, her right shoulder was sore from sleeping on the cot next to Rachel last night. One bodily notification after another.

Zeak was pulled away from her internal world when a roaring scream came from the stairs near the facility entrance. Three well armored men were waving batons around menacing a somewhat lean looking woman who had been turned into a lion of all things. She snapped and growled at them. Bad idea. Claws came out. Worse idea. She cut into one of the guard's vests and another came in from behind. The lioness was struck in the back of the skull and made like a limp noodle, but the guard she cut into was furious with panic. He swung low as she was falling and continued to beat her. The violence was contagious as the other two men continued too. By the time they realized the lioness wasn't fighting back and there was a pool of blood spattering the dry chalky concrete below her.

Tensions didn't diminish that night or the next between the incarcerated fuzzies and their captors. The mess hall was a buzz with whispered "There's four of us to every guard. You saw what they did to Abagail." One otter woman said to a mouse of girl. Zeak felt the boarder of violence hanging in the air. It was insane to think this way! The guards had weapons and worse the support of the government. Zeak turned inward unwilling to fight the system so she returned to her room after mess. The three concrete walls an almost haven amid a roiling vortex of violence.

Two more days went like this without incident. Zeak was even beginning to hope the escalating tension had come to a peak which would go no farther. When she came to her cell this night, she found Rachel doubled up in her cot. The guard closed shut the door and the lock engaged. Fearful that Rachel had been beaten Zeak moves to her sister's side. "Rachel, hey. Are you okay?" she asked hesitantly, terrified at what her sister might say.

Rachel uncoiled a bit and turned over to look Zeak in the eyes. The golden retriever's eyes were glazed and heady. She smiled and pulled her hand from between her thighs. "There you are. It doesn't help how many times I do it. It just doesn't help." She complained. Still confused Zeak kneels in closer before rearing her head back sharply. There was a pungent scent clinging to Rachel that rattled Zeak's brain. She suddenly wanted to take that odd scent in and rub herself all over it. Rachel began crawling out of the cot and Zeak had to back away still bewildered to why Rachel was acting so strangely.

Zeak put a hand on her sister's shoulder and shook her head. "Rachel, calm down. What are you talking about? Doing what doesn't help?" Asked the older but smaller dog girl. Rachel continued pressing Zeak back until she ran into the bars of the cell. "I keep shoving my fingers in, but this aching craving doesn't go away." Rachel confided desperately. Zeak leaned her head to the side "Guards, guards I think something is wrong." She shouted once, and then again before the towering figure of Officer Glenn appeared behind the locked door.

"Quit your shouting. What's the issue? Oh... we've got another one going nuts huh? Well get to it and keep quiet or I'll make you quiet." He said in a surprisingly threatening manner. Zeak just stared at the officer incredulously as the man turned to leave "Several of the women have been getting pretty sexually aggressive with their bunk mates, but I don't have room to give you your own space. Better get her satisfied and be a good little bitch huh?" He snickered with malicious personal amusement as he strode away. Rachel shifted and nuzzled into the crook of Zeak's neck. Having her so close was intoxicating with every panicked breath Zeak took. Clothing was being stripped away and before Zeak knew it she was feeling Rachel press her sable breasts just below her chin. Rachel's hands were caressing Zeak's sides and backside as she wanted to be closer to her sibling.

Rachel nuzzled a bit more and keened in Zeak's neck. The cell bars pressed uncomfortable against Zeak's back while her little sister practically rubbed her exposed pink nether lips against the grey fur just above Zeak's knee. She moaned and pawed at Zeak wanting to be touched. The black and grey canine struggled to process the situation, but clear thinking was getting harder by the second "Rachel... stop." She said but it came out placid.

The kiss took Zeak aback as Rachel bent her head sideways and locked muzzles with the girl who used to be her brother. The kiss was terribly awkward but served to further arouse Zeak. The tip of her hidden manhood began slipping out into the open and up against Rachel's smooth short belly fur. Their kiss lingered and hot panting was the only thing that broke it. Which was when Rachel noticed the erection now pressed against her stomach. "Oh god... thank you Zeak." Rachel said as she pulled and guided the smaller canine to the bed. Thank you? That didn't make much sense, but then again nothing made much sense other than the sable blonde fur and tender flesh Zeak was massaging in her hands... was this Rachel's breast? It was. Why did fondling her sister's breast feel so satisfying?

Rachel climbed up onto Zeak's hips and rocked her hips forward and back. The obsidian flesh of Zeak's shaft contrasted the plump pink folds of Rachel's pussy. The two kissed again with Zeak indulging in the warm rapture of Rachel's muzzle and tongue entwining with her own. When had Zeak ended up on the cot? She wondered to herself, trying to straighten her thoughts out so she could understand what was eating at her! Rachel was gyrating her hips and working her moist slickness all over Zeak's now throbbing erection. It wouldn't take much before the right angle presented itself.

Zeak was holding Rachel by the ribs with one hand and was cupping the golden retriever's breast with the other. "Rachel... oh god right. Stop." She began to protest, but as if the universe were conspiring against Zeak the tapered top of her obsidian spire struck the angle Rachel was gyrating for two inches of thick veined manhood pressed up into Zeak's sister. Her reaction to this was a firm press back with her amply round ass which had her pussy devouring the rod she needed. Zeak froze as it happened. How could she have let it happen?! Rachel kept rocking her hips until every inch spread her open and their groins met wetly.

Zeak pressed her face into Rachel's breasts while blushing profusely. She was hilt deep inside her little sister! Rachel's insides felt like a raging inferno around the swelling bulb near the base of Zeak's shaft. Since the day the good doctor jerked Zeak off she hadn't either had privacy or the inclination to explore this twisted body any more, but feeling it now as Rachel's wet slit conformed to the bulbous base she found the experience mind numbingly pleasurable. Masturbating didn't hold a candle to this level of intimacy. Carmen flashed through Zeak's mind and guilt nearly overtook her.

This had to stop. Zeak grabbed her sister's hips and pulled up. The slick passage wrapped around her cock slid about half an inch before the thick part of Zeak's cock caught inside Rachel causing a wet tug. Rachel moaned in a low guttering wanting manner before really starting to fuck Zeak like she meant it. Zeak moaned and grasped frantically at the cot as her sister road her with lust driven abandon. Why couldn't she pull out?! Zeak was growing in panic as she was also growing closer to climax. "Rachel, oh my god stop. I'm going to cum." She stammered out the warning. To Zeak's shock Rachel actually slowed and pressed down till Zeak fit into the very back of her. "Cum?" She asked stupidly. Obviously, she knew what that meant but she was more dazed that Zeak was. Laying there on the razor's edge of release Zeak bit her lip. No, no, no, no! Rachel's passage clenched as she tried to readjust herself atop Zeak while they were tied together, and it was too late. Zeak's abdominal muscles clenched and she could feel her obsidian spire inside Rachel twitching sporadically. Thick ropes of cum ejaculated into her sibling without restraint or protection. Rachel groaned and gripped at Zeak's shoulders. "More... oh yes, more! It feels so good." Rachel panted above Zeak.

With the burning need abated both siblings started to come down, but they couldn't seem to look each other in the eye any more. Rachel pulled a lousy blanket over them both as she couldn't seem to get off Zeak. Being from the community Rachel had to explain the process to Zeak when she started getting too anxious about being stuck forever. "No, that.... We're dogs now. This is normal. Well I mean it's a bit weird cause we're not exactly dogs." She was blushing just as profusely embarrassed as Zeak seemed to be. She apologized nearly thirty times for getting them into this mess, but Zeak kept being reminded of their intimacy by the words. How were they supposed to live with themselves now?