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Two weeks after the Warden's last visit, I woke up thinking about Van for the first time in a while. He'd dragged Nola and me out into the dark beyond the Den for our first night of training some seven years ago now, and I found myself thinking of him less and less as time passed. Tonight, though, I had. I wondered why.

I also found myself lying at an awkward angle to my sister when I woke up, and it wasn't the first time. Lately, I kept waking up with my dick between her legs and shifting onto my back in embarrassment. My cock stood like a flagpole waving in a strong breeze, but at least it wasn't on my sister anymore.

The second time I'd woken like that, I'd decided to start sleeping on my back. That worked for a few nights, but then I would wake up with Nola draped over me, her head in my neck, her budding breasts pushed against my arm, and her leg draped directly over my crotch. Her thigh would shift across the bottom of my shaft slightly with every slow, deep breath she took. Any time I moved her leg down, it eventually ended up in the same spot. Finally I started sleeping turned away from her as the "little spoon." It felt weird, but Nola never commented on the sudden sleeping arrangements.

But this morning, I was spooning her again despite falling asleep facing away, and now I was thinking about Van. The old otter had died years ago at this point, and we hadn't made any friends in that time. I mean, not that Ollivander had been a friend, but... well, yeah. He had been. You didn't question the shape your friendships took in the Pit. His had been hard, and painful, but in the end he had looked out for us in his own angry, violent way.

I used to dream of his lessons. After he'd beaten us senseless for a few weeks, we'd started learning how to twist with a blow to spread the area of impact and lessen the damage, or to use an opponent's momentum against them. He taught us "katas," basic steps in something almost resembling a dance. He taught us to lower our center of gravity to make us harder to trip or push over. He taught us how to punch someone without hurting your hand. He taught us to break pinkies when being choked, and to go for vulnerable areas against larger attackers--genitals, eyes, the side of the neck, joints. I dreamed of all of it.

It was a strange feeling, thinking about a man I spent two summers of my life hating. Not only that, but thinking of him in... well, not a positive light, but not a hateful one anyway. At least, not usually. Look, it was complicated.

He'd started pounding the crap out of Nola and me at six, and by the time he died two summers later, we were... eh... competent. Not great, but we were eight, what did you expect?

Now here I was, years after his death, wondering if he'd be proud of us. I was thirteen, and the changes Van had warned me about were happening. I was gaining muscle--barely--and my dick had grown significantly. I still wasn't as big as some of the other male Anthropa at the Pit, but it wasn't the weird, stubby thimble of flesh it used to be.

Sometimes some of the other males at the Pit would clap me on the shoulder and congratulate me on going through "the changes." Some of them also gave me looks while they said it that made my crotch tingle and my nose twitch. I tended to avoid them afterward, remembering distantly what had happened to the first man I'd been with. Van was dead now, and I had come to learn pretty quickly that there weren't many who thought like him, but that didn't matter to my subconscious.

I drifted off again, it still being an hour or more to sunrise, and woke up to Nola licking my neck, making quiet little squeaks as she did. I blinked in sleepy confusion, feeling my dick twitch and my heart pound. I pulled away from her a little more forcefully than I intended. "Uh. Morning."

Nola opened her eyes fully. "Uhm? Oh. Morning." She blinked sleepily and sat up with a yawning stretch that pushed her small, perky chest out.

I covered my furiously twitching nose by rubbing my face. Did she... did she not realize what she'd been doing? I sat up and shoved my hands between my legs to cover what was going on there. Something Van had said repeatedly popped into my head: What she did was wrong. He had been talking about Mom, of course, but it made me turn away from my sister with burning cheeks and a furiously twitching nose.

"Let's get breakfast," I grumbled hoarsely, pointedly not looking at my sister.

* * *

"Don't blame ya," the Vulpin next to me said as she swung her pick. She was relatively new to the Pit, so I hadn't caught her name yet.

I glanced up from my swing, narrowing my eyes at her. "Huh?"

She turned her bright golden eyes to me. They held a similar burnished sheen to Mom, and looking at her made my chest hitch momentarily She gave me a look like feral predators looked at prey. I shrank back from it a little. Just because Van had taught us how to fight didn't mean I'd learned any kind of courage.

She smiled at the reaction, and the smile was even worse. Her eyes looked me up and down (mostly up--she was over a hand shorter than me, despite being a fully-grown adult) before turning back to the wall of the Maw and continuing to pick away. "Your sister. I saw you two this morning. The way she was licking you. I mean I know it's like, not a sexual thing with you Lepids, but it was hot. I'd have got hard too, if it had been me." She chuckled and swung at the limestone vein again, causing a long crack to form around the head. She moved up and started chipping horizontally. "You probably feel weird, her being your sister. I get that. But it's also an understandable reaction, is all I'm saying."

I swung my pick hesitantly, trying hard not to react to her words. I found myself panting to cool down without meaning to. It wasn't even midsummer, why was it so damned hot out?

"If you're looking for somebody to relieve that stress, come sleep by me tonight. I ain't looking for kits, but my ass is yours if you want it."

"Buh," I said smoothly, and nearly backswung my pick into my own face. She snickered.

Above us, a Scrofa snarled, "Less talking, more swinging! Else I'll put the butt of my halberd in yer gods-damn eye socket!"

I swallowed dryly--then coughed up the thick, hideous smog I'd swallowed--and went back to work furiously. The Vulpin woman snorted gleefully and did the same.

* * *

At the rock pile that night, Nola wound up next to me in the line, hacking away at a massive hunk of limestone. I marveled at its sheer size: four feet wide, at least. How had they managed to pick out a chunk that size, let alone haul it up the scaffolding to the rock pile? I shuffled over and started in on an adjacent side to Nola, who was entirely engulfed in her work.

I frowned at her. She was normally pretty chatty, as long as no Scrofa were in immediate earshot, but despite being alone right now, she said nothing. I started wondering if I'd upset her by stopping her tongue bath earlier. We didn't get proper baths here, so tongue-bathing was pretty common.

It wasn't that we didn't have water. We had a little, of course--needed to, in order to survive. There was a small trough that abutted the Den on the south side of the building. A pipe ran water through it, and a small incline in the trough made sure it flowed in one direction. We drank from the top of the incline, and dumped our slop buckets and washed at the bottom of the incline. It wasn't a perfect system, and the bottom of the trough was pretty gross even with the running water, so we didn't bathe with that water too regularly. Bathing with water from the top of the trough got you a beating, but not from the guards. They didn't give a shit. The other prisoners would pound your face into jelly later that night in the Den. You didn't fuck with the drinking water by getting your dirty ass all over in it. The drinking water was about the only clean thing in this place. Mostly people just rinsed their faces, manes, and necks free of limestone dust and left it at that.

So yeah, Nola and I were used to cleaning each other. We both had white-gray fur, so it was impossible to really say when we were clean just by looking at us, but it held a certain comfort, too. Mom used to clean us, but Mom was long gone. All we had was each other now.

I started to feel guilty for having stopped her earlier. It wasn't her fault my body was being weird about it. Maybe she thought I was punishing her.

"I'm sorry," I blurted.

She paused in mid-swing, but didn't immediately speak. Her nose twitched furiously, and one ear flicked rapidly. "About what?" she finally asked.

"I dunno," I admitted. "I just thought you were mad at me about something and that's why you weren't talking to me. So I'm sorry about whatever I did."

Her face fell, and her next swing was half-hearted at best. "I'm not mad at you, dummy. I'm just..." Her voice trailed off. "I dunno. Whatever, it doesn't matter. But I'm not mad at you so stop apologizing."

"Oh," I said lamely. "Okay."

That night, as we piled into the Den, I saw the Vulpin woman sit against the wall not far from Nola and me. She caught my gaze and smiled sweetly, her folded legs suddenly spreading slightly. I could see between them to the thin line where her sex hid. It didn't hide for long; she slipped two fingers down and spread open her labia, revealing the wet pink hole behind them. I immediately turned away.

"Why are you panting?" Nola asked, confused. "It's not even that hot."

"N-nothing. I'm just warm. Is all. Nothing. Goodnight." I basically threw myself down to the straw floor and squeezed my eyes shut, hands between my legs to hide myself. I realized too late that I'd lain facing Nola. Before I could adjust, she pressed herself against me and pulled my arm away from my junk, draping it over her stomach and wiggling to press herself as tightly against me as possible. There was absolutely no way she didn't feel my throbbing erection, and yet she gave no indication that she had. If anything, she pressed herself harder against me, giving a small squeak of contentment.

Gods, this was torture.

I was still awake when the half-moon shone overhead through the single slit in the roof. Two summers ago, we'd had a slight change in routine as the Scrofa had set us about building a new roof for the Den and repairing the wooden scaffolding along the inside of the Maw. Now the nights inside the Den were significantly darker, with only a long, thin band above the slop bucket wall offering anything resembling light. It made it much harder to see in the dark for most of us. The only Anthropa I'd met who still had anything resembling night-vision after the Awakening were the Vithis, who still could "taste" heat in the air like their feral cousins. Lepids sure as Hells couldn't.

I managed to extricate my arm from my sister's sleepy vice-grip and roll onto my back. How long had I laid there with my dick riding up my sister's ass crack? An hour? Two? It throbbed painfully from the experience. Sometimes if I rubbed it for a while, it helped. It would feel better and better, and then there'd be a tight, almost excruciatingly pleasurable feeling, and then it would go limp and I'd feel tired.

I tried it now, hoping that everyone was asleep and knowing they weren't. Well, hopefully the half-moon wasn't enough light for anyone to see. I didn't know why it embarrassed me. People fucked at night in the Den all the time; not always willingly, but still prolifically. Yet for some reason, I didn't want anyone to know about this.

Even nervous as I was, I didn't have to rub long before the tightness came, the shuddering throbs that brought ecstasy I couldn't handle. I bit down on my fingers to keep from moaning as the pulsing began, kept stroking my cock as the sensation became more than I could bear.

The wave of pleasure began to peak, and then something new happened.

My cock shuddered as I kept stroking, until I couldn't take the intensity of it and had to stop. Normally this meant it would twitch for a few moments and then go limp, but this time, it shuddered and I felt something... well, not to put too fine a point on it, I felt something coming. It shot out of the tip, and thanks to the angle I held my cock at, something warm, wet, and sticky hit me right in the face, just under my chin. The scent was immediate, potent, and intoxicating.

My cock twitched again, and this time the load went directly into my open, shocked mouth. It hit my uvula and made me cough, splattering back forward and onto my tongue. It was salty and bitter, but it had more flavor than any sad attempt at food the guards had ever fed us, and I instinctively tried to catch more in my mouth, overwhelmed with the amazing new taste. Unfortunately, the next load didn't reach as far, splattering on my chest fur. The next one just sort of coughed feebly out of my urethra, which then leaked sullenly.

I swished the semen in my mouth, savoring it, then finally swallowed. It was absolutely amazing. It didn't taste good, exactly, but nothing I'd tasted at that point had that_much_ tasteI used a finger to scrape the white wads of spunk off my chest and belly and crammed them into my mouth too. It wasn't quite the same, mixing with dirt and traces of limestone dust, but it was still strong and bitter.

The realization of what happened finally dawned on me. I came. My dick could cum now. Did that... was I an adult now? It didn't really feel like it, but it was definitely a step toward it, I decided.

I thought about what the Vulpin had said earlier: "I ain't looking for kits, but my ass is open if you want it." Shit, she'd meant this. Cum led to kittens, I knew that much.

Mom's discussion about sex had been exceptionally brief, but Van had filled in more details a year later. "The birds and the bees," he'd called it.

The Vulpin woman had offered anal so we wouldn't have kittens. Well--kits, in her case. Would they be kits? Would a Vulpin and Lepid make a hybrid? I'd only ever met one, a Sekheti/Lepid hybrid. He'd been a thick-hipped, chipper man when he came into the Pit. He lasted exactly two weeks before he'd had a coughing fit on the scaffolding and fallen into the Maw. I never even learned his name.

I wondered what a Vulpin/Lepid hybrid would look like as I drifted off into sleep.