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I woke up the next morning to Nola licking my fur clean again, this time my chest and belly. My sleep-clouded brain didn't immediately catch what was happening, and when it finally dawned on me, I froze in horror. She glanced up at me and gave me a heavy-lidded smile. "Morning. You were all sticky. What the heck did you get into yesterday? It tastes funny. Kind of salty. Did we have a salty dinner?" She pondered the question for a moment before shaking her head. "No, the vegetable broth wasn't very salty. Oh, well." She bent down to keep licking, and I couldn't bring myself to stop her right away. It felt nice, and I couldn't well lick my own belly to clean up.

Her tongue darted just a little lower, and then just a little lower than that. Gods, how low was she going to clean me? I felt my groin twitch and panicked, pulling her away. "Okay, okay. I'm clean, dork. Let's get breakfast."

"Okay." Maybe it was my imagination, but I could swear she looked... disappointed.

I glanced around to make sure nobody saw. The other prisoners were milling around waiting for the door to open to the Den; nobody seemed to have noticed the extensive tongue bath except--oh gods. Of fucking course she saw.

The Vulpin woman stared at me from across the Den, two fingers shoved deep into her pussy. As soon as she saw me looking, she ran her tongue slowly along her upper lip, all the way across her narrow, copper-furred muzzle. I quickly turned away, panting heavily. Gods, please don't tell me Nola saw--okay, yes, she saw.

When I turned back, Nola was watching the woman through narrowed eyes. "I don't like her," she muttered.

I swallowed and cleared my throat. "Who?"

She turned to me and glared. "You know who. The fox that's being all gross at you right now."

I glanced back, and the Vulpin woman was busily licking her fingers clean as she stood up to join the queue outside for breakfast. I turned back to Nola. "W-why? She seems nice."

Nola crossed her arms and scowled. "You're only saying that because she wants to fuck you."

My right ear practically vibrated, it twitched so fast. "She doesn't want to... do that. With me. Why would she?"

It was Nola's turn for her ear to twitch. That was interesting. "Cause... you know. You're--uhh... a boy. And she likes boys."

I shook my head. "Lots of girls here like boys, and they don't like me like that. This is no different. She's probably just... being, uh... friendly."

Nola looked at me like I'd been lobotomized. "You are so stupid. She literally was fingering herself for you."

I started panting even heavier, pulling my ear down and playing with it nervously. "That... she wasn't doing that for me. She was probably just relieving stress. Or something."

At this point, the Vulpin woman passed by us as the line shuffled out the door. Without even looking at me, she said, "It was for you, honey. Though your sister's always welcome to join." With that, she was gone into the yard. A couple Anthropa in line snickered at the comment, and at my obvious distress.

I turned back to Nola, who had her nose turned up. "Oh," I whispered hoarsely. "Well... at least she invited you? That was nice of her, right?"

Nola gave me a really strange look. "You want to have a threesome with your sister?"

I started tugging even harder on my ear. "What?? No! Of course not! I just meant--you know--maybe she's nicer than--than you're--you--" I let go of my ear accidentally and it sprang back up to attention next to its twin.

Nola stared at me for a long time before muttering, "I see," and standing up to join the breakfast queue. I couldn't be sure, but she looked like she was walking awfully funny, with her legs pressed firmly together. Was she feeling okay?

I was left sputtering and panting frantically on the filthy floor of the Den, wondering what in the Hells just happened.

* * *

My hours in the Maw were thankfully lonely. The ancient Lupus woman who worked next to me was not talkative. Part of me was disappointed the Vulpin wasn't working with me again, but mostly I was relieved. She was gorgeous, with shining copper fur and a streak of white down her thick breasts and belly that shone when the sun was out (even if the Pit had already started staining it gray). And she was new enough that she didn't have that broken look in her eyes. Plus she had thick, inviting pussy lips that practically gushed--

I stopped, forced the image out of my head, and took a few deep breaths. The last place you wanted to be distracted was when working the Maw. The scaffolding was rickety even after we'd reinforced it a few years ago, and the walkways were narrow with no handrails. A single slipped foot was basically a guaranteed plummet into the Maw. No one knew how far down it went--it just kept going, down into darkness, hundreds of feet. If there was a bottom to be seen there, it was blocked by the noxious black vapors constantly spewing from its depths.

I started picking again before one of the Scrofa could yell at me. I wondered why Nola seemed to dislike her so much. Why did it matter to her if someone wanted to sleep with me, anyway? Was it because she was older than me?

I grimaced. Damn. I hadn't thought of that. In the intervening years, Nola had eventually learned what Blake and I had done, beyond having heard the word "diddle" being used. She never gave any indication of feeling one way or another about it, though she had apologized again for the things she'd said after his death, realizing finally what they'd meant. But Nola was nothing if not protective--maybe she was worried what might happen if another grown-up took advantage of me.

That made me a little angry. I wasn't a child anymore. Well, okay, I was a little bit, but I was also entering adulthood. What did it matter if she was a little older than me? Not like morals mattered in this shithole anyway. And what did she care regardless? Why did she think she had any say in who I fucked? I found myself slamming my pick into the limestone harder than I meant to. The Lupus next to me eyed me warily and took a shuffling step away.

That damn near killed her. She started to slip on the powdery dust that lined the scaffolding from our work, and she reached out a hand desperately to try and grab the ore cart next to her, but her arthritic limbs didn't respond fast enough. She would have toppled backwards directly into the Maw if I hadn't snatched her hand and braced myself against the cart. I was not very big; even in her venerable age, she outweighed me by a good twenty or thirty pounds. Fortunately, even if she was old, she wasn't feeble. They didn't send the frail and the brittle to the Pit--they'd be dead in a day. She grasped the bars of the scaffolding and hauled herself back up. I landed with a plop onto the floorboards.

She panted heavily, hands on her hips and bent slightly. "Thanks, kid," she gasped.

I shook like a leaf, and not trusting myself to speak, I just nodded.

* * *

I was both pleased and terrified that the Vulpin woman was next to me on the line in the rock pile later that night. "Heard you saved the old Lupus earlier," she said conversationally. "I do believe that makes you a hero."

"Uh. Not really." I tried not to look at her bright golden eyes or ample chest. Nope. Look at the rocks, Leon. Damned interesting rocks. Ooh, pick there. That should break it up real good, already got a crack started and everything. Damned interesting.

She snickered. "So modest. It's adorable. Frustrating as Hells, but adorable."

I swallowed. "Frustrating?"

I could feel her eyes burrowing into me and risked a glance. She looked like she was about to pounce on me. "I thought if I was just forward enough, you'd come to me, but you haven't. It's... not because you don't think I'm pretty, is it?"

Ah, fuck, there went my ears again, swishing back and forth like they were having seizures. "What? Gods no! You're fucking gorgeous!" The second the words were out, my nose started twitching and I bent back over my rocks, picking furiously to hide my embarrassment. Really. Goddamn. Interesting. Rocks.

The Vulpin laughed, and it was entirely different from any emotion she'd shown me thus far. It was musical and warm. There was nothing of the predatory or wanton lust from earlier. It was absolutely beautiful, and I wanted nothing more than to hear the sound again. Of course, I had no idea whatsoever what I'd done to earn it in the first place, so I didn't know what to do to replicate it. "You are so damned cute," she said, finally lifting her pick to do some work as a Scrofa rounded the rock pile. He watched us intently for a few seconds before sauntering away.

When he'd passed, she said, "So if I'm gorgeous, and I clearly want you, what's stopping you?"

I frowned, trying to think of an answer. I mean, why hadn't I gone to her that first night? My first ejaculation could have been in the butt of a beautiful Vulpin woman. I considered that for a moment but shook my head. No, I actually liked that my first time was my own. It felt right, somehow. Like I learned something about myself, though I couldn't rightly say what, exactly. In response, I said, "I guess... I wasn't ready. I mean. I don't know you, or anything about you. You haven't even told me your name."

"Oh!" she breathed. "I can be a real air-head sometimes. I'm Rika. Rika Ahriman."

I stopped picking and turned to face her. My nose still twitched furiously, but I felt less terrified to look her in the eye. "I'm Leon. Uh. Hart. Rika's a very pretty name."

When she heard my surname, she gave me a weird look. That wasn't... was that pity? But the look was gone almost as soon as it had shown up on her face, and she smiled coquettishly. "That's very sweet of you, Leon. I think your name sounds very strong."

The anxiety returned, and I turned back to my picking. "Not very fitting then. I'm pretty small."

"Strong enough to save a woman's life today," she said. I glanced back at her, and she was frowning slightly. Not unhappily, just thoughtfully. "You don't think much of yourself, do you, sweetie?"

I shrugged and kept picking. "Not much to think of, honestly. Just another warm body in the Pit."

I felt a small but firm hand grab my arm, and I looked down to see her staring up at my face. She was so fucking close now, and I couldn't stop myself from panting. "Everyone who has ever lived is worth more than being just a warm body in this place. Even the monsters who put us here. And you're worth a hundred of them. You never forget that." With that, her head darted up and she locked her lips against mine.

The act was so sudden that I froze, that stupid old instinct that Van had hated so much locking me in place, even when the Predator had me in her grip. She didn't feel like a Predator now, though. She felt soft and warm as her tongue darted into my mouth. After a moment, I started to melt against her, and her surprisingly strong arms gripped both of mine and held me up. My cock instantly hardened and throbbed against her belly, and she uttered a squeaking growl that told me in terms no words could express just how much that pleased her.

As quickly as the moment had started, it was gone, and Rika was back on her pick and her pile. "Guards," she muttered, and it broke my stupor enough for me to heft up my pick again. The second I put pick to stone, the Scrofa wandered back around the rock pile into view. Damn; how did she know he was coming?

She winked at me and whispered, "Now we've been properly introduced, I expect to see you tonight."

I didn't trust myself to speak; I kept my head down and picked away, my throbbing erection bouncing madly as I swung.

* * *

After dinner, I shuffled into the Den and looked around. Rika was a few feet away, staring at me with a hopeful smile. I froze again (gods, I did that a lot, didn't I?) and wondered whether to go to her. I wanted to, and badly. I hadn't thought about anything else since the kiss two hours prior.

Nola grabbed my wrist and yanked me down next to her. It was forceful enough that it sent pain shooting through my wrist. "Ow! What the Hells, Nollie??"

She looked slightly chastened, but mostly she just glared at me. "You're not going over there."

Now it was my turn to be angry. "Says who?"

Nola blinked. "Wha--? Says--says you just can't! That's who says. She's like, old enough to be our mom."

"She is not!" I hissed. I realized Rika could probably hear us, and I suddenly felt sorry for her. Nola was being unfathomably rude about the whole thing. "And you don't get to tell me who I sleep with."

She opened her mouth and snapped it shut again almost immediately. "I... Don't you wanna sleep with me?"

I swear, I thought blood was going to shoot from my nose at that question. "Uh, Nollie. Are you...? Did you just hear yourself?"

Her ears began spasming as her face drooped. "Whuh. Um. Y-you know what I mean..."

I sighed. "I sleep next to you every night, Nola. You can sleep without me one night. Get over yourself." I stood up and stalked over to Rika and plopped down next to her.

Rika looked uncertainly from me to my sister and back. "I, eh, didn't mean to kick a hornet's nest..."

I shook my head, pointedly not looking at Nola. "You didn't. Nola was out of line." I lowered my voice and muttered, "She doesn't mean anything by it. It's just... we've only ever had each other, mostly. I think maybe she's jealous someone took an interest in me and not her. I don't rightly understand it myself."

She licked my nose. "Part of your charm, sweetie. Come snuggle." I laid down and she pressed her back against my stomach, her bushy tail jutting out between us like a fluffy red tree branch. Within moments, my erection was pushing between her ass cheeks. She wriggled a little until my cock was wedged snugly between her thick cheeks. She plucked up my free hand and rested it against one of her large breasts. "Don't fall asleep, baby," she whispered. "Soon as it's dark enough, we're gonna have fun."

She was true to her word. Once the Den was pitch-dark, the half-moon hidden behind an overcast sky, I felt her move. Without speaking, she turned around and faced me, licking my nose and lips. I could see nothing but faint, darting movements, but I returned the gesture as best I could blind, feeling blood swell toward my groin as I tasted every inch of her face and neck. It was rich and oily; the fumes from the Maw always killed an Anthropus's oil glands within their first couple of summers, leaving their fur dry and brittle, but hers hadn't died yet. The oil on them made her glossy, and she tasted bitter and heady. I couldn't stop lapping at her.

She finally pushed me gently away, then moved me onto my back. She reached down and ran one finger gently up and down the underside of my erection, sending little shivers up my spine. She kept her face as close to mine as she could to watch my reaction with each stroke, the shadowy outline of that predatory grin slowly returning at my growing discomfort. She grasped my dick in her hand and began giving me long, slow strokes, and whispered, "Will you moan for me, little rabbit?"

Embarrassment wrestled with a feverish desire to please her. For now, embarrassment won out; I bit my lip in order to refrain from making any noise, aside from the involuntary little squeaks Nola and I always made when we were happy. And holy shit, was "happy" the understatement of the year.

"Trying to hold out?" she whispered in my ear. "You're such a tease. Maybe I can convince you." She made her way down my chest, licking and kissing as she went, until her mouth reached my cock. Oh, gods. She wasn't--was she?

Yep. She was.

She licked the underside of my shaft with such vigorous enthusiasm that I nearly came right there. I bit down on my finger so hard I nearly drew blood, and that staved off the inevitable a little longer. Her tongue turned into her whole muzzle as she swallowed all six inches of me. I mean, I knew it wasn't a huge meal or anything, but it still impressed me, anyway. She made a sound halfway between a gag and a moan, and that did it. The warmth and wetness of her throat combined with her tongue licking vigorously against my glans finished me off.

She seemed to sense it coming, because she stopped all movement except her tongue twisting against my glans as my load spewed down her open throat. She swallowed in loud, greedy gulps. Every spasm was made more intense as her tongue shifted up and down along the underside of my cock with each swallowing motion, until I couldn't take it anymore and I grabbed her by the back of the head and pushed her down. She squeaked and gagged as I blasted more cum down her muzzle. With the last spurt, I let out a soft whimper and let go of her head.

She brought her head up with a gasp and a cough, looking at me with a mixture of amusement and irritation. "That was not very nice, Leon."

"S-sorry," I muttered sheepishly.

"Well," she said thoughtfully, stroking my dick as it began to deflate. "You did moan at the end there, a little, so I guess I forgive you." She glanced down at my genitals. "What's your refractory period? Gotta be pretty good, at your age."

"My rafa-what?"

She growled happily and crawled up my body, pressing her tits against my chest. "Oh, it is just so cute how innocent you are. Your refractory period is how long it takes after you ejaculate to get hard again. Any thoughts?"

"Uh." I rubbed the back of my head and glanced away. "Not really. I usually just rub it until I finish and then fall asleep."

She snorted. "Typical," she said. I could hear a playful smirk in her voice even if I couldn't quite see it. "Well you're not sleeping until I get mine too."

I blinked. "I didn't know girls ejaculate."

"Mm," she said, slowly moving her body up and down mine. She seemed to enjoy the thought of girls ejaculating. I couldn't blame her there, it sounded like a lot of fun. I wondered if it tasted the same as mine, too, or if it tasted different. I could already feel my cock recovering just thinking about it. Well--that and Rika rubbing her pussy against my stomach. "Some girls do. But all of us can orgasm. It's not always as easy for us as it is for you boys though, so you might have to put in some work. Are you willing to put in work, sweetie?"

"Ayuh," I said helpfully.

She giggled and pushed her crotch against mine. "Do you think you can pull out of me before you cum again, Leon? I really want you in my pussy."

I puffed out a terrified breath. "Um... I... I don't know... maybe?"

She sighed, clearly disappointed. "Not the confidence I was hoping for. But that's okay. We'll go with the original plan. We'll still have fun, I promise. Just try to pull out when you feel like you're about to finish. It's good practice." I didn't really know what to say, so I just nodded dumbly.

She reached behind her and grasped my cock, still slick with her saliva and my leftover cum, and moved herself down onto it. I felt it press against something soft, hot, and tight--tight enough to hurt a little. She began sitting down, and I felt the head of my cock push past something. The tightness intensified around my dick and she whimpered, "Oh, Nine Spirits... that's the fucking stuff..." I squeaked again, louder this time, as she sat all the way down.

She dropped her full weight against me, lying still save for an occasional shudder. I waited a moment for her to do something, but she just gave a muffled, squeaky growl and kept quivering. I hesitantly lifted my pelvis, trying to push my cock into her a little more, but she hissed, "Stop!" I froze. "Oof. Honey. You gotta... mmh... you gotta give me a second. Nobody's been back there in ages..." She licked my chin vigorously. "You're... you're a little girthier than you looked. I need to... hooboy... okay... okay, just... go slow, baby."

I obliged, hesitantly at first, then with a steady rhythm, grasping her thick ass cheeks to steady her. Rika's ass felt like nothing I'd ever laid hands on before. She was definitely thicker than Nola, the only other female whose ass I'd ever felt--and that only because she spooned it against me every night. Hers felt nice, but I'd never grabbed it like I was grabbing Rika's now. The thought of grabbing Nola's ass this way was making my cock throb dangerously, and I tried to focus on the top of Rika's head instead.

I slowly pushed every inch into her then pulled back out. I couldn't have described it then. I mean, mostly because my brain was putty at that moment, but even completely lucid, it would have been tough. The tightness, the pressure squeezing every inch of my dick, and gods, the heat! It was like someone lit my dick on fire, but it was somehow pleasurable. Her insides clamped down on me every time I pushed into her and dragged at my cock as I pulled out.

"Ohhhkay," she moaned into my fur, "a little faster now..."

I thrusted a little faster, and that was all it took. The sheer intensity of the experience, combined with her hot breath in my fur and the thick, soft flesh of her ass under my thin hands was too much. I started pumping harder, frantic now with the need for release. She buried her muzzle in my fur and let out a muffled growl and bit down on me. Not hard enough to make me bleed, but hard enough to hurt. The sudden shock sent me into a tailspin, and I shoved her down on my cock as hard as I could, holding her down like that as I blasted shot after shot of hot, ropey cum inside her ass. As I succumbed to blissful release, I felt something wet and hot run down my belly as Rika twitched in cadence with my ejaculation. The warmth spread across my stomach as she whimpered into my chest.

When the last pump went into her, Rika still didn't move, quivering and twitching against me. "Uhhh..." she managed. I nodded, and licked her little triangle ears, flattened as they were against her head. I understood the sentiment.

After a few moments of silence, she whispered, "I made a mess on you, honey."

"Did you--? Is that--?"

She giggled. "Remember how I said some girls ejaculate like boys? Yeah."

"Oh. It felt nice."

She snorted. "That word feels a little weak in this case." She slid slowly and carefully off of my dick, and once I'd completely slid out of her asshole, she was nose to nose with me. She kissed me again, long and slow and deep. It was a languid, almost dreamy kiss for me, like I was struggling to stay conscious while she did it. I guess I was, at that. When she pulled away, I licked her muzzle and cheeks, then stopped in surprise. Her cheeks were... salty?

The Den was still pitch dark, so I could only make out the faintest outline of her head. I couldn't see, but... "Rika?" I whispered. "Are you... crying?"

She nuzzled her head against my chin. "Don't worry about it, sweetie. It's nothing you did. You were wonderful, and I enjoyed myself very much. I promise."

"Oh. Okay. If you're sure."

She nodded, bobbing my chin up and down with the motion. "Very. By the way, you forgot to pull out."

My nose twitched a little. "Oh, Hells. Sorry..."

She snickered. "It's fine. It felt amazing. Makes cleanup easier too. But we are going to have to work on that if you're ever going to put it in my--" I felt her body tense on top of me. Before I could ask, she whispered, "We, uh, have an audience."

My first reaction was hot cheeks. We hadn't been quiet, and the whole Den surely heard us. I was going to get so many knowing looks tomorrow, I might as well die of embarrassment then and there.

My second reaction was: Nola heard us.

As if to add salt on that little wound, the half-moon ducked out from a bank of clouds and poured moonlight into the room. It was wan, and made for terrible illumination, but compared to the pitch-dark it had been a moment ago, it might as well have been a torch.

There, just a few feet away, Nola lay on her side staring at me. Her electric blue eyes, were wide as saucers. Her legs were folded, but her hands were jammed between them. I had a sudden bolt of memory: Mom, eyes teary and hands squirming in her lap as Blake fucked me. And here was Nola, probably without even meaning to, perfectly mirroring our mother. Her hands weren't moving, but otherwise it was uncannily similar. Her eyes shimmered in the weak moonlight, and I saw that she, too, was crying.

Fucking great. I was making every girl in my life cry. Figures.

I squeezed my eyes shut and prayed for sleep to take the image away.