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It was pitch black in the small room where Jules waited, but he didn't mind. There were several factors that contributed to the young canine's comfort, each of them very calculated. First of all, the tiled floor which the collie laid upon was heated from below, peaking at just above the temperature of dog's slightly fevered blood. Secondly, there was the very faint noise of a crowd seemingly coming from all directions. Nothing could be pinpointed, and no particular words could be discerned. But that didn't matter; the fact that there were people around, close... that had a calming effect on the canine.

He should be nervous, or so the dog told himself. Every movement produced the gentle creak of freshly oiled, slightly stiff leather. He wore sturdy strips around each wrist and each ankle, and a thicker, well tanned collar around his neck. The jangle of linked chains made Jules' ears twitch in the darkness. The canine felt the tension whenever he crawled too far towards the middle of the room, a reminder that he was trapped for the moment. But it was a trap of his choosing, and upon reflection... the lack of decisions to be made, the fact that this course of action was already set in motion kept him from worrying. There is a certain freedom in just going with the flow, allowing the chains to guide you rather than limit you.

But perhaps the biggest factor in Jules' placid state of mind was that he knew he was not alone. His nostrils flared in the darkness, and he picked up a scent that caused his heart to swell with love and pride. He knew, not three feet away, Angie was with him. She was similarly trussed up, although he caught a hint of fear in the air. She was neither as placid as her brother, nor as sure of their course of action. Her chains rustled with greater frequency, betraying her restlessness. Though Jules and Angie were twins, there were a few distinct differences. He was the daring one, she was the down to earth one. He was quick with a joke, his sister was more prone to irony. And in situations like this, the male was the one to reach out, while the female was willing to deal with her own problems without complaint.

Jules rumbled, quietly, "Remember the time we were on Fourth street, and that guy wanted us to model for him?" He paused, but was met with just a chuff and then silence from his twin. So he continued, "And we were thinking he was some sort of perv, right? But the pay was good so we went along with it anyway."

Then a sound came from the other side of the small room that made a surge of relief rise in Jules' chest: A little giggle from Angie. He continued, confident that he was having a calming effect on her, "And it turned out that he wanted us to dress up in those old swimsuits? Mine was..." He paused to laugh quietly for a second, "...mine was a pink polkadot pair of shorts and a sunhat, and yours was that long yellow sundress that kept tripping you." Now she was stifling giggles, to make sure that her mirth wasn't heard outside of their chamber. "And all he did was yell at us, 'Run around!' So that we would slip and slide around in the sand while he snapped pictures! And that was it, he gave us the money and some ice cream, and that was that."

The scent had changed. Angie wasn't afraid anymore, even in the darkness... even knowing what was to come. He could almost hear her smile when she murmured, "We won't get ice cream this time, Jules." He nodded, forgetting that she wouldn't be able to see. She added softly, "But its OK. We've been through worse, and... we chose this time. And it's you. It's you and I'm glad."

It was true, the twins had been through much worse. The were orphaned as teenagers, and neither was willing to let the other go. It made the pair difficult to adopt... not many prospective parents could be convinced to take two children instead of one, and certainly not two teens entering puberty when there were so many younger, less complicated choices for adoption. As soon as the pair reached the age of consent, they left the orphange to take their chances on the streets.

The last two years had consisted of prostitution, every raunchy type of pornography that you can imagine, and 'modeling' that was, at minimum, soft core porn. But they had survived, and miraculously avoided hard drugs and sexual disease in the process. Their reliance upon each other, as much as good fortune, made it possible. They never worked alone, even if it meant one of them dressing up as the other sex to meet a particular John's preferences. And they never took more than one client at a time. More than once, one twin would distract and titilate their drunken John until the other could slip a condom onto his prick. And more than once, a sober one would refuse to wear a rubber and get violent, and the two would work together to escape the dangerous situation.

Jules swallowed, doing his best to avoid getting choked up at a time like this. The sound was getting louder from outside of their little room, and both of them sensed that their time was drawing short. The male rumbled to his sister, through the darkness, "I'm glad it's you too, sis." And he was just as glad that he would be able to provide her with a little apartment, getting the pair of them off of the streets. All they had to do was follow through with what their generous contract outlined, twice a night, five times a week. Even with the waiting and preparation, it was only about 20 hours for each of them, and their paychecks would not only support the twins, but would fund a nice nestegg that they could eventually use to take classes at the community college, to buy a place to live instead of renting something out. To break free.

Suddenly the large box that covered the collies was lifted, blinding brother and sister momentarily. The cheering and wolf whistles of the crowd was deafening, as the MC announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Fur and Scale, and thank you for your patronage! We have a new act tonight. These kinky twins have never heard of the word 'taboo', and tonight, for your pleasure, they bare it all! Let them hear it... Angie and Jules!" Club music swelled, the beat thrumming strongly as waves of bass shook the entire stage.

Angie's eyes adjusted to the bright spotlights. The bitch's breath caught in her chest. She stared at her brother, on full display in front of her. The collie has to admit, she had never seen him look so good! He was bathed, his coat prefectly trimmed. That fluffy tail was standing straight up from his rump, with each individual strand of whispy fur combed out to give it maximum body. His plump sheath and heafty balls had been trimmed nice and short. Despite him being forced into a feral, doggystyle position by his chains, Angie could only think that Jules was more beautiful than she'd ever seen him.

The other twin had similar thoughts about his sister. Gone were the signs of rough living. Every patchy or clumped section of fur had been combed out. Her breasts had that impressive, healthy swell, augumented by the collie's natural chestruff. He couldn't see much more of her in this position, but everything he did survey indicated nothing but perfection. His eyes were drawn away from his sister however, as a chiseled blue dragon stepped up behind his sister, from the shadows just outside of the spotlight's arc. The scaled male, modest seven inches glistening red in the stagelight, slowly made his way behind her and lifted her tail. A moment later, the lad whimpered as his own tail was lifted, claws playfully combing through the fluffy fur as his asshole was exposed to a cheering crowd.

Angie gasped as she saw a tall red dragon saunter up behind her brother, his toeclaws clicking against those heated black tiles as he walked. The bitch gasped as the big male started to lewdly rub the plump head of his ridged black member over her brother's hole, making him squirm and tug at his chains. She wanted to reach out to him, comfort him... but at the same time, her own stud started slowly probing over the collie girl's tailhole, making her yip and writhe. She strained against her bonds, but they kept the dog fully presented. She and her twin were both helpless as the horny dragons lubed up their backdoors with a mix of the synthetic oil that coated their members, and the natural precum beading from their piss slits. Both of the scaly studs kept their wings tightly furled so that the crowd could look up at the elevated stage from every angle and still see the show.

The music changed, from a synth-pop beat to a simple drumroll. The dragons stood perfectly still behind each of the collies, claws lightly curled around their hips. Two rigid shafts, one red and the other ebony, stood poised to plunder the pups. But they didn't take their prey. Rather, the dogs' chains were suddenly tugged backwards as each collie was literally dragged onto the dicks of the waiting, snarling dragons. They slid those last few inches across the tiles, each crying out as their tailholes were simultaniously spread around those ridged draconic shafts. The crowd roared and whooped. Club music instantly replaced the drumroll, providing a thrumming beat to which the dragons could lewdly fuck the restrained canines.

Brother and sister whined and bucked, each watching the other get railed by their respective dragon. Neither were used to the sensation of a bare dick inside of them, and for Jules in particular the instinct was to try and fight his way free to protect his dear sister. He'd never let another man inside of Angie without wearing a condom, and the thought of someone cumming in her made his mind scream with rage. It took every ounce of self control that the collie had to avoid barking and swearing at the scaley that was defiling his twin. Of course, the steady pounding, the throb of slick, bare cock dragging across the male's prostate eventually tamed the lad. Although he would never admit it to his sister, the canine loved a good fucking.

Angie watched the red dragon pounding her brother's tailstar, and whimpered in concern. That is until her gaze dropped between Jules' legs, and she saw the canine's red rocket bobbing and slapping heavily against his beautifully trimmed belly fur. She blushed heavily, realizing that her twin was going to get more out of the physical experience of anal sex than she ever would. However Angie responded to the cheers of the crowd. The happy snarl of her scaled lover when she concentrated on tightening the grip of her sphincter around his thick maleness. The rise of joyous, lustful little whines eminating from Jules' throat. It was much less the dick under her tail, and much more the situation itself that made the collie bitch wet. Her twat glistened under the lights of the stage, scent rising to entice all three of the screwing males.

The dragons were well trained, and could have probably continued to pound the young collies for another twenty minutes without spilling their seed. But they were just supporting players in this little show, and had to make way for the main attraction. So after only a few minutes, each of the scaled creatures was deep dicking their doggie, not even trying to hold back. Every ridge and contour of their draconic maleness was felt keenly by the canids. And they responded, with loving little twitches of their assholes, and teasing wriggles of hips and rumps. All pretence of modesty was gone now. The twins were fully enjoying their rutting!

It was the blue scaley who lost control first. Angie felt him twitch and throb inside of her asshole, and she squeezed her eyes shut. But much to the delight of the crowd, the dragon tugged himself free of the bitch's rump mid-orgasm! The male fired thick streamers of white up at the dog's pussy lips, sperm drooling slowly down her thighs. When he was finished, he used that fluffy, absorbant tail to wipe himself clean. Then there was an alarming rattling sound. Her chains were loosened so quickly, Angie nearly fell over. With the blue dragon's help, and a fierce tug on the dog's collar, the bitch was repositioned on her back, spread eagled, with her cum-annointed muff on full, lewd display.

The red dragon wasn't far behind, but unlike his co-worker, most of this dragon's load was spent inside of the whining male that he had been impaling. He only tugged out for the final couple of of squirts, coating the back of Jules' balls, before reaching down to lewdly rub his cream into the dog's sac. Jules was drippingly hard now, his red rocket already starting to knot up. The music quickly faded, as did the audience's cheering. A microphone on Jules' collar picked up his grunting and whimpering, the strain against his restraints. Everyone realized what the male was fighting to reach, and a hushed gasp spread through the crowd as the tension of the dog's chains was slowly let out. He was struggling to crawl forward on all fours...

And every step that the horny collie took was towards his prone, blushing sister.

Now it was clear why the blue fired his load all over Angie's pussy lips: Lubrication, in case she hadn't been 'inspired' by their little show. Jules on the other hand was clearly inspired. He was encourged by both of the dragons, who rubbed the well-fucked dog's flanks and thighs, and told him what a good boy he was. The collie male's tail flagged high, as his plundered asshole bubbled with cum that dripped freely down the back of the lad's churning balls. Angie's toes clenched, never feeling so helpless and conflicted in all of her life. When the animal that was her brother looked down at her, she knew there was no escape. Nor did she want one.

With a final slip of gears, all five of Jules' chains were given slack, and he pounced on his sister's writhing form. He was so eager, and his mind was so feral at that point, the tapered tip of his dick thrust blindly at his bitch's thighs and lower belly. It took the steady hand of the red dragon to grasp around the collie's slowly growing knot, and guide him towards his twin's dripping twat. When he finally found that tight heat, the male let out a blood curtling howl that set off a few answering ones from the audience, purely out of instinct. The dragons quickly slipped into the shadows, and allowed the snarling, moaning canines to take center stage alone, in their incestuous ballet.

Angie arched her rump off of the heated tile floor, meeting her brother's rapid strokes on every other hunch. She lightly bit her bottom lip as she looked up at the animal taking her, having to remind herself that it was someone she trusted. Unable to reach out to him, the collie bitch whispered her love for Jules, each private word clearly picked up by the microphone on the male's collar, and shared with the stunned crowd. She then made sure to attend to her lover's pleasure, squeezing her tunnel tightly around the pistoning shaft of her brother. Her orgasm snuck up on her, coming from just a simple, if rough, thrust from her twin. Her keening whines were unmistakable, as the dampness rolled down the bitch's spread thighs and dripped over her defiled asshole.

Jules was in a state of euphoria. To have his dick, free of a rubber and unbound by a cockring, thrusting into the tight pussy lips of a beautiful female was a sensation that he wouldn't trade for anything. He felt like he was going to explode with each sewing-machine thrust that he made into the bitch. The dog heard his twin's words, and responded with a happy snarl, and the first stretching of Angie's netherlips with his growing knot. As she screamed breathlessly, the dog tugged his growing maleness free once more, before enjoying that stretch and trob of pushing that knot home once again. Jules only knew that he needed to get stuck in. He needed to spread his genetic signature, and this willing collie bitch was the lucky recipient!

The audience watched in silence as the twins fucked, listening to Angie's louder, more frantic yelps of pain and pleasure. Hearing Jules' snarls every time he wriggled his hips to lodge the thick girth of his manhood into the sex of his sister. Finally, the male popped himself into Angie's lewdly exposed sex, and he just couldn't tug it out. The dog's eyes rolled up in the back of his skull, and his rump started to shiver and quake. Angie moaned, feeling her lover shoot his seed into her unprtocted sex. She stammered, "G-g-good boy Jules. Good boy!" That's when the collie bitch came again, whimpering and arching her back prettily. Quickly her tunnel overflowed, back washing some of her brother's seed as he continued to mindlessly thrust, half an inch in and half an inch out, tugging at the tie with every gyration.

The crowd was allowed to stare at the incestuous dogs for another ten seconds, as they bucked and and snarled in their post orgasmic bliss. Then that large black box was slowly lowered over the pair. Both collies dimly heard the erupting applause, as Jules held his sister tightly and did his best to pant his way back to sanity. The stagehands popped a trapdoor under the stage, and went about their jobs with the aid of a few flashlights. They mopped up within the confines of the improvised room, unchained the canines, and then gently carried the tied pair down the ramp and back to their dressing room.

When the door to their well lit, comfortable room closed, Jules nuzzled Angie tenderly before looking into her eyes. He didn't even have to ask the question, his twin just responded. "I'm fine dear." Angie gave her brother a tired smile, and stared up at him with half lidded eyes. Their tie would only last another 15 minutes, but their bond would remain strong for the rest of their lives. Brother and sister cuddled, knowing that they would need to perform again in a couple of hours, but now each collie was perfectly alright with that prospect.