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The front door clicked back shut with a small metallic clink while the frame rattled softly. Slow, worn-out footsteps ambled over the wood floor of the front room, quieting as Emily, the walker, passed over the plush rug that led into the living room. On one shoulder, a bag strap clutched on, bouncing to her hip with every step. The upper, main pocket, remained partly zipped with the corner pulled up with a crumpled, fabric pant leg partially spilling out and tangling against the top of the emptied Gatorade bottle jammed into the netted side pocket. On the side of the bag, just out of reach of the escaping clothes, stitching neatly spelled out "Kicks and Splits" in red and black letter above stiffly elegant, corporate script reading, "Karate, Tae Kwon Do, and Gymnastics." Above the wording, a cartoon emblem depicted three figures, one leaping in a jumping kick beside the second flipping from trick rings and both situated above a third, caught in a respectful bow.

Rounding the corner into the living room, Emily slumped her shoulder to plop the bag onto the ground to pool against the leg of the coffee table. The dull ploosh of her bag echoed once in the room, reaching the kitchen where a voice suddenly rang out in greeting, "Welcome home, Em's! How was practice?"

"Hi yourself, Dad!" Emily called back, rubbing a hand into her wet, freshly-showered hair while she slowly made her way into the kitchen, stretching out a leg with every step and rubbing one hand idly over the sore muscles of her thighs. As the tiles of the kitchen took over for the wood, heat and spices poured out of the spacious room. Emily's father, a broad-shouldered man in a full-length apron raised up one hand from where he stood at the counter aligned with a cutting board. A rich cooked, filled with simple, white rice, steamed on the top of the smooth granite countertop. Stir fry simmered on the stove top with scallions and vegetables piled amongst sliced hot peppers, minced garlic, diced onions, and chopped leeks. The powerful seasoning, common in traditional Chinese cuisine, filled the kitchen with its scent, overwhelming the light tang of shampoo on Emily's hair or the splash of perfume beneath her breasts and instead filling her nose with spice.

Looking up from the pepper beneath his shiny chef's knife, her father's face broke into a smile that crinkled at the corner's of his mouth and stretched a graying scruff wide to his ears. "I thought, in honor of your first practice as a second cup red belt, I'd break open one of those Chinese cookbooks you gave me! I went simple, but traditional."

Emily's eyes skimmed over his apron, covered in smears of garlic ooze and splotches of sauces splattered out of the pan, and her lips curled into a smile. "Looks like you've been having a time of it, but it smells delicious! And it's really sweet of you!" With another small tip forward to work a kink from her lower back, Emily strided into the domain of the kitchen, moving to the all-white rice cooker to fluff the rice, pulling it off the bottom of the cooking basin to prevent burning and breaking it up to prevent clumping. With both hands working the plastic tools into the rice, Emily's lips curled into an absent smile, showing the dots of dimples in her soft, rounded cheeks. Wet still from her shower, her short hair spilled over her shoulders with soft kinks from being towel dried and the blonde shade darkened with moisture. Her dad, beside her, stood much taller and towered over her short 5'4" stature. Her body curved subtly, giving her wide hips and full breasts that strained against the simple tank top she wore after her long practice. Her features and body were soft, supple, and subtle in their design, but her short hair and the spark of intensity in her eyes gave her a slight tomboyish twinge that fit with her cheerful excitement for sports.

"Dad, did you know that in Chinese the word for rice is 'fan,' which is also the word for 'meal?'" One hand nestled the rice maker's squat, plastic tools back into their places on the side of the machine while the other fidgeted with her hair excitedly, chattering. "Isn't it crazy how their language actually reveals things about their culture? And, it's so different! They eat rice all the time because it's so plentiful, but here it's not that common!" She paused a moment, breathing in deeply to sample the scents intermingling in the air. "At one point, some mid-westerners tried to introduce wild rice to China. It was a big business idea! Send our regional rice to the land that eats rice with every meal, we'll hit big! But, there's a belief in China that black is the color of death, and black foods are bad so, since wild rice has black chunks in it, the Chinese weren't having any of it!" She chuckled to herself, and her father chuckled politely along, patting her on the back with paternal interest and affection.

"And, the Chinese spiritual teachings- yin, or cool, and yang, or hot- are even applied to their food! They strive to have balance in color, texture, and types in every dish."

"Well," One hand gestured at the food starting to come together on plates, with rice cradling neat piles of stir fry with the scallions still sizzling lightly and each vegetable glimmering with a light sheen of sauce and speckled with clumps of spices and garlic. "What do you think? Have we captured the yin-yang balance of traditional cuisine?"

Emily leaned into her dad's side momentarily, nodding. "You did great, Dad. This is awesome." She paused briefly, a smile forming on her bare lips, "You know, I'm really glad you introduced me to martial arts."

"You were a wild child, I had to put your energy somewhere! And normal sports were too simple for my little renegade! Not enough regime. You needed that balance of physical AND mental work." A hand rested briefly on her shoulder, father and daughter sharing a brief moment.

"Well, it's changed my life- Chinese culture has really become a piece of me."

As she finished, the doorway filled with the wide shoulders of her brother, Kyle. As on hand ran over his slightly spiked darkly tanned hair, Kyle's lips tightened in an irritated sneer. "Not more of your wush/wush and flying fists bullshit." He sighed, slumping his six feet of lean muscle down onto a dining room chair as his deep, gray eyes scanned over the room and his nose twitched with the intense spices of the kitchen.

Instantly, Emily sighed and stepped away from her father to lean against the counter, arm's extended out. "Kyle, I've said this before. It's not as impractical as you pretend it is. It's a serious activity." Her eyes, previously alit with excitement over dinner and the spark from exercising, seemed to dwindle into a tired stare towards her brother. Irritation crinkled her brow slightly, though exhaustion captured her expression more so than irritated. Silently, a stack of napkins plopped into her hand, sending her towards the table to spread out the placemats and top them with napkins before her father followed behind with the silverware, laying each fork and knife onto its own bed of plush napkin.

Kyle ignored the two working to set up the table for dinner, instead sliding his phone out from his pocket and tapping the screen to bring it to life. His eyes scanned over the screen, tapping out responses to texts and in the middle of her statement rolling his eyes. As the two filled glasses , Kyle leaned his chair back and relaxed, instead of helping while his head shook dismissively.

"A gun isn't simply better for self defense. A run would be better exercise, so what's the point? It isn't the effective choice for either thing, protection or exercise."

Emily stared back at her brother with a small shake of her head, "That's not the point. Practicing Chinese dojo arts are about staying in shape, yes; but it's also about having fun and engaging your mind into the regime that would otherwise just be mindless activity. It's an intelligent way to work out, to master control of one's self."

For a moment, Kyle's lips pursed together into a thin, pale-pink line while his dark slate- colored stared back at his sister's soft features, as though listening and taking in her words. Her heart fluttered briefly, reading his face for the slight interest and thought. Then, he opened his mouth and muttered, "Sounds like a bunch of hog wash to me."

"Kyle..." Emily sighed, dropping onto her own seat while their mother made it to the kitchen, rounding the door to see the girl's drooping smile and her brother's tight smirk.

"Are we discussing Chinese culture again?" She stated with a bittersweet chuckle, sliding into her own seat on one end of the table while the last plate of food settled onto the placemat in front of her.

Without speaking, the blonde nodded and turned her attention to her plate, gingerly scooping up a combination of the different vegetables around a white chunk of scallion on a bed of soft rice against the metal of her fork. Carefully, the bite rose up to her mouth until her full, plump lips closed around and her tongue guided the food into her maw. From across the table, Kyle eyed the girl. Against the edge of the table, her breasts pressed to the wood and pushed up to the edge of her tanktop, creating a broad rosy expanse of flesh with the deep cut of her cleavage between. With a hard swallow, Kyle tipped his own gaze away as her tongue licked the side of her fork for the last glimmering droplet of sauce.

"Speaking of other cultures, isn't it about time for the infamous, highly anticipated one year exchange program?"

Emily's eyes flew open wide, lighting up with her eager spark. The mere mention of the exchange year brought a surge of excitement, since Emily and Kyle had both started studying Liberal Arts and Science. "We just have another couple weeks before final decisions for where have to be submitted and travel details get hammered out!"

With a smile, her mother prodded, "You'd better get on it, Emily. I know it's going to be hard to decide where to go for you."

The sarcastic response brought a chuckle out of the girl before she directed her attention to her older brother. "What about you, Kyle? Are you thinking of visiting China with me? Maybe then you'll come to appreciate their culture like I do!"

His head shook and a quiet intensity filled his eyes. The dark grey hues, previously with a dull glow behind them, lit slightly with a spark of interest. "Actually," he paused for a moment with a quick survey of the table's occupants, seeing his sister's hopeful face and his parent's matching masks. "I kinda thought Norway for myself."

Instantly, Emily's forehead wrinkled with a grimace. "Norway?!" She blurted with the words spurting out of her mouth like a bird released from a carelessly latched cage. Lowering her voice with a sheepish glance to her parents, she added, "Why Norway?"

For a moment, Kyle didn't respond, but then he did in a soft voice while his eyes remained downcast from his family to shield his interest from them. "The northern lights and Arctic sun are one of the most spectacular natural sights to see in a lifetime... It's climate is... spectacular and clean, untouched."

"China is beautiful too! Their architecture-"

"I'm not interested in how many building they can shove into one space!" Kyle's eyes hung wide in surprise at his sudden burst of passion, and his tone softened before he continued. "I want to see the nature, the natural beauty that just happens- not something someone constructed."

"But China has more exotic cuisine and culture than Norway, it'd be a more dramatic comparison to your own life in the United States. It'd offer more for you to look back on and notice how it differs."

"Emily, I'm not writing a paper on the experience. It's just supposed to offer a chance to study somewhere new. I'd choose that 'new' to be Norway. I want to experience Norway, not China. I've never been interested in China." With that, he pushed back from the table and abandoned the half-eaten remnants of his dinner. "Thanks for the food, Dad. I'm going out." And Kyle slipped out of the dining room and disappeared with a thud of the front door shutting behind him.

Emily's shoulders slumped. Her fork idly traced trails in her rice, piling the scallions up into buildings along a garlic cobblestone road instead of eating it. Her hair, drying into kinked curls, hung into her face. "I just wish he'd even look at China or Wu Kwan or anything I like... I just want him to look at it, he might like it!"

The two elder parents looked at each other over the expanse of wood of the dining table and gave a solemn nod. "Sweetie," They addressed together, weaving their advice into a tag-teamed monoloque.

"I know it seems like he doesn't take the time to look at your interests, but you're his sister. Brothers and sisters often drift closer and apart. Right now, you happen to be drifting apart, but given time you'll grow closer."

"Him rejecting a trip to China, doesn't mean he's rejecting your friendship as his sister or discrediting the worth of your interests, he just wants it known that he has his own, even if his are softer spoken."

Emily's face still hung sadly over her meal, pained with more than a brother's ignorance. His rejection stung, but slowly she started to formulate an idea. "Maybe, I'll just offer him the resources he needs to make a choice- on his own of course!" She gave an eager nod, sliding out from her chair and scurrying towards the door. "I'm going to Wu Kwan to pick up some pamphlets!"

As the door clicked shut again with a solid thump, leaving just the wispy scent of flowery shampoo intermingling in the spices of dinner in Emily's empty place. Silently, the older couple made eye contact, rolled their locked gazes, and fell into easy, idle conversation.

**********

"She didn't really..." Kyle grumbled with an incredulous sigh and a slow shake of his head at the sight on his desk. In a neat spread over the surface of wood, flyers and ads for Chinese tourism flashed glistening waters, lazily floating long boats, and intricate, striking buildings. Other's were mostly text, littered with graphics of pandas and sushi. On the side of them, spaced a perfect inch away a post- it note had an arrow pointing to them, "I just wanted to give you a glance of what visiting China would be!" with one of his sister's sideways smiley faces in place a a period.

Leaning back in his desk chair, a hand sifted through his short hair and massaged over his temples, starting to throb lightly with the stress of the year- abroad situation arising again.

"She's not going to drop it-"

As if on cue, a rap came on the door, ringing out with a solid, wooden thud in the room. "Kyle? I thought I heard you come in. Did you find my stuff?" Emily's voice came easily through the thin door, bright and cheerful.

"So irritating," Kyle thought to himself with a grumble before waving a dismissive hand towards the door. "Year, I saw your stack. Thanks." His voice stayed flat, no excitement rising the tone or changing his inflection.

For a moment, the clock ticked past with silence, but Emily's footsteps didn't sound disappearing down the hall, instead she stood solemnly outside his door, before finally speaking up again, "Well what did you think?"

"I think it's great you like China so much, but I am still planning on selecting Norway."

"Come on, Kyle! Really? Can I come in? This is ridiculous!" The knob of the door wobbled, opening without the lock having been in place.

"Damn," Kyle thought to himself, "Should have locked that."

"Why are you so opposed to China? I just don't understand." Two sad, rounded eyes looked up at him from beneath the wispy fringe of hair escaping from behind the girl's ear as she collapsed onto his bed, staring at him. Her shoulders slumped with genuine disappointment, but Kyle only found irritation at her investment.

"I'm not opposed to China. It's just not where I want to go. The year abroad trip is a once in a life chance, and I want to use my chance on Norway." Kyle explained, calmly and rationally, but his frustration bubbled beneath the surface. He didn't understand the girl's fixation on getting to him to China. Looking back at her, he studied her face, but was distracted with the swell of her chest. Her elbows leaned forward on her thighs, squishing her bosom between them and deepening the crease of her cleavage between the soft, pale mounds. He blinked, averting his eyes for a moment before he noticed the glint in her eyes. The same glint in the eyes of girls flirting, displaying their feathers, so to speak.

"You've gotta get more sleep if you think your sister is hitting on you," Kyle appraised silently. "Or maybe you need to get laid." For a moment, his mind filled with images of the small crop of go- to- gals he had, their hair fluttering over his lap, asses bouncing, and boobs squeezed around his shaft. His thought processes glitched out momentarily, and he found himself shaking his head to clear the cobwebs forming.

"I don't get what your obsession is. Why do you want me to go to China with you? Are you in a cult? Are you trying to convert me or something? I'm not your best friend or something, you have classmates to buddy up with!" Kyle vented suddenly, the frustration of the day dealing with her pleading catching up with him. His words came easily, tumbling out of his mouth without watching her face for her reactions, flashing across the screen of her face with increasing intensity.

"Seriously? Do you not have friends? Is this like a cry for help?" She winced, a crinkle in her forward and a downturn of her eyes hurting the sting from his words.

"Do you think getting me to go to China is going to prove something? Is this a joke, a play? What are you trying to do? I'm your brother! You're overly attached! If it weren't cheaper, I wouldn't even live at home and you'd never see me! So what's the deal with dragging me to China!?" The girl's face tightened further. Her eyes fluttered quickly, lashes scooping back the forming tears to keep them from escaping.

Then, the kick that sent her out the door back to her own bedroom, whisking the pamphlets she delivered all over the floor, "Dammit, Emily! I'm not your boyfriend!"

With her gone, Kyle felt his racing heartbeat pounding in his ears and he looked down at the confetti of Chinese advertising on his floor, staring up at his accusatory. "God dammit!" He grunted, moving to the bed and kicking his door shut before he fished out his phone and planned a de- stressor booty call.

Across the hall, Emily tumbled onto her own bed. Tears bit at the back of her eyes, shocking even herself as she wiped them off. "How could he even suggest that? I just want him to go to China for himself... I... I-" She dissolved into blubbery sobs, streaking her cheeks with glistening tracks.

Through the sobs exploding from her chest with wet sounds, Emily mewled to herself pitifully, revealing the moment with her brother. "I'm not your boyfriend." The truth stung. It zapped through her core and wretched her heart to the front of her chest, pounding against the confines of the cavity. "He isn't my boyfriend. He's just my brother! My brother! Dammit!" Her mind swam with fragments of fantasies, the broken edges of wandering daydreams, and clips from the land of sleep itself. The Kyle she'd known as a girl, strong and powerful beside her. In elementary, she could still see him flashing across her memories as the caped hero, shouting at the other girl's that she didn't have cooties and proving it with a sloppy, smacking kiss over her lips in the back of the playground. The gasps of surprise from a bundle of first graders didn't compare to the shouts of obscenity he braved in her dreams to deliver a softer, practiced smooch.

"He's my brother..." She whimpered again, this time with her wet face tipping into the pillow. A hand balled up and pushed against the bed, clinging to the bed sheet for an anchor, tethering her to the world so she didn't distract herself with the soothing mental images she'd conjured. She'd created a world of taboo, hidden romance between her older sibling, but while she'd done so their true, innocent relationship had faded, and now, she didn't even have that.

Another slobbery sob burst forth at the thought that she'd lost her brother to her own romanticism. "I'm so foolish!" She gargled behind a wet sniffling that soon led way into boisterous nose-blowing with balled up tissues. "I'm going to lose even my brother as a brother..." Her sobs took over for her voice, filling the room with a constant sniveling until it petered off to deep, wobbling breaths.

When she'd sobbed herself out, Emily curled into the bed and relaxed back against the cushion of stacked pillows. "I can't be so emotional," she stated aloud, focusing herself and speaking softly. "If I want Kyle to accompany me and re- bond, he needs to see me as the reasonable, controlled adult I am. I can't be a little sister anymore."

For several minutes, she murmured to herself and filled the room with the whispered affirmations. She focused on controlling herself, finding a way to keep a lid on her frustration and passion. "I need to be logical about this. It's obvious he won't be swayed based on China's qualities, so what else do I have to offer..."

"Ah!" Two feet swung off the side of the bed with a sudden gush before the girl raced to her closet. Reaching high above the bar full of clothing, she strained up to pluck down a heavy box, locked on top. Undoing the number combination with quick, practiced spins of the dial, Emily reached a hand in for the bills. A stack of 100s peeked out from the small safe, money saved over from her last paychecks in preparation for her year abroad. With their parents generously paying into a study fund, schooling and board was covered, but recreational expenses were their own responsibility and, knowing she's be going to China within the next two years, Emily had started saving copious amounts from every paycheck so that she didn't suffer any monetary limitations while touring.

"If tourist attractions can't sway him, perhaps 5,000 dollars will..." Emily murmured to herself, leafing through the bills with a small, pleased smile on her face. Rustling the bills, she flicked off the light in her closet and returned to her bed, spilling the money out and counting, carefully counting.

**********

"I'm glad you could come over."

Eyelashes fluttered. Perfume wafted out from behind her ears, splashing quickly on at the edge of the doorframe earlier. The scent was complex, jasmine and vanilla mixed together in a intriguing, sensual, but unplaceable smell. Two boobs met Kyle's gaze, full and pert, they spilled out of the edge of the tight- fitting tank top they wore so that the white fabric strained to contain them. The nipple atop them, excited and hard to see him, as hard as something else was in return. "I'm always happy to come *study* with you," the boobs crooned in their soothing, flirtatious purr.

"Just remember, studying is quiet..." Kyle mumbled, hugging his fingers tightly around the two full breasts in front of him in polite greeting as a hand scooped under his chin and guided his gaze up to meet the big, brown eyes of the girl on his bed.

"Kyle, I've been here enough to know we've gotta keep it down, but I would still like some eye contact." Sarcasm tinged her words, but a playful smile quirked up the side of her mouth, making her lips pout and showing off the plump pink of their flesh. Kyle grinned back, a wide smart- ass sort of smirk that showed a glimpse of teeth, like a predator, before he leaned in and pressed his smirk to her pout.

Kissing hungerly, the two fell together on the bed. Kyle groped eagerly at the girl, holding her ass with his hand buried down the back of her jeans and thrashing against the denim to reach the curve of her bottom while his other hand stretched her neckline down, tweaking at a rosy nipple till a yip escaped into his mouth.

"Mmmm... Amber..."

"Kelsey."

"Mmmm... Kelsey.."

Soft, muffled moans escaped into the other's mouth. The wet, needy sounds of fingers plunging down into the girl's sex filled the room, taining it with the bite of sex in the air, the earthy, natural stink of lust.

"You have a pretty mouth."

"Do I?"

"Oh yeah, it'd look even better-"

"Pssh... I get it."

Slurping, noisy and lewd, echoed up into the room as Kelsey- not- Amber bobbed her head over Kyle's cock, held with one hand at the base while her lips worked down the other six inches that jutted out from her grip on the bottom inch. The pink of her lips smeared down his length, giving it a perfectly rosy hue while her lips looked speckled with a mix of natural and synthetic coloring. Saliva shown on top of the color, glittering when the light hit his cock. Kyle's face constricted, lips parted in a delighted gasp. A dirty blush streaked across his cheek, one contained manly brush of red that highlighted the grunt in his throat.

"Ah! That's good. Keep it up, Amb- Amazing Kelsey."

"Mmm! Mmph!"

Her lips tightened, pistoning down over his length while her steady suckling vacumed around his cock, surrounding him in unrelenting, tight heat. His tip flared out, pressing against the back of her throat and sliding back to the tip of her tongue before his balls spit and cum shot out from his head without warning. The first spurt filled the girl's mouth, but then her lips loosened and he shot against the pink of her lips and her chin, dripping off onto her boobs. She slurped at the globes on the edge of her mouth, leaning down to lick off his shaft with slow strokes of her long, wanting tongue. The globs of cum slipped easily off his skin, pooling on the dipped shape of her tongue meant to hold it on, mouth open wide to show him the mess he'd made, that she now eagerly cleaned. The strings of jizz that covered her chin and cheeks leaked downwards, stringing down off her onto her chest into a spiderweb of leftover seed.

"Hey Kyle! I need to talk to yo-" The door swung open and Emily froze. On the bed, the random bleach- blonde Kelsey- not- Amber glanced up at her and gasped with shock, releasing a spurt of cum out of her lips to drop out over her naked breasts. The full C cups jiggled excitedly, as if the splatter of cum had been enough to jostle the pale flesh. Cum poured over the subtle curves of her bosom, covering it like fudge over a scoop of vanilla ice cream and coating the hard nub of her nipple, though the glow of pink poked obscenely through the semen-glaze.

Slam!

The door shut once again and Kelsey giggled once and went back to her cat- like licking. Kyle's cock drooped, thoroughly finished for sure after seeing his sister's horrified face. Politely, he fell silent and let Kelsey finished her work, idly petting at her butt while she did so.

**********

"Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. That was seriously disgusting. That was... like porn- worthy. That was the worst thing ever. Who the heck was that?!"

As if in answer, from across the hall came a echoing grunt:

"Oh, Amber!"

"KELSEY, dammit!"

"Eww!" Emily groaned again, covering her ears and racing back to her bed, throwing the envelope of money, what she had intended to propose to Kyle in a controlled, adult manner before she'd walked into active slut- fucking live!

"Gross, gross! I can't believe mom and dad don't yell at him for that! Adult or not it's gross to have some girl popping his top in the house! They'd be disgusted!" Suddenly, her ranting stopped, and a ponderous, thoughtful tone took over. "They'd be disgusted... This is the best thing ever."

**********

"Kyle? Are you done with the skank?" A sharp rap at the door accompanied her question. Before a response came, the door shot open and a half dressed blonde ducked out.

"He is now! Sheesh!" Footsteps clambered down the stairs before the front door swung open with a loud creak of complaint, "My name is Kelsey!" Then it slammed shut.

"Kyle?"

"Yes! God, yes. I'm done now. What do you want?"

The door swung open slowly and Emily stepped forward. A straight, solemn stare held her face and her lips pressed tight together, resolved. "Kyle, I have a proposition for you."

"..."

"It came to my attention you were engaging in sexual activity of a shockingly lewd manner in the house, under the roof where we were raised, as CHILDREN. I realized that our parents, our kind, sweet parents who pay for our educations and home, might be shocked and angered to learn of your sexual rampaging. So, if you do not choose to travel to China for the exchange, I will release this information to them to do with as they please." She paused a single moment, before continuing. "And I imagine, they wouldn't take it lightly."

"Is this a joke?" Kyle didn't blink. He shifted in bed, covering himself better so that his dribbling cock didn't pop out of the thin sheet covering it, something Emily's eyes suddenly realized as its thick shape made a distinct lump beneath the thin, white cloth.

"Uh... Uh... no! This is blackmail."

A loud, long, throaty laugh exploded from Kyle's mouth. His shoulders shook with the laugh. When he looked up to Emily's face, still stern though with some slack in her jaws, he stopped. "This is a joke right? You wouldn't seriously try to blackmail me into going to China would you?"

A weak smile forced the corner's of her mouth up into a small smile and a choked chuckled puffed out, "Yeah, I'm a jokester, just had to break the ice after that whole... fiasco."

"Well that's good." Then, they silenced until Kyle nodded towards the door and shifted his sticky cock beneath the sheets awkwardly, and Emily disappeared out the door.

Back in the sanctuary of her own room, Emily awkwardly plucked up the discarded envelope again. "Well, plan B time."

**********

Evening settled in the house. Kyle lounged back into his bed and took a nap, basking in the release from Kelsey-not-Amber. Emily paced in her room, fingering the edges of the envelope full of cash, waiting to talk to her brother after a calm had settled through the house.

Hours after their earlier ordeal, Emily gingerly tiptoed into the hall with a soft knock on her brother's door, but from inside came only a soft snore, and she returned to her room.

Nestling down into her bed, Emily set the envelope back onto her bedside table and sighed softly, "Tomorrow, we'll try again..." She assured herself and, closing her eyes, fell into a dream of herself wandering the busy streets of China with her brother at her side.

**********

Morning broke into the house with sunlight streaking in through closed curtains. The light wriggled in past the small strips where the fabric didn't meet it's other half or nudged aside the covering at its very side where it hadn't been stretched to the very edge of the bar. Emily groaned as the light illuminated her face, upturned on her pillow. A hand swatted at the disturbance, but when her fingers couldn't send the sun away she rolled over and off the bed, trotting blindly to the shower.

In the hot steam, she started to wake up, mind racing. "I have to choose the right moment to make my offer, and he can't think it's a joke like last time. I need to be logical. I need to be reasonable."

Shampoo filled her palm. She massaged the bubbles onto her head, working the thick blue liquid over her hair as she practiced, muttering to herself. "Kyle, I did some thinking. I realize that you're right- because admitting the other person has a superior quality can encourage a nice response- I realize that you're right, China is my thing. You want to go to Norway, I recognize and understand that now. I still long for the opportunity to bond with my brother. Soon we'll both be going seperate directions, and I want a chance to have a last special trip with you before that."

Her head tipped back into the water, letting the beating streams pull the bubbles out and drop them onto the floor of the tub, racing into the drain. "This'll work. Kyle might have drifted from me, but I know he'll understand this, plus who could say no to 5,000 dollars?"

**********

"No."

"What? Kyle! This means a lot to me! I mean, come on! I'm offering you a journey free of monetary woes if you'll just make it a trip with me!"

"No." Kyle sighed, rubbing his hand into his forehead and working the sleep out of his eyes at the same time. "I'm not going to accept a bribe to go to China, Em. If you want a trip with me so badly, come to Norway, because that's where I'll be going."

"Kyle, why don't you care about having a last brother-sister trip?" Emily sat on the edge of his bed, looking at him earnestly with a tremble hidden in her tight- lipped grimace.

"Emily, we aren't going to wander off into the woods and never cross paths again after this trip or after college. We're still going to be brother and sister, we'll still communicate. Maybe we can plan a trip somewhere closer to home together... if that'll get you to relax about China, okay?" Kyle's eyes scanned over her face, searching for a sign of her surrendering the subject, giving in, or swaying under his words. Her eyes were steely, locked in a poker face that unsettled her older brother.

"Em?" Kyle prodded, reaching to put a hand on her shoulder, but she tipped to the side and avoided the contact. "I get it. You don't want my money or my company."

Her voice broke with hurt, obviously his words had stung. Her gaze ducked away, avoiding the questioning stare that knit Kyle's eyebrows together. "Em, it's not like that. We gotta go our own ways, our own trips."

She nodded, once. A single, hard bob of her head before she stood up and left the room, leaving Kyle staring after him with his head reeling. "Only eight in the morning and that girl has already worn me out..." He sighed, slumping back into his pillow and curling back into the blankets, trying to put her attempted bribe out of his mind.

**********

Retreating back to the hall, Emily caught sight of her mother skimming the pile of travel pamphlets she'd delivered to Kyle. The woman stood at the edge of the waste basket with a picture of a panda spread over the glossy pages, "Oh hi, Honey," she greeted as she spotted Emily. "Why did you throw these away? I figured you'd keep anything involving this big China trip."

Emily felt another stab in her already bleeding chest at her mother's innocent question. "I didn't. Kyle did." She paused a moment, sucking in a harsh breath. "I gave them to him, but I guess he didn't want them anymore than he wanted me."

"Oh sweetie. Siblings are hard to have. Here, look at this." She held up the pamphlet, with a seemingly smiling panda holding onto a massive stalk of its leafy dinner. "Isn't this guy cute? Just think you'll be seeing things like him soon. You can't be unhappy with pandas in your future can you?"

Emily shuffled closer, taking the picture and staring down at the sweet, fluffy creatures face as an inkling of an idea started to form. "I guess you're right, but I have a lot of studying up to do on China as an actual location before I pack up and live there. I never realized how complicated a place could be." Emily gave an earnest little smile, pushing her argument with her brother out of her mind as her fingers tightened more on the panda's smiling face. "Though I know exactly what I'm doing, so it shouldn't be any problem."

Smiling innocently, her mother nodded encouragingly, "Well, I'm happy to hear you've got it under control. How about you go work on your things this morning and I'll add you to my nail appointment for later and we can talk it over while we get some new colors?" The woman fidgeted, glad to see her earlier distraught child calming but unsure if it was a mere reprieve.

"Mom, that sounds great."

Another smile stretched up the woman's face till little creases formed at the edge of her grin, proving yet again that nothing could cure a child's ailments like spending money on them.

**********

Back hidden with her computer, Emily started to form her idea further, muttering to herself in a low tone. "Talking to Kyle isn't working, Kyle is too tough, too stubborn. But the way through any fence is the weakest post, the weakest link..." Her fingers flew over the keyboard, scouring for sources on Chinese safety and conditions.

"The weakest link is obviously my mother. If I can convince mom and pop that China isn't safe what would they do besides force Kyle to go along? And since China has been my dream longer than Norway his, they'd never think of forcing me to go along with him, it's perfect. Now I just need evidence."

Websites flashed over the screen. Headlines swam together as Emily collected tidbits, quotes to bring up and words to drop like bombs into the loaded conversation. "Levels of Violence Against Women Shocking..." Emily mumbled, eyes wide with the articles she could dredge up, though she ignored the high likelihood of drudging up similar articles for her own country. She gathered her bombs to drop: rape, HIV, unwillingness, expected to use violence...

"This time it's going to work." Emily resolved, setting her lips in a tight line and flicking print on a stack of articles to fold into her pile of pamphlets, leaving the smiling panda on top. Sliding the papers into her purse, Emily glanced down at her toenails for a moment and headed downstairs, excited to spend the afternoon casually brainwashing her mother.

**********

"So, what'd you turn up about China?" The two girls leaned back into massive chairs coated in a shiny leather and fitted with massaging arms hidden beneath the skin. The soft hum of the chairs filled the background of their conversation while their feet splished down into heated reservoirs of water, soaking while their attendants bustled in the back of the salon gathering supplies. Both held bottles of polish, idly rolling the cool glass over their palms as they settled in.

"Well, it's actually a little shocking." Emily paused, as though she was adjusting the massage pressure behind her, lessening the purposefulness behind her words, adding a genuine flow to the information.

"Oh?" Curiosity drove the other woman to prod, walking into the set trap blindly. She leaned towards her arm rest, shifting her feet with a splash. "What'd you find out?"

"Well, I was sifting through local articles, trying to get a feel for what'd it'd be in, the living conditions and such." She paused until her mother's head bobbed with an 'I'm listening' expression. "And apparently, there's a problem with violence against women. There's a big council that's been doing studies on it and things, men there are driven to act violently and feel that they have to hold the power and have a right to sex, even when it's unwilling on the other end." Emily shivered lightly, the perfect period on her sentence.

"Oh my!" The woman's eyes made quarters, wide and round while a hand gripped at the armrest. "That's horrible!"

"Yeah, I think I'll try to figure out what you have to do to legally carry mace before I go, just in case since it's not really safe for women alone." Emily looked at her mother once, timing her statement just in time for their attendants to arrive, halting conversation with idle chatter of service employees as their feet fell into well-trained hands massaging them into a quiet, relaxed lull.

In the silence, Emily's statements churned, they fermented in her mother's mind. It's not really safe for women alone... Rang in the mother's thoughts while she dodged mindless questions, "How's that feel? Is it hot enough? This color?" Beside her, Emily basked in her success. She closed her eyes and felt her mother's building distress radiating off of her, the sign that she'd be rushing home to discuss the conversation with her father, who'd bring it up casually after her practice tomorrow, confirming that her mother hadn't exaggerated, then the plan would be laid.

"Why didn't I think of this earlier?" Emily thought to herself, watching a perfect ying-yang pattern form on her big toe in a glossy black and sharp white contract, "It's all about balance. I was putting in all the effort, but I just needed to add some weight and let the scale work itself out."

"Why did I let her get interested in China! I've seen their porn! Oh god! We are never watching that again! I'm telling Richard the moment we get home! That's going to be my little girl getting molested on a train! She's going to have her perfect white panties ruined by a horny gang! Oh god!"

And so, mother and daughter experienced the perfect afternoon of beauty, vengeance, and stress: a timeless combination.

**********

"Hey Em'?"

The door closed behind with a click, and Emily shifted her workout bag higher onto her shoulder before working towards the living room, finger combing through her wet hair as she went and hiding the little smirk curling her lips.

"Yeah?"

"First off, how was practice? Work hard?"

"Always do."

"Good, so, your mother came home spouting off this crazy stuff about China being a rape- fest. Is it really dangerous?" A concerned look knitted the man's forward, genuine concern for his only daughter apparent despite his casual tone.

Emily dropped her bag onto the floor and herself onto the couch with a little 'oof.' With one hand, she fished into her purse and plopped the mess of articles and pamphlets onto the coffee table, mixing headlines as the positive overlapped over their negative shadows. "Spectacular Architecture- Home of Violent Rapes! A Once in a Lifetime Experience- Ending with HIV! Warm Fresh Rice- With Fresh Semen Leaking Out Still!" Emily watched her father sift through the jumble, eyes serious and solemn.

"I'm thinking of figuring out the procedure for carrying mace." Emily explained, showing her logical planning and masking her true motive. "Plus, most activities will be in busy places, trains and streets are all bustling."

Richard flashed back to his wife's outburst, "Think of the porn, Richard! Trains! Streets! Everywhere is a place where a young woman can be forced into something she doesn't want! Have her legs spread! Be fondled! She can be driven to pleasure with the... Ah! Richard! I am not dirty-talking! Perhaps I should restart." He could hear her frantic screaming ringing in his mind still and her concerns expressed about Emily's safety shortly after as she purred into the pillows.

"Emily, you know I want you to be safe, right...?" Her father coughed, clearing his throat and mind in the safe gruff sound. She bobbed her head in a little nod, and he continued. "Well, I'm going to try to figure out somehow for you to avoid this hinderance on your experience because I know how long you've been dreaming of China."

The girl leaned into his side, dripping her wet hair onto his shirt. "Thanks, Dad. That means a lot to me."

"You being safe means a lot to me too, baby girl. So don't worry, I'll figure something out."

Emily grinned, giving him another hug before she returned to her room, pausing briefly at her brother's door to listen to the sounds from inside. A soft huff returned her eavesdropping, a deep voice grunting faintly, "Oh Kelsey!" and it's garbled response, "It's... Nng! AMBER!"

The sex didn't phase the girl since her plan continued on flawlessly, and it was only a matter of time.

The time came quickly, and as the family settled at the table for dinner, Emily saw a sharp focus in her father's eye- his "I have a message" -look. Sure enough, once their plates had been loaded and forks fit into fingers, he didn't pick up his own utensil.

"So, Kyle, your mother and I have grown concerned with the violence against women that's common in China. It's really not safe there for a girl alone, and for your sister's safety we would like you to study abroad in China with her."

"What? No! No way! She did this!" Kyle's eyes flared and glanced to his sister, who shrank back towards her dinner plate and remained silent.

"Kyle! This isn't about her wanting you along, this is about her safety as a young woman in a strange country that takes advantage of woman!"

"No! I will not sacrifice my opportunity in Norway to babysit."

"I was not asking you to sacrifice Norway." Her father paused, the sternness in his eyes hardening, steeling. "I'm telling you that your study funds will pay for a trip to China with your sister."

Kyle sputtered, "A-are you saying you'll rob me of my funds if I don't go to fuckin' China?"

"It's not robbery if it's my money funding your education, a rather luxurious thing for a parent to do in today's day and age, Kyle. So, if you want the luxury, you have to return a favor."

"I... I... Damn." Kyle froze, staring down at his plate and shooting a sharp glare that Emily felt stab against her shoulder. "Fine. I'll go be bodyguard."

"China, Norway, It's all the same if not in the U.S.A, right?"

**********

"Oh, Kyle! This is going to be so great! I got us our own housing through the Wu Kwan! It's a split apartment and it's real cheap, so we'll have extra in our funds to do things! It's a bit away from town, BUT it's really close to the railway that stops directly in front of the college! So it's really the best possible bargain." Emily chattered against the backdrop of the bustling airport. On either side of the siblings, people pressed into them, hauling with suitcases and purses overfilled with their supplies for the long flight across the ocean.

"Just think, in like eight hours we'll be in China! China!" Shorter than her older brother, Emily bounced against his arm. With every jostling jiggle of her excitement, she nudged into his arm and forcing him to then pass on her vibrations to the man squished too close to them on what appeared to be his return trip from a business mission, based on the wrinkled suit he wore and the simple laptop bag in one hand.

"Emily, calm down a little." Kyle urged with a worried glance at the glares darting towards them from some and the appreciative sneers at the sight of Emily's breasts bouncing within her simple tanktop, worn for traveling and not for containing. The front of her top bore swirling script, spelling out their college's name and the title attached to their program. Kyle had opted not to wear his own free top, instead hiding it in his bag already loaded onto the plane.

"Calm down!? How could I calm down when IN LIKE EIGHT HOURS WE'LL BE IN CHINA!" Emily squealed, sending the businessman darting away from them at the cost of his place in line to board.

"You're pissing people off." Kyle added with a stern look, trying to convey his message without her being insulted. He'd had to keep his own emotions in check since his parents blackmail since the loss of Norway hadn't been as light a blow as everyone assumed it'd be for the older of the siblings. In fact, it'd rather depressed him to see his chance at Norway slip through his fingers. Especially now, with Emily being irrational in her excitement, Kyle could feel his anger bubbling beneath the surface and didn't want to add to the irritation of their fellow passengers by making a scene with his volatile sister.

Emily's eyes skimmed the narrowed stares back at her before she quieted with a meek, "Oh." Instead, she tapped her foot and flipped through her guidebook, feverishly reading up on the country they'd soon be landing in- China.

**********

"Kyle!" Emily's voice jabbed into Kyle's throbbing ears with another punch of her excited voice. Since they'd left the airport and taken transport nearer to their housing, the girl hadn't stopped exclaiming his name and rambling about her next thought of girlish delight. So far, Kyle's head had been throbbing in a rampaging migraine for half an hour and he was eager to just get to his room.

On either side of each of the siblings, bags rumbled over the sidewalk with soft clicks of the wheels on concrete. With each step, they headed the short jaunt towards their housing. Behind them and circling around to encompass their entire backdrop was the city of Beijing. Buildings jutted into the sky in varying levels, filling in the sky with their heights. Like a million eyes, glinting windows stared them down from skyscrapers. The famous city, at the edge of their sight and forming their horizon, still bustled with action, but from where they stood look frozen like a photograph.

Suddenly rising against the distant backdrop of the cramped city, a chain link fence walled off a bustling plot of land, contrasting the still appearance of the far away metropolis. Stalls with loud, English- speaking vendors summoned hurrying, Western tourists closer with glittery trinkets, stuffed souvenirs, and rigged games. Rings flew onto bottlenecks, balloons popped under dull-tipped darts, ducks were plucked from artificial ponds, and prizes changed hands. Itty- bitty stuffed animals went across the divide from vendor to child and oversized plushed plopped proudly into beaming girlfriends' grasps. Against the backwall of the park, an aged ferris wheel reached into the sky. Old fashioned bulbs covered the metal arms of the ride, lighting up the entire circle in twinkling, flashing lights.

At the quaint sight, Emily's eyes widened. The park held a recevoir of Western visitors who poured out of exits with bags filled with cheap souvenirs and stuffed animals and their own tops covered with branded t-shirts from the theme park- a big ferris wheel logo in glossy finish. Against the gate at the entrance, a sight advertised- "Wala World re-opened!" Balloons floated up from the sgin in a burst of red and yellow against the blue sheet of sky cast behind them. From the entrance looking in, the paths of the park, though cramped with travelers, were tidy and neat. The stalls all matched with petite awnings covering their participants. Signs marked directions clearly, sending one left for food, right for games, and straight ahead for animal exhibits.

Emily's eyes peered in through the opened portion of the gates, obviously intrigued as they ambled past towards their double house, appearing a mere hundred meters down from the small theme park. A simple white fence reached the edge of the property, but no gate left it open to a tidy path up to the house. Deep brown siding covered the house, contrasting the white around the windows on either side, sitting to the side of each of the two doors, each door with its own miniature porch. The roof swept out slightly, the edges curling up slightly like ageing paper. Emily's arm shot out to point up towards the classic shape of the roofing with a squeal, "Look at this! We ARE in China! China!" She giggled delightfully, making Kyle rubbed at his temple with a small sigh.

Before Emily's squealing could escalate, the left-side door opened to reveal a petite, middle-aged woman. She nodded to them, walking slowly closer. "Welcome," She murmured, English lightly accented with her traditional Chinese lilt. "You must be my Western visitors. Come, I will show you the house."

She turned and lead the way up the short walk to the right-side door that led into house. Stepping inside, their eyes swept the wallpapered walls. Old relics covered the few surfaces in the room, including a squat panda statue resting on a short platform on the mantle. Emily peered down at the carved out creature, tracing along its sad looking eyes.

While the siblings drifted through the room, poking curiously at small trinkets and dropping their bags in the narrow hall that led to the bedroom, the woman stood near the door. "My name is Chen, I'm happy you are staying for a year more. I love Western tourists. Thanks to that my park was able to re-open! They spend so much!" Her face broke with small wrinkles when she smiled, lining the edges of her lips with short scratches of lines.

Emily smiled at the woman. "I'm happy I'm staying for a year also! Thank you for having us! Is that your park right over there? Wala- World?" Kyle glanced towards the conversation, listening though he didn't partake in the chitchat.

"Yes! It's not big! We have a ferris wheel though, people like to sit up top and see Beijing."

"You can see Beijing! Kyle, we've gotta try that!"

The woman laughed good-naturedly and nodded. "You should ride the wheel, but not tonight. Here is key." She gingerly set the metal key onto the small table by the door, into a dish engraved with the sweeping character for 'welcome.' She pivoted and turned to leave, Emily interrupted her exit.

"Before you go, Miss Chen. DO you have any good tips for me and Kyle as new travelers here?"

Chen didn't hesitate, just looking over her shoulder before speaking, "It's best not to trust anyone you meet. Be wary of strangers. China is a mystical place full of mystical strangers." With that, she smiled curtly and shut them into their temporary home.

Each tiring after the long day, the two quietly unpacked into the tight dressers in the small shared room of the rented side of the house and then, retired to bed with curt, lazy goodnights.

**********

The next day, the shrill calls of their phones roused them from bed in time for their first day of classes. Sitting up in bed, Kyle ran a hand over his rumpled hair. "Shit," He mumbled suddenly, eyes widening with realization. "I had an empty time slot and I forgot to ever sign up for the morning class."

Emily, who was bent over at her dresser plucking out clothes to take with to the small, half bath, looked back at her groggy brother. "Oh, don't worry about it. I signed you up for Chinese Martial arts in the morning."

"You what?" Kyle sat up higher, the lingering sleep shucking off at his sister's surprising admittance.

"I noticed when I was signing up for classes that you didn't have a morning class, so I signed you up for Chinese Martial arts with me- it'll be a good exposure to what I do at the Wu." Her tone stayed light, flippant, as though she'd done nothing wrong.

"You noticed? How did you notice? That information isn't just displayed unless you checked every class roster to ensure my name wasn't on one for the morning period?!" Silence ticked past in response to his outraged question, telling silence. "God Damn, Emily! What can't you just leave well enough alone!"

Another moment ticked past, the shell-shocked girl not moving an inch. "You know what?" Kyle demanded rhetorically, rising out of bed in a huff. "I'm not going! I refuse to take a class I didn't sign up for!"

"So what? You're just going to take a 0 on the class? You're going to throw away a time slot? You have to take a physical education credit anyways, this can be it." Emily's voice stayed steady, controlled this time.

"God damn. You're right." Kyle growled, grabbing a fist full of clothing from his dresser and brushing past the girl to the bathroom, leaving her in the empty room, alone.

**********

Showered and changed, the sibling were lined up with the other students of the early morning Chinese Martial arts class. In front of their neat line, the short, Chinese teacher paced and ranted for several minutes about the importance of discipline and hygiene when practicing Martial Arts. As he chattered, Kyle's eyes studied the room curiously.

Simple plaques hung on the white walls, displaying the teacher's qualifications in tight Chinese lettering. A matt covered most of the floor, leaving a small path to the doors out of the classroom and into the locker room area. The other students all wore similar, traditional costumes for the sport, while Kyle wore mere workout clothing, making him look like a lost tourist and not an international Chinese-studying student, which was what he was. "Professor Wing Wang must think I'm a joke." Kyle thought to himself with a sour sneer sliding onto his face as he monologued in his head. "I'm gonna get my ass handed to me because I don't know what the hell I'm doing in this samurai shit class." He looked to the other students, and suddenly, something occurred to the sour young man.

"I've got a good two feet on everyone here!" The teacher's baldspot brushed beneath his nose, as if to solidify his point. "I've got TWO FEET on everyone! Chinese Martial Arts can kiss my ass if being double the size of these midgets doesn't give me an advantage."

With a few simple stretching routines, the class started and Kyle fell into a partnership with the tallest of the 'midgets.'

"Hi. Xiao Yan." A small, smooth hand respectively shook Kyle's larger one, dwarfing it easily.

"Kyle." He grunted out his name, focusing on copying the stretching movements of the teacher's body in the mirror without ripping out one of his stiff muscles in the process. Out of the corner of his eye, Kyle eyed Emily easily falling into the stretch, wriggling and sighing happily as her well-trained body fell easily into the process of practice, unlike Kyle's who hadn't done anything besides lift weights.

"You been doing martial arts for long?" Xiao asked, eyeing his partner like the man himself eyed his sister.

"No!" Kyle chuckled, "Can you tell?"

"Yeah! You look a little out of place here, scheduling error?" Xiao fell into an effortless pose, copying the teacher while Kyle moved his attention to copy Xiao.

"Actually, my sister signed me up for this class. She's a bit of a brat." Kyle felt his shoulder seemingly pop out of the socket and drop onto the floor to die, but with a small glance to it he saw it was still in place, just throbbing uncomfortably from the stretching.

"Why'd she do that? Some kind of joke?"

"No, she wanted me to take it with her. She's some kind of dujo nut. No offense."

The Chinese student laughed warmly, lightly punching the westerner's arm. "None taken! If it's not your thing, it's not your thing. Which one is your sister?" He proposed the question as they shuffled to the edge of the mat, clearing room for sparring practice to start- allowing the instructor to study everyone's levels and skills.

Kyle pointed Emily out just as she finished the respectful bow to her partner and fell into her sance. Her eyes flashed with the jolt of excitement she got with ever fight, whether in sparring or in a full-blown competition. With the first move, her voice rang out through the room as her eyes blazed. Every move slammed forward, pushing her sparring partner across the mat, holding control of the floor and overpowering the slight Indian girl easily.

"Woah..." Xiao drooled, his mouth hanging open at the sight of the American girl, flawlessly acting out the moves with such determination in her gaze. "She fights full of fire!"

As the fight settled into the steady exchange of controlled blows, the other classmates pulled back from the space and two clumped in with Kyle and Xiao. With a small bounce of a long, sleek ponytail, a short, toned girl stepped into the forming quadruple than Kyle stood in the near center of.

"Hey there, fellow American?" Her hand stuck out expectantly waiting for a handshake, which Kyle delivered while his eyes swept habitually over the girl's form. Standing up to the bottom of his pecs, the girl was quite slight, but toned muscles showed in her arms- bare in a tank top over her fabric pants. Her legs too, though hidden, were obviously powerful in the way she held herself, confident in her stance in a boyish way. Her chest too, flat with just the faintest curve of breasts, mimicked that of a boy, rather than a girl- though she had a soft, female voice that was undeniably feminine. "I'm Ceci."

"Kyle," he countered. "You been doing this long? It sure looks like it."

A little nod bounced the ponytail again. "I've been doing all sorts of different physical trainings throughout school. I want to be a fitness trainer and nutritionist, but I want to be diverse in the training, so that I have a wide range of experience for all sorts of people someday. I've been taking two forms of martial arts, rock climbing, science behind running, weight training..." Her list prattled off a few more activities before she shrugged, "Just building a repertoire. How about you? You seem... out of sorts here."

"My sister signed me up for it." HIs hand flicked towards his sibling, still in the practice fight, before he nodded to the fourth of the group whom had remained quiet until Kyle gestured to him and he greeted the three collectively. "You?"

"I'm John. This is an elective for me. I've done it a few times, as a kid." His English, though clear, clung to the slight mispronunciations of a native Chinese speaker and his slight size had him speaking his limited English into Kyle's chest.

"So you enjoy it?"

John chuckled, slapping a hand again a thin, chicken leg. "When I was younger I had hoped it'd help me build muscle, but it turns out I'm just meant to be a walking twig- so now it's just fun and games, growing up in China, it's more like baseball to you- everyone tries it out."

Ceci chuckled, nodding along. "That makes sense." Then, one of her petite hands waved to the dazed Xiao who hadn't torn his eyes off of the fighting girl's form since she's shouted her first battle grunt. "And you?"

He blinked, looking to her with a hazy stare. "I'm Xiao. I grew up here. My father owns Oni Towers in Beijing. I've been training in Chinese martial arts since I was a kid, it's a hobby- but it's serious enough. I've won a few competitions, here and there." He shifted and Kyle got a soft wift of earthy cedarwood cologne clinging to his chest beneath the work out clothes, and he noted that even when distractedly chattering, the young Asian had spoken with intelligent, studied English language and no hint of his own accent, truly educated in speaking to Americans and other Westerners. While thin and short in comparison to Kyle, Xiao had more beef than spindly John and showed a definite shape and muscle beneath his fabric outfit.

"Your English is nearly perfect. Have you studied it since birth?" Ceci inquired, curiously studying the boy while he ignored her gaze and kept his eyes on the practice area, tracking the motions back and forth and the exchanged hits.

"Yep. I learned English and Chinese together as a toddler. As a child I added French and German, then I learned dialects of Chinese in high school. Now, I study Italian and Portuguese." He paused a moment, swallowing as a blush idly colored his darker skin. "My father fully believes its easier to fuck people over in business if you can easily speak their language, how they speak it. He speaks nearly every dialect in this region of China and the major regions he does trade and he speaks 14 other languages. Our house is a unique mixture. Some nights we speak French at the table, others German, Portuguese, English often, Chinese often..." He trailed off, oblivious to the stares of the other three.

"Holy crap, Xiao. How'd you learn anything else other than languages at that point!" Kyle joked, chuckling, but when Xiao ignored their jests they moved on without him, comparing stories of growing up in China versus America and analyzing their different foods. Xiao stayed silent, though he'd taken expensive classes in food commentary also, and instead watched Emily from across the room. Still fighting, her dedication didn't waver. Her partner, a well-trained student, matched her skill, but her passion- he did not. Her hair, tied into a braid when she'd walked into the class, had started to unravel like a breaking rope, with wisps escaping out and dancing against her neck, sticking to the faint sheen of sweat there at the dip of her throat. Her top loosened, glimpsing the tank top beneath than hugged to her breasts, bouncing with every shift of her feet, though she didn't slow. Little pants puffed out from parted lips, but her blocks moved up with practiced reflexes. Following a hard block, she burst forward with a sharp kick, but controlled- hitting him in the flesh of his thigh instead of a true- combat location of the groin, keeping her control. Her fists jutt out after, striking to both of the others blocks while a knee sneaks up and slams into his stomach, stealing out a surprised grunt.

"Such form... Such control... Her body must be trained to the point of tiredness having no effect. Like the warrior, she rages on, but like the goddess she clings to natural beauty much like a leaf clutching to a slipping drop of dew." Xiao murmured to himself, earning raised eyebrows from his companions, though they left him to his commentary. His cheeks heated at the sight of her chest heaving, making the flesh of her tits jiggle and shift with every move, showing their shape clearly in the thin top beneath her cover. Her shoulders started to show as hard jabs dislodge the careful collar of their practice garb. Her skin, soft and pink, drew the watcher's eyes, making him swallow again as a hand brushed to his hot cheeks.

"She's so perfect." Xiao murmured, never wavering his stare off from her. "I must have her." His gaze, so unyielding, burned on the girl's back, and Emily felt the stare; yet, her concentration blocks her from glancing his way, checking who stares until a shout rings through the practice room.

"And rest!"

At the call of the match, she dropped into a tired bow and then glanced towards the looker, only to have Xiao drop his gaze and leave her looking to a group of four, none of whom showed clear signs of having been the one who watched her. Seeing Kyle's familiar, towering shape in the crowd, her heart fluttered. "Was he watching me?" She thought to herself, biting onto her lip to control the smile that wanted to burst forth. "He was watching me fight! He must have been impressed! I did well!" She hurried to the drinking fountain, cooling her throat and heating mind at the same time while Xiao shuffled closer, eyeing her wide backside as she bent to drink.

Then, Kyle and John were called to practice, and Emily spun to watch. Her finger rests against her lip, thoughtfully tapping to her teeth as she nibbled on the soft flesh surrounding her nail. Towering over the shorter, thinner opponent, Kyle easily took the headway and blew simple blows to John's shoulders and chest, but even so Emily's eyes locked onto him. His muscles strained in his t-shirt, showing the biceps that bulged with every jab out. Her abs, outlined faintly by the shirt, seemed to tighten when he shifted out of the way of John's attempts. His size, the muscles- he oozed with power. Emily shivered, touching her own flushed cheeks and bent to drink again, trying to let the cool water control her heating frame. "If he was watching me, perhaps that means he's seen something too... I know I've seen something..." She practically purred, stealing another glimpse of his thick biceps as he bent in an ending bow already- though he didn't leave the mat.

Instead, the instructor sent Xiao, a sturdier and better trained opponent for the American with a size advantage. "Perhaps one a bit taller might take on the great!" The teacher presented with a chuckle, making the few gathered nearest to him collecting brownie points that he dropped giggled maniacally.

The practice started with the traditional respects, but then fell into the same back and forth Emily had been into, though Kyle's size different was the only thing balancing him against Xiao's training and skill. While Kyle could easily punch harder and pass by Xiao's blocks from above, Xiao was quicker, lighter, and more controlled than the lumbering attempt at an attacker. So, jabs were exchanged back and forth, Xiao working Kyle around the mat. Emily watched, enraptured. She gnawed on her fingernail, staring at Kyle's form, shifting over the space. His butt pulled tight, back tapering down, and his lean, but powerful legs faced her one second, then his biceps lined up with her greedy stare, before shifting to show his pecs that flexed before a punch outwards.

She licked her lips, feeling them crackle dryly under her tongue. She swallowed. A hand pressed to her breastbone, feeling the quickening beat of her heart. Fantasies, sweaty and heated fantasies, came to mind watching her brother fight and seemed to get the better of her when her own body lingered at its excited edge, awakened with exercise and now ignited with the show of him.

Much like she had to him, Xiao felt the stare towards him, and mistakenly took Emily's eyes to be on him. Admiration showed plainly in her wide, doe eyes, and his ego swelled. "Well, well... Look who's got it in the bag!" He thought to himself, forgetting to dodge a blow that tripped him to the corner of the mat where the ending shout stopped the practice.

"Good work, American giant!" The teacher praised, gingerly tapping Kyle's sweaty shirt. "Now go take long shower, you reek." The students already tested started to file out into the locker room lobby area, where doors separate the genders. Kyle brushed quickly towards the door, barely glancing at Emily- much to her dismay- but Xiao sauntered up to the girl lingering by the drinking fountain.

"Hey. I'm Xiao."

She blinked, looking him over once before she gave a small nod. "Emily."

"I was watching you fight..." When no response came, Xiao smiled and added brightly, "You were inspiring out there! So full of fire!" That brought a grin onto the girl's lips, thinking of her brother standing with this boy earlier.

"Perhaps they were talking about me!" She giggled internally, though outwardly, a small tweak of a smile reached her lips. "Yeah? You think so?" Her words meant, though spoken as you, to her obviously meant Kyle; to Xiao, her words meant, more definitely, him.

"Oh yes! You inspired me! I've been doing martial arts for years, but today I truly felt inspired." He hesitated for just a moment, but then continued bravely. "And I'd like to celebrate your inspiring nature, if you'd do me the honor, at dinner."

Emily's face crinkled backwards. "What?" Then she shook her head quickly, clearing her addled mind. "I'm sorry. Not that. No. No. No. No, thank you." She recovered, leaning up off the wall and turning towards her locker room door. "Thank you again. I'm flattered."

Then, she slipped into the locker room, leaving Xiao staring after her with his mouth hanging open like a fish dropped onto the deck of the boat, so unsure of the world he couldn't even shut his mouth. "Buh... buh... I'm rich!" He scoffed to himself, starting to pout as he turned towards his own locker room. A scowl forming on his brow by the time he crossed the threshold into the sweaty cavern. "I'm rich! Cao!

Tossing his shirt onto the wooden bench in front of his locker, Xiao continued to mutter to himself, swearing between every few words until he hit the shower and heard Kyle humming to himself, "What you gonna do with that big fat butt? Wiggle... wiggle... hmmm."

Xiao grinned to himself, nodding slightly with sudden clarity. "I'm rich!"

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Tipping his head back into the spray of the hot shower, steam building up around his face and hiding him in the misty cloud, Xiao hummed out into the shower room. Excitement jostled his feet over the tile floor, sliding over the slick flooring in jaunty steps with the sting of rejection fading into excitement at his own ability to sooth his woes with money and his recent connection. "I wanna be a billionaire so fuckin' bad, buy all the things I've never had. Uh, I wanna be on top while you're screamin' my nammmme...."

A hand rubbed into his hair, dislodging the last of the lingering bubbles of shampoo before his singing silenced as his face plunged into the water, and he flicked off the water with a dog-like shake of his head. Grabbing for his towel, he trotted after Kyle, who'd just exited the showering area moments before.

"Dude, what was that all about? I made it in the locker room and you didn't come in with?" Kyle asked, sifting through the messy tangle of clothing in the bottom of his locker.

"I asked your sister out to dinner. I was real charmin' too, a gentleman. I practically wrote poetry right there at the drinking fountain! But she shot me down! Didn't even make up an excuse! Just... nope!"

Kyle grimaced, breaking eye contact as he jumped into his boxers. "That's too bad, man. She's a brat though, better off."

"Well, I was thinking of something that'd make the rejection a little... smoother. Something that give me a little extra later on... replace the time I would have spent on the date... If you could just snatch her panties for me as a little... bonus."

Kyle blinked, looking at Xiao with one leg frozen halfway down its pant leg and his mouth dropped into a little 'O', "What the heck? No? No!" His forehead wrinkled with a cringe before shaking slightly, clearing the image.

Xiao, pants on but his slim chest bare, stepped closer to Kyle. "No, no. Don't be weird, man. It's cool. It's not nearly that weird here. This IS China remember?"

"Dude, you just said that it's weird, but not THAT weird since we're in China. How does that help me at all? She's going to be following me back to America!"

"How about for money? I planned to go big for this dinner, so I'll just give the cash to you instead for my replacement. Whaddya say? $200 in your American dollars? Your own personal study fund? A little spending money to pad your pockets?" Xiao leaned closer and closer with every additional question, murmuring into Kyle's ear.

The larger boy hesitated, rolling the idea through his head. An extra $200 bucks would get him on his own day trips, away from classmates and his sister, he could snag a chick of his own with some cash, dinner, dessert... He shook his head, "No, I can't."

Xiao clucked his tongue, shaking his head slightly before he shifted back and turned towards the exit. "That's too bad, I think it would have been fitting revenge for sticking you in martial arts with the girl for an entire semester." Then, he slipped out the door with a bag slung over his shoulder and his nose tipped up, just slightly, with a proud, comfortable air.

Kyle stood staring after him, looking after the man so settled into his desires that he'd just buy what he wanted to jack off to. He chuckled for a moment, but he couldn't dismiss the exchange. "It would have been fitting revenge, that brat..." He grumbled, shaking his head. "Sticks me into something just because she likes it, sticks me in an entire country just because she likes it! Brat!"

His jaw clenched tighter. "Argh! She's been a self-serving twerp since she graduated from junior high! She grew boobs and an irritating sense of self at the same time! Instead of hormones, she got a talent for being a nagging, interfering maggot." He grunted, hefting his bag onto his shoulder and rushing towards the door.

"If she gets to be focused on herself twenty- four- seven, the least I can do is score me a little extra cash!"

Out in the hall, Xiao's jet black hair stuck out amongst the gathered collection of international students, and he lunged after him. "Xiao! Xiao! I'll do it!" His hand waved, and once catching the boy's eyes lowered till they stood side by side. "I'll do it."

Xiao just smiled, nodding slightly as he shucked a $50 bill off of the bundle inside his wallet containing otherwise Chinese yen. The sharp paper crinkled as it pressed against Kyle's palm, and as Xiao trotted off down the hall, Kyle fingered the edge of the fresh, crisp bill and considered the next step.

Before he could waste too much time wondering, the next step appeared in the mass of bodies moving to and fro through the hall, darting into open classroom doors and plunking into chairs and study tables scattered about. Emily's wet, kinked hair poked familiarily out of the crowd in its mused style it always formed into after a shower. Her workout bag hung from her shoulder, jostling with every step.

"Perfectt." Kyle hurried after her, lips forming into a slight smile as his fingers found her arm and curled gently around her bicep, making her gasp softly. "Hey, hey" he greeted, then without pausing for a response added, "Do you have gum? Can I have a piece?"

Emily blinked with confusion. Kyle rarely sought her out, but she nodded with a slowly forming smile and dropped her bag off her shoulder and onto Kyle's arm. He shifted back, letting stragglers dart between them and shield him as a hand fished into the pain pouch. His fingers sifted through the tangle of her pant legs and the loose strings of the top until the small, warm bundle of her worn socks and underwear met his fingertips. Clutching a grasp around them, he jerked his hand back and jammed it into his pocket, concealing the bundle of stolen garments as Kyle lunged back to her and deposited the bag back onto her arm and dashed back down the hall.

Watching his back meld into the other classmates swarming the hall, an absent smile reached onto Emily's lips as she felt her bag swinging on her shoulder, slightly lighter than before. She hoisted it up slightly, pivoting on her toes with a little skip forward and into her classroom.

In his own classroom, Kyle slid a hand down into his pocket to where the little bundle sat nestled against the shape of his pocket, jutting out faintly. Her heat clung to the gabric, faintly warming the fingertips that gingerly pressed to it, first to the coarse outer roll of her socks but them down further, so his palm sat against the rougher fabric and his fingers found the softest, satiny cotton of her panties. Faintly, the musk from her sweat and the spice of her natural, womanly smell escaped from the bounds of his pocket, tickling to his nose. His fingers brushed into the fabric, rubbing along the slightly damp, sweat-laden sole of her sock with a curious type of touch and inching up to glide over her panties till a warm, wet patch caught his fingertip, excitement smearing onto his finger pad. He squeaked aloud and the hand darted out. For a moment, he stared blankly forward, but then his hand snuck up so his nose could curiously sniff her scent from his finger. The front of his jeans hid a sudden twitch of his shaft as a twinge of excitement shot down his spine at the rich scent, even so faintly on his fingertip second hand off her garment. He gulped and dropped both hands onto his desk, shoving them into the task of taking notes and ignoring the fragrant bundle in his pocket.

Classes passed for both the sibling in mirrored manners.

For Kyle, class offered a diversion that kept him from hyper focusing on the panties curled into a scroll in his pocket. He'd seen Xiao once, but the boy had brushed him off and told him a locker to stop by after class. With every page of notes filled, when he'd want to lean back and relax his hands while the teacher repeated himself a few times before moving on, he's remember the damp patch on her panties, the spice of her excitement on his fingers, the glossy wetness that coated his finger tips. His notes, for one thing, were impeccable.

For Emily, class forced a diversion that kept her from daydreaming about Kyle's strange behavior. She'd see him fighting in her memory, muscles bulging and feel the ghost of his touch on his arm, lightly holding onto her with just a hint of the power he'd displayed in their shared class. Her lips kept drying while her panties kept doing the opposite, excited and unsure for what would follow the thievery from her bag.

So, with both their days passing in their respectable hazes, it wasn't surprising when on the way to her final class of the day, a practice hour of an elective kung-fu, that Emily's mind was elsewhere. Muffled songs buzzed between her humming lips, melodies in her head guided her swaying hips, and daydreams clouded her her eyes leading her to mistake the symbols on the dressing room doors. Where the correct door read 'Female,' the door that swung shut behind the sashaying Emily read 'Male.'

Smelling the bite of urine and sweat, Emily's focus snapped into the present to see a single male. Though her first instinct was to flee, race out the door and never return, something caught her eye. The familiar shade of teal on the panties she'd worn earlier weaved through the boy's fingers, pressed up to his nose from which, in the silence, she could hear raspy breathing puffing through the soft, thin fabric.

"What are you doing?" she demanded, stepping forward to see the face of the boy from earlier, Xiao, who she'd rejected. In his hands, as she'd expected, were her panties in a neat bundle. The crotch presented outwards, the faint splotch of her excitement earlier stilling slightly staining the fabric with lingering wetness. An additional form of wetness smeared onto the cotton, thicker globs than she'd produced watching Kyle fight during martial arts.

"Where the hell did you get those?" She shouted, spotting her neat, white socks in his other hand, pressed awkwardly to his thigh. Xiao shrunk back at her loud voice, but didn't seem necessarily frightened, only uncomfortable by her anger.

"Why don't we just calm down, hmm?" Xiao murmured, scooting down the length of the bench to build a greater distance between the two of them.

Emily closed the distance with a lunge forward, a jabbing finger leading the way. "Why don't you take your royal 'we's' and shove them up your ass and then tell me where you got my underwear before I add those right up there with your prissy forms of speech!?"

"Emily! Don't freak out!"

"Oh don't you tell me what to do, you panty-nabbing punk!" Her first connected with his shoulder first, knocking his backwards off the squat bench. Then, her foot punched out into his stomach, obviously knocking the tip of something sensitive by the girlish squeal that escaped. "I'll tell you what to do though! Tell. Me. Where. You. Got. Them."

"I can't! Jesus!"

"Wrong!" Her foot flicked up into his crotch square this time, no mercy in the swift kick with her toes, hard enough to curl him into a ball with his nose smearing onto the ground.

"Oh! Ciao! Fuck! You're a crazy woman! I got them from your brother! Kyle! Kyle sold them to me for $200! Happy!?"

A mere second ticked past in silence before a sharp exhale broke into the air like a knife, and Emily's chest heaved forward with a sucking sob. Tears trickled out of her eyes suddenly, drooling mascara down the edges of her face as she spun from Xiao's sight and burst from the locker room, brushing past the door of her last class and down the hall to escape out the front doors of the school.

By the time Emily had reached the front porch, tracks covered her face edge with the gray, watered down smear of her eye makeup, snot dotted the insides of her nose with a wet sniffling sound, and her voice rasped worn out from sobbing. Coming from her own door with a small watering bucket, Chen froze at the sight of the crying American.

"Oh my. What's wrong, sweet girl? Come inside! I'll make some tea, and we can talk." A aged, wrinkled hand helped Emily into the house, guiding her into a petite kitchen where a ceramic teapot sat on the stove, heating water with the flick of the burner to 'on.'

Emily settled onto one of the rickety bar stools and soon cupped a steamy, amber-colored tea with both hands, letting the steam soothe her red, dry nose that'd reached its limit of tearful sniffling.

When her sobbing quieted to merely leaking droplets that arched across her cheek and pooled against her nose, Chen gave a small nod. "Now, tell me what's got you so upset."

"W-well, I was so glad when he finally stole my underwear! B-buh-but then he goes and sells them off! Instead of using them himself!" The older woman stared at the younger girl's face, captured in a flushed, emotional glow. "I never felt so neglected! I did so much to get him here in China, to get us together for a year! A whole year! And when I felt him watching me during martial arts I was s-so sure that he'd finally seen me! Noticed me! Then, he stole my panties! I couldn't focus! I just kept thinking how that was the first step! B-but then the little fucker Xiao had them! He sold them! He's gotta learn. It's not fair what he did! Neglecting me..." She trailed off, sniffling again over the lip of her teacup while Chen nodded thoughtfully, supplying her a folded tissue before she spoke.

"Dear American girl, I see. How about you take a step back. I'll give you two free tickets to Wala World for you and your brother, you wanted to see the ferris wheel, yes?" The teary-eyed girl bobbed her head and sucked snot into her throat. "Good, well you can do that together, and then give him some tea- special tea, you see. It was passed from my grandmother to me, from across the sea, this tea. It will help you as it has helped me. Then, your brother will see what he needs to be."

Emily's mouth lowered into an awed circle, whether at the Chinese woman's ability to rhyme in English or at the possibility she presented remaining unknown, but she agreed wholeheartedly, thanking the woman profusely. Taking the tickets and then a final sympathetic pat on her shoulder, Emily returned to their side of the house and settled onto the couch, idly flipping through her required reading book- though she didn't comprehend a word of it while she waited for Kyle to return home.

When at last the front door opened to reveal prize number

P, Emily had fake-read the entire book twice! She smiled warmly at him, mimicking her normal, affectionate self as she fluttered the tickets up in the air.

"Wanna join me at the infamous Wala World?" She paused a beat, a smile stretched onto her face. "The landlady gave me a couple free tickets for us to check it out and relax on our first full day! It'll give us a chance to see Beijing from the ferris wheel! Plus, it'd be rude not to go after she let us in for free."

Kyle eyed her, searching for some trick in the offer or some tension in her face that suggested she planned to dump him off the ferris wheel in retaliation for stealing her intimate garments, but she seemed her usual cheerful self, in fact, she seemed carefree. He assumed she'd calmed down after arriving in China because she was caught up in the thrill of finally being where she'd dreamed to be, the thought brought a brief splash of bitterness, but he pushed it aside before guilt took its place for his thievery. On the other side, for Emily, she struggled to keep herself contained and to naturally fall back into her adoring role of sister, but it grew easier with every passing minute.

"Whaddya say? Wanna go be tourists?"

Kyle shrugged, "Sure! Why not, right?" As he plucked his jacket from the back of his chair and slid intos it's fleece arms, Emily grinned- she could name a few reasons why not, but she wouldn't let him know that. He'd know soon enough.

One by one, they slipped out the front door and towards the entrance of the park, falling into a pack with other tourists pressing through the narrow, congested gate. A tight rush of bodies shoved their way through the ticket gate, pushing and jostling until they escaped into the crowded paths. Westerns filled the park. Some wore exaggerated "native" clothing while others clung to their Abercrombie and Fitch with stitched brand names over their breasts. Falling into step with each other, they filed towards the booths first.

"Mmm! Smell!" The soft, delicate scent of sweetened rice rolls filled their flaring nostrils and the two hurried into a packet of people receiving the petite treats steaming in paper dishes. Standing shoulder to shoulder, they timidly bit into the hot treat, cooing in unison at the faint taste.

Chewing on rice, they stared as a pot-bellied man coated with curling hairs swallowed a sword and flashed unsuspecting tourists from beneath his kilt, though that didn't appear to be part of the act.

Giggling at the memorized wide eyes of frightened Americans, they watched a painted geisha dancing on a raised platform. Her lips pulled into a coy smile, rimed with a bright red while pale white coated her face and transformed her into a living doll. Practiced, graceful steps moved her over the small space, transfixing Emily for a short beat before they continued on to toss darts onto overinflated balloons.

"Pop! Look at this little lady! You won a stuffed panda!" The vendor shouted into the crowd, trying to prove that prizes did leave his booth. Emily squealed with girlish delight and, taking the small plush, turned to a short boy beside her at the booth with his own hands empty of the quarters required to play.

"Here you go. You're a winner too." She murmured, smiling sweetly before she added, "Whatcha gonna name it?"

With both eyes widened into doe-like ovals of admiration for the stranger, the boy stammered out several thank yous before he considered the question. "I'm gonna name it Kyle!" Emily eyed the bear's wispy, elongated eyelashes, but merely smiled. "That's my brother's name!"

The boy pointed up to the tall American hovering by them, waiting to travel on from the booth. "Him?" At Emily's nod the boy chuckled and swelled his chest up proudly, "He'd make a good panda!" Then, he skittered off into the swell of the crowd leaving the siblings to continue onto the famous ferris wheel.

"Woah!"

"It's much smaller up close."

"The line is a mile long! I've never seen so many people!"

"You know what, I think I can see Beijing just fine from the ground..."

So, they trotted past the stuffed ride and past an arrow painted, "Animals." The paths started to widen, housing kiosks surrounded with glass enclosures for colorful frogs and fat snakes, perched on logs and hidden in leaves. Dirty fingerprints and smears from runny noses marked the panes, and the two hurried past instead to a lively pen of red pandas.

"Look! Treats!"

"Let's feed them!"

Carefully, they dropped plump cookies down a feeding tube into the exhibit, watching the furry beasts race to the opening of the tunnel to pluck up the gift. Captivating them, the red animals reaped a pile of cookies and held onto a large crowd of westerns, pouring their quarters into the treat machine and food into their cage.

Once their pockets had emptied of change, Emily and Kyle continued through the lazy loop, pausing at exhibits here and there and playfully people watching. Emily thought back to their times as kids, when going to amusement parks together was nothing new, when they'd been the sad-eyed kids at the game booths without coins and the snotty toddlers poking at snakes. It brought back a wistful smile to imagine them so close, before the years and their ages had distanced them from a peaceful time when baths together and games of doctor were normal, cute even. Now, checking him for a cold would have been photo-worthy in an entirely different manner. She opened her mouth, considering sharing the thought, but then clamped her jaws shut. She didn't need childish memories anymore, Kyle was no longer a squat boy in a cape. He was a thief, and he'd never be interested in checking her organs ever again, not on his own.

So, she commented on the crowds that had thinned since the sun started to dip in the sky and paint a red layer over the blue, splashing purple and pink into the clouds and swirling them into a sloppy sunset over the sky.

"Looks like closing time." Kyle observed, pausing beside a massive, plainly newly built enclosure covered in a rich, grassy landscape. Yet, when he leaned closer to inspect, no animals lived in the lush home.

Before Emily could speak up, Chen appeared out of the crowd waving a wrinkled hand at him. "No, no. Stay, stay." She settled beside them, cheeks rigidly crinkled with a small smile. Pouring tea out of a thermos and into a shallow cup, she advised Kyle, "Warm yourself for the night!"

Kyle took the cup, sniffing at it hesitantly before Chen chuckled, "Don't worry, I made it myself. Just old traditional Chinese tea." He shrugged, taking a long drink of the tea and thinking the elderly woman hospitable and most agreeable. As his throat gulped the warm drink down, both pairs of eyes watched as if they tracked the level of the liquid till it hit 0, and the glass left his lips.

"You know," Emily started, "It's been a long, long time since we've had a little one-on-one fight." Her lips pulled into a small smile, almost coy. "I've really improved with martial arts and I'd love to fight again like we used to, for old times sake." Her lips pressed together nervously, seemingly thinking of the possible rejection to the innocent, genuine request. Kyle saw no harm a bit a childish play in a closing park.

"Well you know too, that I proved my size to be an advantage earlier today, so you shouldn't get so cocky." His jacket shucked off his shoulders and revealed his bulging biceps, but Emily just giggled and smiled strangely. "I'll manage."

So, with his jacket pooling on the dirt, they moved to the grassy area. They fell easily into the back and forth of play fighting, batting at each other's hands through the air and swatting them down, circling around the self-set arena facing one another. Without talking, hearing her constant nagging, Kyle felt himself relax into the interaction with his sister. He felt a childish side of him rear up, delighting in the idle punching of one another's sibling. Confidence surged around him with the gentle tightness of flexing muscles. Only that morning in martial arts he'd dominated skilled fighters because of his size, surely Emily would be no different. He had almost a foot of height on her, lifting him up to tower above her as he lifted both arms up into a "come get me"- pose.

"Come on, Em'!" He taunted, smirking with poised preparedness. Her first lunge put her head somewhere at his chest, making him chuckle before cuffing the side of her head, sending her hair into a tangle. Feet shuffling with a lumbering ease, he easily blocked her punches while a hard knee stopped any of her sneaky footwork.

"How's you managing?" He teased, only to see the same self-confident smirk flash back to him as his well-trained sister darted around his body, getting a blow to his back before he spun around and charged forward to return it threefold. With a kick of one leg out, he sent her skittering to the edge of their silently decided ring and grunting sharply.

"Ha!" He thought to himself, unable to wipe the smirk off his face. "She wanted to fight so she could prove something, like she'd matured over the years and can top her big brother, but big brother is always gonna be bigger!" He laughed, and blurted out the observation he'd had to himself only moments earlier before he suddenly felt it was a lie. As she charged forward with another attack, where her head had before hovered mid-chest, it suddenly reached to his chin and her eyes were nearly lined with his own.

Kyle blinked, steadying his shuffling feet to fight from a standstill, "Must be dizzy." Emily circled around him, but while he tried to clear his spinning head, her brother dodged the blows from his set location, just pivoting and twisting to block her jabs.

"Stationary fighting style and still whooping you!" He cheered, flashing a cheery, devious smile before Emily landed a punch to his stomach, making him grunt with the surprising softness of his stomach. "Huh, must not have been flexing." He thought to himself, "I am out of practice." But, when he lunged back out to counter the blow, his arm seemed slower until sudden exhaustion seemed to pull down his arms. A heavy, tired ache captured his limbs. Her swatting hand seemed to squish into his softening body, sinking into him instead of bouncing of the compact muscles. His muscles slowed, contracting weakly and fluttering to her body more like a landing butterfly than blow. Girlish swats powered his fingers. "Gah! I'm out of shape!" He grumbled to himself, powered forward by the desire to beat his annoying sister, both in the expression and literally!

He chased after her around the ring, kicking for her weak knees and trying to catch a jab to her shoulder to offset her balance with his raised height, though the constant movement still distorted his perspective. He slowed by the third spin around their ring, leaving Emily doubling back to kick at his stomach with another jiggle.

"Kyle! Keep up!" She teased, laughing at her tiring brother as she noticed the shift downwards in height. What he saw as dizziness distorting where his sister's reached on his chest, Emily saw for the height change that it was. While before he'd been well over six feet, he'd shrunk down nearly five inches lower. At the same time, his body had softened around the waist, giving him a slight flare at his hips and a miniature bit of padding over his rippled abs.

His teeth gritted at her taunting, following with a series of forced, tense blows to her sides and shoulders before she skirted to his side and spun him around the circle again. Her feet kicked up towards his side, enjoying the subtle jiggle that developed with the softening of the muscle and the building of fat there, though he didn't notice. With each additional attack, his grunts got louder and morphed into gasps.

Chasing her around the ring, his feet started to stumble. His balance, thrown off by the differing shape of his form, started to fail as he tripped and scuffed his toes in to dirt. "All this spinning around!" He swore, oblivious while Emily watched curves define his sides. Her hands jutted out and jabbed to the softest patch of fat just on his hips, where girlish love handles jutted off his before tapering body.

"Come on, Kyle! Tired already?" She mocked, watching his face contort with frustration. He didn't understand why his body wasn't listening, yet he tried to hide it before a competitive stare.

"God Dammit!" He swore silently. "What is happening!? Why won't my feet work!? I'm all off!" His teeth grit together, annoyed at his sister's seeming lead in their fight, and he suddenly realized his confidence from the start wavered. "I might not win this."

"Kyyyyyle??" She crooned, calling his attention back from his mind before she punched him hard in the arm, only to have his tense muscle give a little jiggle. A smile burst over her face, seeing the muscles start to tire and weaken.

Then, they shrunk. His biceps deflated into limp balloons, soft and plush. His legs softened and jiggled when he circled around the ring after his sister's seemingly faster steps. Fat softened his arms and legs, then his sides with an extra level of padding that absorbed his sister's attacks with ripping jiggles. His thighs followed, filling out into full, brushing legs. He stumbled over himself, tripped up by the unfamiliarity of his own body.

"What the hell?" He muttered, trying to force his arm into a quicker swat to find it sluggish and weak compared to the image in his mind of it moment's earlier. His chest softened a step further, bouncing and jiggling with ever move and from everyone of his sister's jabs.

Frustrated, he tried to grab onto the girl's shoulder, thinking a grab might allow him time to drive his knee up rather than depend on his tiring, weakening arms. Watching his hands reach out, they seem smaller. Soft and pale, his hands appear like those on commercials, rubbing lotion gently over invisible dryness. His head shook, lips muttering confused swears as the dainty fingers struggled to grab ahold of his sister's comparatively meaty shoulder- only to have *her* knee shoot up and hit his gelatinous belly.

"Come on, Kyle! Keep up!" Emily taunted, unable to hid a wide, toothy grin as the perky dots of nipples pushed against her brother's shirt, rubbing to the fabric. She smacked towards the sensitive nubs when she released his shoulders and stepped back, drawing a shocked squeak from her baffled brother. He gingerly grazed her arm in retaliation, drawing a full-bellied chortle from the girl.

He growled, sending a leg flying up into a kick onto to see his toes point out like a ballerina flying into a pirotte rather than a roundhouse. Emily grabbed onto his shoe, deflating the tip where his toes suddenly no longer reached to, too petite within the oversized sneakers. "What the fuck?" He thought, kicking off one of the shoes to see smaller, cuter versions of his own feet. The hairs that used to sprout off his big toe, marking him as a "true man" when he'd been only 13 and he'd first noticed were suddenly gone, replaced with smooth, porcelain skin that looked like it would break like fine china.

"Argh!" He roared now, annoyed at his alien body. Again, he kicked out to his sister, this time catching her by surprise since she'd been inspecting his foot from her own angle, delighting in the gender bending. The kick caught her side, yet she didn't even stumble. Instead, she grabbed onto his ankle and grazed her fingers up the sole, making a giggle squeak out of the boy's lips!

"How cute!" Emily exclaimed, and Kyle stopped trying to kick her. Instead, his arms flew out in angry punches, each one seeming to deflect right off of her and only make his soft knuckles throb. With every failed attempt, his frustration grew.

"What is wrong with me? Kyle, get your shit together! This is your little sister! It's been a long day, sure! But come on!" His shoulder rolled forward, his legs lunged, and his body forced all its effort and power into the punch, but still Emily merely rolled as it hit her and came off without even flinching. Then, she jumped forward and landed a blow to Kyle's jaw that had him bite his lip, crying out weakly.

"Fuck! That hurts!" Emily laughed, pausing to put a hand cheekily up to her "shocked" face. "Oh my! Did someone break a nail!?"

"Shut up!" Kyle shouted, lunging for her again, only to trip with the brush of her plump thighs together. Emily smirked, jumping around to rub her ass against his face, as evil brothers do to their sister they're young. Her plump, pert ass cheeks seemed to push around his face, forcing her musk briefly to his nose, filling it with her earthy taste and then disappearing to show her gloating, glorified face.

"All those years you beat me up in the yard suddenly don't seem so fun do they?" She taunted, giggling like a fiendish child as she skipped, skipped around the circle to push a foot against Kyle's butt from behind, forcing him up onto his feet once again. "Come on! Keep up!"

Trying to hide his blush by avoiding eye contact, Kyle ran forward to pummel the girl, punching into her side only to have his arms seem defective and his fists ticklish, at best.

"Kyle, you hit like a girl!"

Suddenly, it clicked. "A girl? A girl!" Kyle looked to Emily's chest as she moved, watching it jostle to her body with a natural bounce, partly contained by a bra beneath. Then, he looked down to his own fatty chest that bounced with full, heavy breasts. He stared at the poking tips of nipples jabbing out beneath his shirt and exposing his weakness. He stumbled, stammering to himself in a gush of muffled words. "A girl? How does that even work? What's going on?"

His mind reeled away from him, lost in the rush of confusion at his changing body, transformation before his eyes. As he looked to the ground, trying to center himself, Emily pinned him into a headlock with a hand shoved against either breast, twisting the perky nipples. Kyle shrieked with the strange bite of pain, fresh and alien to him. Her fingers bounced his sensitive, weak flesh and made the hefty tits jiggle against his chest. "What's the matter, Kyle?" She taunted, sneering down at him as she fell into her revenge.

Kyle couldn't contain the soft whimper that slipped out at her rough touch. Strange and fresh, the nipple that poked off from the meaty breasts on his chest burned with her twisting, sending little electrical bursts to his mind and hurting more than her punches earlier had, combined. "A-ah! What the hell! I h-have tits?" He thought to himself, still reeling to comprehend what was happening. "This isn't even possible! I c-can't have tits?" With every repetition and every attempt to accept his reality, the heat in Kyle's cheeks burned harder, like a flame was held to the skin while all the while Emily refused to let him forget it or to escape by keeping her hands on the new breasts. Every jiggle and jostle of the alien body parts deepened his embarrassment, his humiliation at the event.

"Remember teasing me when I got mine in? How you'd bump into me in the hallway? "Oh boy! Emily's gonna cry because I bumped the boobies!" Can I bump your boobies now, Kyle? How's it feel?" She taunted, squeezing hard around the tender flesh while Kyle bit at his lip, trying to stop himself from reacting, but on the inside he couldn't seem to control himself.

"S-so sensitive. God, I can't believe this is happening. How does she even remember that!? We were just kids! Who cares?" His forehead wrinkled, showing outward signs of his inner distress, the tension he felt at her mockery.

Her crotch ground forward against his face, smothering him against the front of her thin leggings. The heat of her pressed to his cheeks. Her scent filled his nose, filled his entire range of view. "Am I not good enough for you?" She demanded and tugged hard on a tit, "Is my underwear not good enough for you, huh?"

Her teeth showed in a gritted snarl though enjoyment curled the edge of her lips up with a hint of a smile. Her hands dropped to his legs, doubling him over so a palm could slap into his ass, making the loose flesh wiggle. The sudden slap made Kyle yelp, too surprised to control the sound or cut it off. Heat covered the skin, burning under the handprint of her palm that formed over the pale, under-exposed flesh.

"She spanked me?" Kyle thought incredulously, eyes blinking to control himself while shame bite out bitter tears that swelled in the very corners of his eyes and escaped with the tinge of pain from the spanking.

"Is it? Am I good enough? Is this good enough?"

Her hips ground forward, rubbing his nose into where her sexual need leaked most pungently into the air. He could taste her the scent painted so thickly onto his nose.

A hand jerked down his pants, revealing his flesh to the cool breeze of the night as a hand raked unceremoniously over the wet splotch in his pants from his slit just above it, now kissing the open night. "Sure seems good enough now!"

Kyle shuddered, whimpering into her crotch and mumbling with his mouth trapped to the damp fabric. "Mmrf. I-I'mrrr sworry... fffhhh..." Emily's grasp tightened in the headlock, clutching onto his soft, fleshy body as two fingers sunk lower. Her digits slid against his slit, sopping wet with excitement from the scent of the girl's crotch, rubbing relentlessly to his face. He choked down the smell of her, the rich, musky aroma of need.

Her nails nicked against him, making the curvy hips of his new form shudder in her grasp, but he couldn't escape from the headlock. He whined into her crotch, but her fingers only sped up faster in their pistoning into his snatch. Wet, sloppy noises filled the air as he cried out into her crotch. A thumb found his clit, a small nub reminiscent of the cock he'd had before. She circled over it torturously, rubbing mercilessly and muttering constantly. "Is it good enough now? Now that you're a bitch? You like that don't you? I know you like it. You like having a cunt, you nasty bitch. Who knew all I had to do to get you was make you a slut, give you a hole to fill up." With every word, every additional sentence she'd grind into his face, muffling the girlish cries of an oncoming orgasm that burst forth with a gush of squirting liquid from his contracting snatch.

Just as Kyle fell into a limp, moaning state as his orgasm rolled through his female body, Chen appeared from the edge of the field with the squat Panda statue removed from its pedestal back in the house on her palm. "Are you enjoying yourself, my dear?" She asked with a broad grin, moving close. "Can I help? Would you like to move him- er, her?"

Emily chuckled, looking almost sheepish of her messy fingers as she nodded and Chen moved closer, waving the panda over top of Kyle's tired form, hoovering it over his jostling bosom.

Just as Emily noticed the strange behavior, fur started to shoot out of Kyle's skin. Thick puffs of white and black began to spring off his flesh like choreographed dancers springing up onto a stage, filling his body with patterned black and white fur. First, it seemed to crawl up from his ankles where his skin showed beneath his shorts. Black colored up his legs, but faded to white on his back with the common, sharp contrast. He felt every fur. It'd itch beneath the skin, forcing its way up through the barrier with a bite of heat, a twinge of pain, then the strange sensation of a hole pierced and filled- like getting one's ear's pierced thousands of time all over their entire body. He writhed with the strangeness of it. He squirmed on the dirt, feeling the grass and dust rub onto his body and grind into the fur, but it couldn't relieve the discomfort of it as the change violated him, robbed him of control.

"What the hell is happening to me?" He cried, but his voice seemed caught in his throat, distorted. He made sound, but only a squeaking sort of voice made only for Cinderella's talking mice. "Make it stop! Make it stop!" He tried, but Emily's face showed no comprehension of the twisted, unintelligible words.

His nose flattened, plumping into the black button nose that sad in the center of the animal's face. Going cross-eyed, Kyle watched the familiar flare of his strong, hawk-shaped nose grow and flattened into the fat chunk of black clay. A gargled cry caught in his throat at the sight, seeing his body morph and form before his eyes, just under his....well, not his, nose.

"What is this? What's happening to me!? Oh god..." Fear started to take over for the initial shock. His gut clenched, seemingly to be ill right then. He felt his meatloaf lunch churning, mixing into a poison that exploded from his mouth onto the grass, disagreeing with his mishappening, transforming insides. Feeling the lingering iron of bile in his throat, Kyle tried to spit into the grass, but his face started to shift, halting him.

Short whiskers shot out from his cheeks, as white fur bled onto the flesh and coated the pale peachy of his face. Black circles surrounded his eyes, giving him a spotted stare. From his nose, his face stretched out into the formation of a plump muzzle, jutting off from the center of his appearance. His mouth seemed to stretch out around his elongated face, robbing him of his lips to purse together and spit with, so the clump of sickness in the back of his throat stayed put. His jaw rolled slightly, trying to find how to move his deformed mouth. "What's happening? Why is this happening to me?" Trying to look up, with his eyes peering out of the black mask of his coloring, Kyle saw Emily and Chen both staring down at his changing body. "Why aren't they helping!?" Chen, in fact, looked delighted with each additional shift, every uncomfortable formation brought another notch to her smile that stretched across her withered face. "Why are you doing this to me?" He demanded, but only desperate chirping escaping from his strange muzzle.

He tried to reach out, but then in front of his eyes his fingers shortened, melding into his palm before claws began to shoot out of the disappearing remnants of his fingernails, forming dull points at the tips. Both eyes widened with disbelief, not comprehending what he could see in front of him. "P-paws? What am I?!"

Then, as Kyle continued to struggle with the incomprehensible reality in front of him, his ears seemed to glide over his head, rising up to the upper portion and rounding into black circles perched on the white fur of his face. His cheeks expanded, filling out his profile further with fluffy, plump cheekbones. Next, his breasts eased back into his body and melded with a plumping stomach, morphing him finally, fully into a squat, squishy female panda.

Emily yawped, mouth falling agape. "That wasn't part of our deal!"

Chen gave a small nod, as if acknowledging Emily's realization. "Oh dear, but tomorrow I have promised a Panda addition to the zoo, but the pandas from Beijing are a few days delayed." Her lips formed a sad pout. "Imagine the disappointment of all the boys and girls who come tomorrow and find just an empty space..." She shook her head, sighing through tight lips.

Emily fell silent, thinking about Chen's suggestion as she stared at the grassy space and her brother in his panda form, resting against the grass. She imagined the children against the fence, pointing gleefully through the grate to him, watching him eat leaves and grass- no meat! "Oh how he'd hate that!" she thought to herself, thinking of his repertoire of vegetarian jokes.

"Kyle's never liked vegetables, especially not greens! To have him eating leaves and grass..." She trailed off and swiveled to look at her brother, now staring back at her with smaller, beadier eyes. "Imagine, Kyle, no more meat for you. Not on your weak, herbivore stomach! Just plants for you! Big, leafy greens, leaves and grass! Bambo! Lots and lots of chewy, stringy plants!"

Kyle stared back at her dumbfounded. Here, he'd just been transformed into something inhuman, an animal! And at first she'd been shocked as him, she'd complained! He'd felt a glimmer of hope then, that Emily had outlasted her hunger for revenge and that she'd be reasonable now, call the cops, and help him escape back into his own body; but then she'd given in! She'd taken up the cause again of humiliating him!

"Kyle, can you imagine eating leaves? Grass? Bamboo? Big salads for every meal?" She swept a hand over his grass mound, "You'll sit right here, chewing and chewing on leafy greens like a cow to cud, working it over with those flat, weak teeth while little boys and girls come and point at you! They'll waggle their dirty fingers at you, "Mommy! Mommy! Come look at the big, fat panda who can never eat meat..."" Devious, delighted sadism seemed to stretch her lips out over her teeth now in a delighted smile. The thought of her brother suffering without his favorite, manly food seemed to be the simplest of torments, but when put with everything else, it was the cherry on top!

Seeing her hesitation written in the wrinkle of her forehead, Chen lightly nudged the girl's shoulder. "It's late, dear. Let's come back tomorrow and you can help with the introduction. He'll be just fine here for the night."

Emily hesitated another moment, before she looked back at the lump of her brother on the leaves already slumping down into the ground tiredly. She chuckled at the ridiculous sight of him, plump and exhausted from her fingers. Holding the amused curl in her lips, she followed Chen back to the house and slept easy in her bed while outside, Kyle fell asleep on a pile of leaves.

**********

"Get up, girl! Wake up!" A steady rapping on the front door of the split house woke the snoozing girl from her slumber. She sat up in bed with a hazy stare, realizing Chen waited on the front step of the house. "Wake up! We have to get to the park early to prepare!"

Emily hollered back a response and hurried to dress before she met Chen on the sidewalk in front of the house, receiving a short steaming cup of homemade tea. Breathing in the earthy scent of the drink, Emily sighed into the brisk morning air.

"I was thinking, you could give Kyle an extra... spook by giving him the total animal treat!"

Emily giggled, clapping her fingers to the side of the cup in a clap. "What a great idea!" She could only imagine Kyle's inner expression at the idea of being treated as a big bumbling pet, kept for amusement. "This'll teach him..."

Reaching the front gate, a massive poster stretched along the fence with two pandas shown lounging in their new environment of expansive green grass. "Hmm, two pandas..." Emily observed silently with a curious shrug of her shoulders. "That might create false expectations, but it must be a stock photo..." Her confusion passed with the massive announcement of the grand opening of the panda exhibit.

At the edge of the same pit she'd ended the night in, Emily spotted a name sign, blank except for the "Hello, my name is..." Chen waved a hand to the sign and invited the girl to write down the name she wanted. A smirk pursed the girl's pouted lips before she shuffled up to the board and plucked up the thick marker at its side. The offer surfaced a memory, from junior high, when Kyle had been teased with the name Smiles, simply because it rhymed with Kyle. Smirking, she wrote the name out in looping script and finished with a doodle of the namesake. "Smiles, the panda version of Kyle..."

Meanwhile, Chen approached Kyle with a briefcase dangling from one hand. As her footstep lightly thumped on the earth, nearing the panda, Kyle stirred on his bed of greenery. Groggily, his head rolled to look around. Hazily, the leaves and grass around him focused into sharp shapes on a backdrop of a burning, exceptionally bright sky. His eyes rolled shut once again, confused at the intensity of the sun's light. Chen hovered near him, her legs standing out against the green. He rolled again, making it up onto his forearms, or so he imagined, based on how low he stayed to the bed- except it wasn't a bed.

Confusion gripped his mind for a moment while his eyes blinked away the lingering sleep. "Where am I?" A hand lifted and tried to rub against his eyes to clear the last remnants of night's crust, but his body replied sluggishly. Every limb clung to the ground, weighty and stubborn. Slowly, he tipped his gaze down to see the broad splay of his paws, topped with yellowed claws.

"Am I good enough for you?!" The scent of Emily seemed to rush back into his mind at the forefront of the memory. The pungent aroma of her body that coated the entire recollection and sprang back into his nose as he recalled what'd happened the night before. Phantom sensations of fur pushing through the skin tingled down his body, making him grunt with the tickling burn. Tensing, his fur bristled down his body. His hind feet lumbered back away from where Chen's legs stood beside him, but her tongue clucked to her teeth in response.

"Nuh uh uh. Just work along and we can get you back a lot faster." She instructed, though just staring at her thighs and waist, Kyle didn't feel convinced. Emily shuffled closer, squatting down so he couldn't see her face hovering somewhere above where her breasts jutted out in her shirt. "She's right, Smiles."

The name tightened his shoulder further, tensing his entire body down to his toes grinding into the dirt beneath. "Who does she think she is?" he thought to himself, feeling the course of anger burbling in his veins and pumping through his rigid frame. "Who is she to torment me?! For what!? Because I didn't feel inclined towards incest? What does she think this will accomplish!? How is this even happening. I-I'm a fucking panda! I'm an animal! This has gotta be a sick dream. I must be drunk off my ass somewhere and hallucinating. Maybe she drugged me..."

"Now, now... Kyle, you have to calm down." Chen scolded at the sight of his tensed body, knowing she couldn't approach the large animal so agitated.

His mouth opened, wanting to reply, but only a groan escaped while his words stayed trapped in his skull, jostling together into a stream of consciousness. "This can't be real! This doesn't happen! What the hell! Who is this crazy bitch? Who is Emily to trust this psycho Chinese woman! She's so stupid! China is the most fucked up place I've ever been to!" Fur bristled down his back, standing on edge as he dug into the dirt angrily; his claws tore up to grass easily, tearing into the earth.

"Why did I come to this fucking place? This is all Emily's fault! She's always been such a brat! But this is new... this is a whole new level, a new planet. She's gone off. Fuckin' insane. Turning me into a beast, that's nuts! She never thinks! She such a foolish little- Oooh..."

Suddenly, all the tension and anger in his body faded with a single sensation of pleasure from a hand scratching into the thick fur behind his ear. Emily had stepped close while he'd been blinded in his inner monologue. Her fingernails scratched down into the thick fluff and relieved the itches clumping where he couldn't reach. Against his ear, hovering just over his head, she started to babble in a cooing baby-voice. "You're so fluffy! Oh yes, you are! I just love it! You're just my fluffy, little panda bear! My little fluffy wuffy! Oh yes, you are!" He grumbled grumpily under the demoralizing commentary, but with her relentless massage he couldn't keep any tension from building in anger.

"Ahhh, that feels good... Dammit! No! She's manipulating me! I'm not some mindless animal that can just be manipula- Mm... right there... Ohhh I couldn't reach that spot myself- No! No! No! I am HUMAN! I have human thoughts! I have self identity! I- Mmm... really like that..."

With Kyle's inner monologue continuing, his ears and toes seemed to twitch and tremble as he settled into the soothing massage of Emily's fingers. She focused on the spots where the fur was too thick to easily reach down to the itch on the skin or where foliage had stuck to him, tickling at the fur and flesh. "You silly, fluff ball! If you hadn't slept on the ground like a big dog you wouldn't have leaves in your hair!" She paused before giggling, "Oh wait! You have to sleep outside on the ground because you're just like a big dog!"

"What!? No! I'm no dog! You forced me to stay out here! You left me here! You locked me in here!" Kyle complained, but he couldn't hold the thoughts or even form the words on his thick tongue.

Chen chuckled, but clucked her tongue once. "Now, now. He's much more than a dog! He's a giant panda! They're rare and important! He could be traded to soothe diplomatic arguments, especially in China where we see them as a bit of a treasure!"

Emily smirked, "So you're not the doggy, but you're certainly a little treat! A pet for looking at and giving away when you're all done with! Just like you did with girls! How cute is that?" She laughed, feeling Kyle stiffen under his hands and then working the knot of tension away, forcing him to calm once again for Chen's check up to commence.

With Kyle calmed, Chen started to examine her checklist for medical requirements. "You keep him calm," she instructed while peering down at the sheet of paper. Emily nodded and squatted down beside him, setting on her knees. Her hands sunk into the thick fur of his neck scruff, leaning into him to reach around the girth of his upper body. Without his consent, her hands rubbed down onto his skin. Her fingernail grazed on his flesh, tickling through the fur. He felt her touch on his neck and down to his shoulders, rubbing him like one would an anxious cat while he felt the grip in her palms, keeping him in place for the examination- like he wouldn't know better!

"Ha! I'm not dumb! I know when I'm being manipulated to behave!" He tried to move his head out of her grasp, expecting to prove his point, but with the twist of his head her grip only tightened and dug her nails into his flesh. "Ah!"

"Behave, Kyle!" She scolded, lightly smacking the top of his head and making him flush with a burning red beneath his fur.

"I'm no dog! She can't scold me!" He started to whine, but something suddenly stole his concentration.

In the chill of the early morning air, Emily's nipples poked out to the fabric of her top, rubbing and pressing to Kyle's body warmly. He trembled at the sensation, identifying the small poke of the perky nubs. He shifted, feeling the heat of her voice tickling his ear with her incessant babytalk. "You're so cuddly. So cute like this... I just wanna squeeze you!" He felt the hairs on the back of his neck bristle at her words, but the brought a conflicted sensation through his stomach. A small part of him relished the crooning words when applied with her fingers still massaging into his thick scruff and relaxing his plump body, yet the rest of him rebelled against the baby- talking, hating being talked down to!

Chen prepared a foam piece designed to take teeth prints, etching out the date before inching up to Kyle's front. A cold, wrinkled hand curled onto his muzzle, and he stiffened at the uncomfortable sensation. Before he could react, a hand swatted to his nose at the first sign of his disobedience. "Nuh uh! No! None of that!" The hand tugged up his jaw, exposing the pink of his mouth to the air as she dried off his teeth and tongue with a medical cloth. Grumbling, he swallowed uncomfortably and attempted to writhe away from the harsh grasp, but Emily held him tight in her hug around his neck and continued to press to him. Her hands patted down his front and neck, rubbing over the softness of his chest. "You're like a big, squishy teddy bear. Oh yes you aaarre.."

Leaning closer, she peered down at his exposed teeth and seemed to quiver with excitement. "Look at those pretty, pearly whites! You have such pretty teeth, oh yes you do, oh yes you doo!" She paused, leaning closer to whisper directly in his a condescending edge to her whisper and the sweetness of her baby- voice gone. "Such a shame you'll be using them to chew on grass for the rest of your life, you little vegan you!"

At the same time, Chen jammed the imprint board into his mouth and manipulated his jaws shut once again. His nose pressed into her palm, breathing in the powdery scent of old lotion. Both ears drooped and his eyes darted away, humiliated at the trapped state of his head in her grasp while Emily talked down to his soft, plush form. He couldn't stand to look up at the women taking an imprint of his teeth until it'd been plucked from his dry mouth. In fact, he could barely stand to be alive. He felt the rushing heat on his neck and cheeks of humiliation and the throb low in his stomach, nausea churning through his gut at the idea of being tracked and noted down as some big pet, a commodity to parade around to town to loan out to other zoos, to profit from.

As if reading his mind, Chen cooed with delight. "We're lucky you turned out to be such a fine looking specimen, a bit on the small and plump side, but quite nice. That way, we can send you on loan to the other zoos, they pay a pretty penny to feature a panda in their zoos! You'll probably pay for all your food that way! You plump little lady!" The hand not holding onto his teeth print poked into his tummy, jiggling his bowl full of jelly with a little, self-satisfied chuckle.

Kyle's humiliation only grew with her words, mocking what he'd just been thinking of, what he'd just been fearing, dreading. She seemed to know just what he wrestled with in his mind and delighted in the misfortune of him realizing what stretched out in front of him was out of his control. The very fact that she'd wretched open his jaw without his consent seemed to mimicked the whole future of his life before him. "She can't do this to me, but there's no one to stop her. No one knows but Emily and she's obviously blinded by something! Everyone will assume I just got lost or ran off! No one will think to themselves, 'Ah the crazy Chinese lady at the zoo turned him into a panda bear!' I'm doomed!" His eyes widened at the thought, showing his fear plainly on his face only to catch Chen staring at him while she inspected the imprint of his teeth. Seeing his gaze locked onto hers and his human intelligence flash behind his eyes, the window into the soul trapped inside the animal, she smiled. A full, delighted grin crossed over her face. She knew. She knew that he knew he couldn't stop her, and she loved it.

Eyes narrowed, Kyle watched Chen consult her briefcase once again before returning to his side with a small, metallic box housing long, slender needles atop filled syringes lined one after another to make three. "Next! Vaccinations!" She announced with a smile curling up her lips to crinkle the corners, adding after a beat, "Special big bear vaccinations! Because when you gain hundreds of pounds in leaves you have to get extra- big shots!" Kyle stiffened and tucked his head, just as a soft breeze caught the strong scent of his sister's pheromones on the edges of the wind. His sensitive nose wrinkled and his crotched heated up, slit wettening at the rich tang of her smell so close to him. She continued to press to his side, shifting a little on her knees on the earth and rubbing her chest to him as a needle pricked to his skin. He felt Chen's cold hands groping at his soft back, finding the spot for the needle to slide into the flesh. To make matters worse, she murmured in a soft, clinical form of Emily's own baby talking. "So soft and fleshy. You've got a plump, puffy panda here. A good, meaty sow. She'll carry babbies well! A nice big tummy to store food, not that she'll ever not have enough. We keep 'em fat around here! And this one's definitely on her way to fitting in! Nice and plump, yes. Nice and plump."

Kyle cringed, every female pronoun like another punch in the gut. He lost a fight to his sister, he'd sprouted breasts, he'd turned into a panda, and he couldn't eat meat and all of it robbed him of what he'd treasured so dearly before, his masculinity. He'd been tough; football and sluts on Friday nights. He'd been a man. Now he was a sow, born to breed. The very thought made his stomach twist into knots... or maybe that was the bamboo being digested.

Preparing for the shot, Chen stepped close to his side, grabbing onto his body. With chilled fingers she groped and fondled the fatty tissue of his shoulder till she'd found a soft spot for the needle to enter.

One after another, the three vaccines pumped mixtures into his bloodstream until she stepped away, leaving his shoulder stinging as a tape measure fluttered out of the briefcase. "Now we've got to get all his measurements and proper data or else it won't be valid when we officially register you!"

Kyle looked down, mouth dried out, shoulder stinging, and pride beaten. He couldn't lift his eyes without feeling a rush of shame at meeting the stares of either of the females over him. "Registered...." He repeated to himself, feeling a sinking pit where his stomach had been. To be officially registered would make it real, permanent.

Chen plucked up a clipboard, smirking as she circled something with a flourish: "Female for sure!" She announced before laughing a single, curt chuckle. Emily giggled as well, "Kyle always was such an ass to women. It's his turn to be one!"

Chen smirked as she started to measure around Kyle's plump body. Her fingers squished into his flesh, fondling the extra fat that padded his frame. "Oh, he's no woman! He's a sow now, made for eating and breeding!" Cinching the measuring tape flush to him, she giggled evilly. "He's got the eating part down for sure!"

Together, they prodded at him and measured the girths and lengths of his body, stretching the tape out to fit over his wide frame. Trying to measure the length of his legs, Emily squatted down with one end of the tape while Chen held the other end at his shoulder cap. "Hmm... such short, stubby little legs! No wonder I beat you in our fight." Emily chuckled, smirking as she petted over his thick paws. Her fingers tugged at the little puffs of fur between his claws, making him squirm with discomfort.

"Nuh uh! No, Smiles! Hold still!" The tape measure tug into his fur to press to his skin, rumpling the fur as Chen's body leaned over him to check that the tape laid flat. He felt her flat chest and the bony shape of her frame leaning on him. He squirmed only to have a finger swat at his head. "Come on now, cooperate!" Feeling the two pairs of eyes suddenly on him, Kyle froze. There eyes weren't filled with revenge now or amusement, but with pure irritation like he was simply an animal misbehaving. It struck him. It robbed him of his anger and instead filled with with frightful shame. If they forgot he was a human trapped inside, who would know?

A tremor ran down the panda's spine at the thought, making Emily giggle. "Oh no! Is Smiles scared? It's just a little tape measure! We're not gonna hurt youuu! No we're not! We're just gonna take some measurements so you can be an official panda!" Her smiling face and wide eyes seemed to twist the knife for Kyle, making him tuck his head down and avoid her stare before Chen's hands suddenly drew the tape around his chest, grazing over his chest where the sensitivity of his human breasts seemed to linger. Her hands squished into his plush fat while she search for the thickest portion to stretch the measuring tool over. "So soft, so squishy..." She mumbled to herself, like a chant to the beat of a song inside her head. The idleness of it, the monotony they seemed to feel while degrading him, groping and grabbing at his body made it even worse! To be mocked and tortured only to have his tormentors fall into routine! Kyle felt the burn of shame that'd filled his head and throat with heat sink down into his stomach till his entire body was engulfed in the uncomfortable shroud of embarrassment. Both ears folded to his head, trying to lock out their teasing, unable to ignore a word.

"Look at those little nipples! They look so cute peeking out of the fur! Hehe! She's so cute! Just imagine her with little cubs crawling all over! Tugging and pulling!" Emily pointed out the dainty buds of pink which Chen tweaked slightly, making Kyle twitch in their combined grasp of him, straining to the tape measure around his chest.

"Very sensitive too! That'll make feeding... interesting!" She giggled, shaking her head a little. "Guests always love to watch feeding, I try to encourage it every hour so there's lot of opportunities to see! Every hour having little beasts crawling on your, tugging and tweaking on your most sensitive organ, demanding your milk, forcing you to eat more to support them... It'd be exhausting." As she spoke, her fingers rubbed and tugged on Kyle's sensitive teat, as if mimicking the experience she described. "Imagine it, Smiles, having to eat more and more bamboo to support those little babies, constantly chewing through the tough, stringy stuff to make more milk for them, to fill those big teats!" She suddenly bobbed his chest lightly, making it jiggle and consequently, both the girls giggled.

Finally pulling the tape measure back, Emily read off the number for Chen to jot down. "Woah! That's a broad chest!"

Chen nodded, "We've got a plump lady here!" She patted on Kyle's head, making him shrink further down as though trying to disappear into the Earth.

"Is this even normal for a female panda?" Emily asked with a wriggle of concern creasing lines in her forehead while a finger idly poked at Kyle's plush stomach, making him twitch each time.

"Panda's are a symbol of luck and wealth. I suppose that your brother just brings a lot of luck and wealth into the world." Chen cracked another one of her tight, smirking smiles before Emily laughed and grabbed a handful of her brother's fur covered gut and dragged her hands up towards his chest where the flesh was softer, more tender under her touch. "Who knew my big ole, six feet, lean muscles, tough guy brother would turn out like this?" She mused, though with her fingers petting over the soft fur that seemed to squish down under her hand, jiggling slightly, she found she liked it. Especially she liked the little grumbles that left Kyle's mouth with every touch, hating hearing her talk and not being able to from the words to respond, to counteract what she was saying. "I know, Kyle. I know. It must be hard for you to imagine you won't be fighting anyone anymore...You won't be overpowering anyone, not looking like that." She smirked a bit.

Her fingers jostled his jello-like chest some more, bouncing his breast-like chest so it danced on her palms as she snickered. "I cannot even remotely imagine someone calling you 'tough' any longer!" Her fingers poked at the softest parts of his chest, finding the optimal place to jostle his body to send ripples down the soft, loose flesh. With every poke, Kyle's nose would crinkle and irritation would flash in his small eyes, making Emily sneer down at him. "Nope! You will need someone to protect your ass while you..." A cheeky little smirk tweaked up her lips into a smile. "uhm...focus on *new* duties!" She giggled again, tightening her hands into a groping circle over the breast- like chest of the female panda.

For a moment, she fell silent and just watched the flesh of Kyle's just squish between and beneath her hands and the little twitches of discomfort that showed on his face, but then a huge, knowing grin spread over her lips. "Heh! Let's just hope for their sake that your cubs will take after their father!"

Kyle shrank back. His irritation vanished to show plain hurt on his face, even on an animal. His self esteem crumpled back like a beaten puppy. Even his inner voice stayed silent, reeling back silently from the blow. But it didn't stop there.

Chen burst out laughing from the commentary, sneering down to the panda with her own continuing jab. "Well, to a mom, every child is the prettiest in the world." She slowly eyed Kyle up and down, taking in his round, jiggling stomach, "but in this case, I'll make sure they get plenty of exercise when they grow up!" The two girls laughed, both still poking and jabbing at him to watch his stomach jostle, which only fueled their mixture of chuckles from Chen and explosive giggles from Emily.

As their laughter trickled off, they both fell silent, but suddenly Chen's face lit up and a finger jutted up into the air. "Oh! I just had an idea! It'd be nice to have some pictures for the medic file and also for tourist postcards, for the gift and souvenir shop! Plus, I think it'd be great for the zoo to have a nice western girl posing in them too, no?"

Emily lit up, feeling the little flutter of excitement from the little compliment. "Oh that'd be fun!" She looked over at Kyle, still sitting plumply on the grass, having not moved an inch. "The panda takes up a lot of space, you sure you don't just want me?" She put her hand on a jutting hip and struck a playful pose, setting them both off on freshly renewed giggling tangents.

"They're laughing at me. They are just standing around me and laughing..." Kyle thought to himself, seeming to shrink further back into himself and clutching his withering pride, hoping to hold onto some fragment of it.

Chen plucked a cherry red ball with a golden star on the front from the ground, reaching it out to Emily. "Here, use this as decoration, it's eye catching." Emily nodded and brought the ball in front of the panda, setting it between his fat thighs.

"Look like you're playing!" Emily demanded, staring down at him while Chen moved away and prepared a camera, though not without keeping up the mocking banter. "I think he's too plump to play." Their laughter continued, almost a constant background noise in Kyle's caged world.

With a grunt, Emily lifted a broad paw onto the ball, trying to mime that the panda was playing. "Come on! Your name is Smiles! Try to have some!" Her fingers poked at Kyle's cheeks, trying to form an animated expression onto the round face.

"Just squat beside him like you're playing too!" Chen suggested and Emily's body suddenly squished her breasts against his arm, making Kyle fidget as a flash of the camera blinded him suddenly. "Good! Good! Try to put him on his stomach!"

Like he was a giant doll now, even lesser than a caged pet, Kyle was forced into the dirt, scuffing his chin on the ground with a grunt. Emily practically laid ontop of him for the picture, pressing his sensitive, tender breasts down onto the ground.

"Awww...I think you're squishing his titties!" Chen blurted with a gaspy laughed, her accented English making her words high-pitched and sharp. Emily laughed too, rolling Kyle back up and massaging the flesh roughly. "Awww! Did I hurt the wittle bitty bewbies?"

"Little? Those aren't little!" Chen added, fueling their guffaws again. Kyle merely scowled out from his trap inside, staring down at his feet in the dirt and avoiding the mocking, amused eyes of his sibling.

Once they had quieted, Chen flicked her finger in a side to side motion. "Why don't you lay him on his side, sorta show off those curves." Emily chuckled, but set to work manipulating the stiff, uncooperative panda onto her side.

"She's not just going to mold me like some doll! I am a person!" Kyle complained, squeaking to the human Emily, who didn't understand him. "Kyle! Just work with us here! We wanna capture all your feminine beauty!"

"I don't want to be feminine! I want to be tough! I'm tough!" Kyle cried, trying to pull himself back into a sitting position as he slumped over. His stubby legs kicked at the air, but with his weight and her grasp holding him, he couldn't get enough power to sit back up.

"Beautiful, Look at those lucky curves!" Chen admired, sneaking a sneer down at Kyle's direction. He felt her gaze cut through the panda shell around him and straight down to his human soul. Kyle tried to quiet his thought, worried she was listening in and knowing that he questioned himself with everyone of their mocking pictures. Chen flashed him a broad smile while Emily pushed him over onto his back for yet another shot and the panda trembled under her knowing, evil glance.

"Oh! I have a great idea!" Emily suddenly exclaimed. "We should get him eating some bamboo! That's what pandas do all the time anyways!" She pushed a piece of bamboo into his paw, but Kyle's mouth didn't open.

"Come on now! Seriously? Work with us!" Emily demanded, trying to encourage him to willingly eat the leafy stalk. When he seemed to refuse her demands, her fingers grabbed onto his muzzle and wrenching it open. "Eat it, Dammit!" She grumbled, forcing one end of the stalk into his mouth and pumping it back onto his tongue.

"What the hell?" Kyle thought to himself, suddenly biting down on the bamboo to try and halt the assault of his mouth. Once he did, the bitter, leafy flavor filled his mouth.

"That's it! Eat up!" Chen and Emily cried together and the camera flashed with its blinding light again, capturing Kyle chewing on plants. He cringed at the thought of the image sent around the world. "Dear Mom and Pop, Today I went to a zoo and saw a huge, plump, pregnant panda eating leaves! What a pussy!" He imagined postcards reading, especially those that would go to every ex-girlfriend ever, and despite him being a panda, he knew they would laugh at him and he'd feel their laughter like he felt Chen and Emily's wearing him down.

Seemingly finished with the camera, the pair approached him again with petting and praises, though whatever praise he received was tinged with mockery. Chen in particular fell back into her groping inspection of him.

Everytime she touch him he wanted to cringe, often times feeling the little tweak of discomfort even if his face didn't contort to match. A babypowder-y texture covered the wrinkles of her cold hands, as though to fit with the stereotype of every doctor and vet ever. Chen looked down at him and winked, "If I'm going to stand in for a vet, I've got to have cold hands right?" She smiled to herself and ran her head down the length of his muzzle, as though just to send uncomfortable chills down the panda's spine.

"She's insane. It's official. This woman is insane and she might be reading my mind. Wait, she can't be reading my mind. That's impossible. Yet, so is being a panda when I am a human, but I'm definetly a panda!" Kyle could have screamed, but all that escaped was a single grunt, severing undermining his true emotions.

"You're nearly done, Smiles! Soon you'll be registered as zoo property. Then, we'll register you in the breeding records so that you can have cubs, and down the road we can organize trades so you can reach thousands, maybe millions of people throughout China." She smiled wistfully, as though caught up in the possibilities before him while Kyle felt his world crashing down.

"Zoo property! Property?! I am a human being!" Kyle demanded to himself, but another voice reminded him he wasn't, a mocking, doubtful voice nagged in the opposite portion of his mind, "Nuh uh uh! You're a sow now! Born to breed!"

"N-no! I'm still Kyle! They're abusing me, but I'm still Kyle!"

"You didn't seem abused yesterday when you passed out in a pool of your own cum. You seemed to like that. You aren't exactly fighting back here either are you?"

"What do you mean? What am I supposed to do!? I'm just an animal!?"

Self-satisfied, the other voice paused a moment to let Kyle's response sink in. "Exactly."

"Wait! No! I'm Kyle! I'm Kyle! I'm Kyle, Dammit! I d-don't want to be bred. I don't want to be a sow. I don't want to be seen by thousands of people! M-millions of people!" His voice broke, even in his own mind, as his thoughts seemed to falter again and blink out, too complex to be held in his distressed mind.

As they finished, Chen stepped back and plucked a last thing out of the briefcase. "Will you do the honors?" On her palm, what appeared to be a small gun sat waiting for Emily to take it. Her eyes widened, but Chen merely chuckled before adding, "It's a tagging gun. It'll put a radio tag on the animal."

Lifting the gun off of Chen's hand, Emily felt her head spin. With the world spinning slightly, heat rushed to her cheeks and flushed them with a pink smear. "Oof!" She grunted, "Must've stood up too fast!" A small, knowing smile twitched up Chen's lips, but Emily had already written off her dizziness.

Hefting up the tagging gun, Emily looked at Chen with a short glance, silently requesting instructions. "Shoot there," She urged with a finger pointing to the panda's shoulder. "Just under the skin so the tag can imbed just beneath the top layer."

Emily nodded, making her throbbing head pulse with a hard jolt of pain. She raised the gun up, lining the muzzle up to the line of sight to Kyle's shoulder, but wooziness still held her head. The edges of the horizon seemed to spin slightly. She blinked, clearing the hazy portion in her vision from her throbbing head. Then, she re-lined the gun up and tugged the trigger.

Kyle grunted sharply at the bite of the tag burrowing into his flesh, and Emily stepped up in front of his nose with a sharp stare. "You know, Kyle. This all could have been easily avoided-"

She cut off, setting a hand against her cheek to feel the heat rushing up into the flesh as her head spun slightly. The world continued to blur slightly with the nausea building low in her throat. Heat built through her body, giving her skin a feeling of prickling with droplets of sweat. With a little shake of her head, refocusing her, Emily continued: "This could have been easily avoided if you'd just shown some interest in me! Healthy interest as your sister! As a friend!" A finger shot out and waggled in the air in front of him, but Emily pitched forward a little, unsteady by her hand suddenly being occupied, so she tucked her arm back to her side.

She felt hotted, tugging at the collar of her shirt as her arms seemed to flex harder with her bent elbow. Strength followed in and replaced her dizziness, though the heat still burned through her- like she'd been sunburned and her hot flesh heated the rest of her body. She seemed to sit higher in the air, taller than before, though it didn't make sense to her in the slightest.

A hand balanced against her forehead, trying to calm the heat in her heat, making her sweat from the hairline and drip down onto her face. Out of the corner of her eye, Emily spotted Chen hurrying to the door of the grassy pen and out the gate. The lock clicked shut with a metallic noise, and Chen's voice broke into the silence. "The ad called for two pandas, and I wouldn't want to be called a liar! Now would I?"

Then, the familiar panda statue lifted in the air and hovered at the edge of the fence, seeming to give the burning force inside Emily's body a purpose. A purpose that it took to with a passion...

Just like with Kyle the day before, fur started to shoot off from Emily's skin, sending crawling sensations of phantom itches over the length of her flesh. Black and white seemed to burst out of her flesh like fireworks powered by the heat building in her body from the tea earlier. The familiar pattern started to form. Black crawled up her legs up to the edges of her hip bones, where her leg fit into her torso, and white took over up her back. Then, black strapped around the width of her shoulders and down her arms, covering them like fluffy gloves put on in reverse while a mask of white covered her face. As the fur started to settled, her muzzle extended out and her ears formed up atop her head- perfect, black semicircles.

Emily's head swiveled down, starring towards her fingernails as they grew out and rolled up like cigarettes into blunt claws. Her eyes widened, growing to fit in the plump shape of her skull, and black coloring circled around her staring gaze. As she stumbled back onto her shifting legs, a sharp cackle broke through the air from where Chen stood by the gate. "There are no pandas coming to here! In fact, I sell them for a small fortune to the rest of the world!" Another giggle burst out of her mouth, as though after acting so serious and aligned with the female American, she now couldn't wait to spill the lies behind her outer appearance.

"Every one of these animals! Every, single one of the animals in this zoo are ditzy tourists who stayed too late! Every visitor in my home as become one of these pets! I have a wall, you see, at home of my different charms and I just pick whichever I'd sold most recently or was in demand! I like to put the charm I've picked in the rental side for my tenants, a nice piece of irony- I think."

She laughed again, watching as Emily gained the last pieces of her panda face with a fat, black button of a nose and beadier, dark eyes. The heat that fueled her transformation had faded with every additional feature, at first, but now even as a fully formed panda the heat continued to scorch her body, focusing between her thighs, where the last shift began.

Her slit seemed so close, like a tear sewn shut, and her clit plumped, growing, and swelling into a meaty pole. Soft fur grew up onto a fur pouch that slouched against the base of her thick shaft that jutted out from her crotch.

"What's happening?!" Emily thought to herself, suddenly writhing into the dirt with the intensity of the energy coursing through her. Her hips squirmed slightly, trying to alleviate the fiery sensation in her groin.

"Now don't worry, fiery girl. I like you and your spirit, girlie. So, I'll make you a deal. If you work on some replacement pandas, I'll let you go." Both their ears perked up, though Kyle seemed more attentive than the shivering, panting male counterpart beside him. "And don't worry, you've got all the equipment needed to, ehr, succeed. And, sorry, dear, but I snuck in a little extra for your tea to make sure you'd be in the right mood. Who knew how much of an effect that'd have!" She chuckled to herself as she watched Emily swivel towards Kyle. The usually docile breed of pandas suddenly earned itself an additional exception to that rule.

Emily leapt towards Kyle, partially from the lust coursing through her veins and partially with joy at a fresh form of revenge. Her paws caught onto his paws, easily forcing him into the dirt with her larger, more powerful frame. Kyle coughed out a grunt as his stomach hit the ground. "Oof!" Still stunned, it took him a beat to feel a jolt of anger. "What does she think she's doing!?"

Her musk hung in the air as the thick shaft prodded to her brother's back side, sloppily looking for relief to her lust, her merciless, unwavering lust. At the first poke of the slippery length of panda meat, Kyle jerked against her clutches. "What the fuck? Get that away from me!" Kyle yelped, trying to move his hips away from her own, but she pushed him harder into the earth and easily pinned him with her larger frame. "Emily! What are you doing? You've already had your revenge! What now? Are you seriously going to what- rape me?" His voice, translated to his sibling through the squeaks and chirps of a panda, broke as he spoke the word, but she merely ignored him with animalistic concentration. Instead, her focus locked onto ramming herself to his backside, trying to find a succesful angle.

Chen leaned to the edge of the fence, watching them intensely. "That's a girl! Shift his head lower into the dirt for more angle! That'll help!" Emily's ear twitched with the message, and a meaty paw pushed into Kyle's upper body harder, forcing his nose to scuff the dirt before she could see the line of his long, pink slit from between his squishy thighs.

"H-hey! No! Don't listen to her!" Kyle cried, trying to twist from beneath her again, but he only succeeding in rubbing his head in the dirt. The dust crunched under his cheek as he felt her tip dragging closer to his slit between his thighs, smearing excitedly leaking precum through his fur.

"Rurr..." A little grumble of pleasure escaped the girl before her tip prodded and found the moist, glistening snatch. Her hips rolled testingly to smear her tip along the length of the long folds. Then, with a hard slam forward, she hilted herself inside him, folding onto the smaller pandas body.

"Emily! Jesus!" Behind him, Kyle's sister only grunted and chuffed into his neck as she started to grind herself into his hot tunnel, enjoying the sensation of him clenching around her. "Stop, just stop..." He felt a lump in his throat, as though even if he couldn't truly cry as an animal the human desire remained to make him choke up. His eyes glanced up to see the caging around them, trapping him here with his sister who rocked her hips roughly into him, ignoring the whines of protest that his words escaped as.

"Emily...Please..Emily..." He panted, switching from anger to begging, but she didn't even respond. She was focused, set on breeding him. The very thought of being bred struck him with fear, to be filed with her cum, virile and plentiful he'd get cubs. He flashed back to Chen's teasing earlier, describing the constant feeding.

"I can't do that! I can't feed babies! I can't do it! I can't!" At first, Kyle thought he was thinking of his gender, he couldn't because he wasn't truly female, but then he realized to himself he wasn't thinking of his gender, but of the sensitivity of his nipples. On the topic of his genitalia, he'd already written off his dick. "Oh god..."

Instinctively once Emily felt into a steady beat over his frame, Kyle's female body fell into the dubbed "pancake position" with all four of her short, weak, stubby legs splayed around her body while his chin rested on the dirt, breathing in the scent of grass and mud all covered in the cloud of musk wafting off the male panda. The sudden drop threatened to pop Emily's throbbing shaft out of the hot, clenching sensation of his cunt, but she aggressively pushed him back up onto all fours, forcing him to hold steady as she pounded into his snatch, rocking his hips. Kyle's front slumped forward slightly, sending dust into the air with every panting exhale, but Emily's claws digging into his hips kept the backend raised for her.

"Ah! Ah! Emily! Not so hard. God, not so hard. That too rough.." Kyle shuddered with the claws digging into his sides. She felt so much stronger than him, dwarfing his plush form. Whimpers and squeaks left his lips, submissive and pleading noises that only gave the girl more power.

"That's it, Emily! Give it to him! The bigger the litter the better!" Chen's hands clapped together like she cheered on a sports team, but even her hands echoing through the park didn't cover up the noise of the two pandas. Kyle stiffened at her words, suddenly seeming himself with a gut-full of panda babies. Already his fat shape can't move quickly or easily on the squishy grass of his pen, but filled with little bundles of panda he'd be immobilized. To make matters worse, Emily's panting into his small ears seemed to be chanting, "You want babies? I'm gonna give you babies! I'm gonna give you babies! I'm gonna give you a belly of 'em! You'll be my mommy panda!" Over and over her own deep, grunting voice filled Kyle's head with images of himself, chewing on the stringy, unpleasant bamboo and leaves with the greens sticking out from his mouth while a massive tummy anchored him on the perch of the hill in plain view of all the visitors.

"I can't do this. I can't be a mother. I can't have cubs. I don't want cubs. I don't want this. Oh god, I don't want this. Make it stop...Make it stop..." Yet, his body didn't tell Emily to stop.

As Emily grunted with harsh, guttural noises Kyle started to shift from a throaty whinny to a high-pitched chirp common to a horny, ovulating sow. A earthy scent filled the air from the female, mixing with the masculine stench of Emily's must. The hormonal flavor of a prepared female hung in the air, thick and pungent to the male over him. Her pussy clenched and squeezed down on Emily's pulsating rod of flesh. While Kyle's mind rebelled, his body gave in and clung to the rare, brief moments of lust required to breed the female.

After mere moments, Emily felt her cock pulsating with a pounding heart rate, ready to unload the heavy reserve of cum building and churning inside, but she held off and continued to pound into her brother's female form, relishing the girly squeals of instinctual pleasure of a panda in heat. For triple the time of what was necessary or common, she pounded her massive frame into her brother's backside, forming her tip to plunge deep into his slit, smearing his leaking juices onto their fur and kicking dust up into the air to cling to their sloppy mess. More than lust drove forward the passionate mating, but resentment, revenge, fantasy, and pure sibling rivalry.

"Emily! God! Emily! Stop!" Kyle's voice went hoarse from the squeaking, chirping chorus he filled. He couldn't stop pleading with her. His mind couldn't comprehend that she wouldn't listen at some point and give in. With every thrust forward and the sensation of being filled and stretched out another jolt of desperation shot through the male. His entire life, he'd been the one pounding into someone, the one on top, the one in charge and he didn't like the roles being reversed. Everything his went against it, but not the new additional to his crotch which only made it worse. His own body betrayed him, begging for another hilt forward and another spurt of precum against his clenching walls.

Grunting into his ear, Emily's claw finally clutched him tighter with her tip shoving deep as she could reach. Kyle stiffened, crying out into the air with his squeaky voice before cum started to shoot into his cunt, pumping him full of rich, fertile semen. The moment of her release, a look of relaxation covered the male panda's face, while Kyle looked grief stricken. His body was shoved into the dirt, covered in dust and smeared with a stinky, musky haze and his cunt ached from the harsh mating.

"Ew. Ew. Ew. Ew. God no. I can't believe that just- I can't even- Ugh!" Kyle started to whimper to himself, feeling the globules of cum oozing inside him and the trickle of every last drop from this release dribbling out into his womb.

Looking back at his sister, Kyle tried to form a glare, but he saw a look that stopped him cold, a look that seemed to say, "You earned this." His eyes quickly turned back around and hid from her gaze. though disbelief continued to fill his head.

"I can't believe that just happened... She just fucked me. My sister fucked me. Emily fucked me. I'm fucked." Kyle thought to himself in a snively tone, whimpering softly onto the ground as he monologue. "I'm a bitch, a sow- whatever the fuck that is. I'm full of cum... God! I can feel cum sloshing around in there!"

Much like him, Emily was lost in her own thoughts: "I can't believe that just happened... I fucked him. I just fucked my brother. Finally..." She sighed with pleasure. "He's my bitch, my own personal sow! God! He's full of cum! I can feel it sloshing around me!"

Emily started to shift behind him, stirring the cum trapped inside him until her cock shrunk down and slipped back into her sheath. For another ten minutes, the male panda toyed with her stuffed lover each squirming slam of her cock forward making him jolt slightly and flinch with a submissive glance down. With her shaft buried inside, Kyle felt the shame of the entire experience come crashing down. His cheeks burned. His gut ached from the anxiety of Emily's expression, her thoughts after having violated him so. Anything he'd done as kids or growing up, every pound of flesh and every jab was counteracted by this. She'd truly won for good, but she didn't stop there. Instead, her cock kept rolling forward, filling him with another load, then another, then a consecutive three more dribbly fills before exhausted, she used him as a bed on the grass.

"Heavens!" Chen cried from the sidelines, having witnessed the passionate affair. "You really put in the effort! Really like you, girlie! In fact, I think I'll give you a little something to make the time here easier for you. A little treat." The panda statue once again appeared, glowing over Kyle.

Eyes wide and worried, he looked up, but felt no change for several seconds until heat started to spread through his body again. He looked down, trying to inspect his body for a change, but instead started to notice the sand and cum stains in his sister's fur. The thick globs of leaked, secreted ooze from his slit rubbed onto her fur or her own mess of jizz leaked out from him! That doesn't belong! Instantly, drool started to fill his mouth, aching through his teeth and gum with an undeniable burn, itch, need...

Bending over, his tongue plunged against the mess of her fur coat, feeling the sensation fade with every slurp over the dirt on her legs and each swallow of his own, aromatic juices. Emily watched him, dumbfounded.

"A clean bear is a happy bear! He will always want to keep you clean." She smiled once, before adding with a cheeky chuckle. "It saves on bathing costs!" Then, she spun and headed to the entrance to prepare the park for opening. "Have fun. kids!"

Sinking his head down submissively, Kyle started to his task of cleaning his sister. Naturally, his tongue fell to her paws first where the clawtips had dug into the dirt and had dust coating their smooth surface. His long, moist appendage slide out over the slick surface, feeling the grit of the dirt on his tongue as it wiped off the dirty claws. The small tufts of fur that jutted between the previous fingernails too held bits of grass and dirt that Kyle's mouth pursed to grab onto with his own front teeth, feeling the short blades of green poke between his teeth, irritatingly tickle to his lips before falling back onto her toe to be licked up again and swallowed with the other dirtied saliva.

At first, it'd seemed natural to give into the burning urge to clean her, but as the spell's haze started to lift Kyle's eyes criss-crossed to see his tongue licking between her toes. "The hell?" He blurted, jerking his neck back only to feel his throat suddenly partch and his tongue dive back to the dust on the little hairs of her foot. Embarrassment flooded his cheeks and necks with warm glow while his tongue traced the muscles of her paw up towards her ankles, gently nibbling to tug the hardened clumps of dirt packs out of her feet. He'd become nothing more than a tool, a slave, a polisher for her feet and body. His nose brushed the ground, smearing the same dust he cleaned off her onto himself, but the favor certainly would not be returned. Shame quickly built up in his chest, seizing him with shyness for his role.

Avoiding her line of sight with embarrassment, Kyle continued to lick over every inch of his sister's ankle. With her paw cleaned, his tongue and teeth licked and nipped upwards till he hit her thighs. Slurping and nibbling on her thigh fluff, he worked out the dust with his mouth, filling his own teeth and tongue with the grime from the ground, but cleaning her. His eyes stayed ducked down, too humiliated even to chance seeing his sister's gloating expression. Even from below and with her face shaped as a critter, he could see the cheeky curl of her lips into a smirk, proudly relishing in her position of power. Like a queen on the throne above, she watched him with a calm half-smile and a nearly bored expression, like the task that struck him to the core with its shameful undertones was nothing more to her than routine.

"I can't believe this is happening..." Kyle thought to himself as dirt and the taste of himself filled his mouth from her thighs, now just appearing to be clean after nearly 20 minutes had passed since he'd begun and his mouth ached from being stretched open to use his tongue. Frustrated, his tongue retracted. "Screw this! I'll just stop! What's the worse that can happen? I feel a bit thirsty?!"

He tried to sit up, but the burn in his mouth intensified from before tenfold and sent him back down, nose to cock with her crotch. Her sheath had reclaimed most of her cock, but the tip sat out still, oozing with leaking cum.

"I am not doing this." He muttered mentally, but he felt the ache in his throat and the itch of his tongue to keep going. A panic started to spread through his mind, like a mental attack where he couldn't control the urge to clean her. His shame doubled, burning through his chest like a heart attack as his tongue, the endless polisher, stretched forward.

So, his rough tongue swiped over the tip, instantly sending tingles of pleasure down the rest of his length towards the base. As more inched out of the sheath, Kyle continued to lick lewdly over the entire thing, cleaning off the bits of dust and the thick layer of mixed juices that covered the flesh. With every lick, he tasted the earth, salty mixture of their combined juices on her cock. Smelling the manly musk in the air only made the matters worse for the blushing Kyle. Here he was, not only mercilessly cleaning his sister's cock, but his head shoved between her thighs and her musk filled the air inescapably around her. His face would stink of her scent and mark him with it. Every lick of her cock leaked out more of the salty, dribbling pre cum that made so much of a mess of her fur. With a slurp along the edges of the sheath to clean the drying bits of jizz there, Kyle would find another string of precum slipping down the side of her length,clinging to the plump head. So, his tongue would shift up and clean the strong salty serum up once again, and return to his taste.

Then, he'd have to dash down to her furry ballsack, heavy still with cum waiting to escape and messy her crotch again. The short hairs that coated the appendage seemed filled with musk and sweat and drizzled with sloppy, mixed juices. His nose crinkled back with the close vicinity to the aromatic pouch, but he couldn't pull back once he'd started in on the mess. So, he worked his mouth against her balls, sucking on the sides to loosen the sweat off his skin while his tongue ran through the little, tickling hairs to suck out cum and his own juices. While cleaning her cock had wounded him, cleaning her balls seemed to be the killing blow. Especially when he had to shift from balls to sheath with every beating second, trying to keep up.

However, with another lick near his sheath where he'd started, more precum would spurt from the tip like a water gun with the trigger being jostled, and his head would bob back p to lick and suckle up the mess, careful not to leave a bead to pool on his tip. If he tried to ignore the leaking precum and focus on the messy, stained base of fur the substance would leak copiously into the base of fur he struggled to clean and quadruple the mess he had. So, his neck strained lower. His butt lifted up for better balance, and Kyle bobbed his head up and down her length. One lick swept along the base and through dried cum before the next scooped up the glob of fresh, warm ooze.

"This feel never ending..." Kyle thought to himself, feeling his tongue start to throb from being extended out and his cheeks felt trapped and stuck between her thighs. "Just a break...If I could get a break..." He thought, before suddenly pausing realizing yet again he'd given up any chance of it ending and resolved to be the submissive force.

"God, she's really done it. She's broken me. I'm broken. This is what it feels like to be broken..." His tongue dug into the opening of his sheath slightly, sucking out the most aromatic of droplets of cum before he moved quickly to the tip to catch a squirty spurt over his muzzle.

"Nasty! Control yourself, Emily!"

Emily, watching him from above, sat back with a self-satisfied look on her face. In fact, as he worked through the sweaty layer on her lightly furred sheath, her eyes shut and left him to clean her as she napped lazily. He tried to stop when he saw her eyes sink shut, but the enchantment kept him nuzzling back to her groin till it'd been cleaned spotless. However, he didn't reach that point before her eyes suddenly shot open with a spurt of precum streaking out from her tip and over his nose, standing out on the black shade. He grumbled, licking where the pre stuck to her tip, only to have more dribble out and replace the first yet again.

"I'm not some slave! You should show some respect!" He swore suddenly, without thinking. Emily merely smirked at the outburst, shifting her crotch back slightly from him. "Oh yeah?" Instantly with the movement though, his head moved with and left him crawling over the earth to keep his tongue licking up the precum that seemed to flow constantly when Emily was teasing and torturing her brother.

"I think you missed a spot." She taunted, shifting so a new fold would show where her leg met her groin and his face would mashto her body, tongue stretched to its maximum to lick the sweaty crevice into where he fur seemed coated with a steady trickle of drying sweat from their romp. Disgust wrinkle up his nose and the scent and the harsh taste on his tongue, but the OCD focus on cleaning her wouldn't let him ignore a single crook or cranny. The pungent aroma of her body odor seemed to cling to his nose, intermingling with the musk from her sheath when he pulled back from the hidden crevice only to see that precum had been oozing back down onto the base he'd just cleaned.

"Damn it all!" He cried, diving back to her cock base with a fervor and wet, lewd slurps that dug the cum out of the fur, scoping it into his mouth with his lips and sucking it off the strands of fur. "Someone likes that a whole lot, sure you don't want another dosage..." Emily taunted, watching his eager cleaning till he'd gotten the base cleared once again and she leaned the other way to reveal the opposite, matching fold on her other hip socket.

More noises of irritation followed, but since he couldn't stop he licked her until sweat and musk seemed to BE his scent. He couldn't smell the comforting stench of his own body any more, just the earthy, spiced stink of his sister's male body, that she kept shifting to rub against his face and poke into his ear. Jizz oozed into his ear, filling it like when water leaks into a swimmer's ears, except thicker and a hundred times more unpleasant, but he couldn't pause in his cleaning to fix it, instead with his head constantly tipping and rolling to reach every bit of his sister, it let is slide and drip down into his head.

Finding his tongue once again playing a game of keep up with her leaking precum, Kyle started to grumble to himself almost constantly, trying to vent the building frustration he felt at the endless game of cleaning. "God Damit! Emily! Would you just stop it already!?" He cried, slurping up a thick oozing stream of pre that dribbled back onto his sheath and forcing her to dig through the short, tickly hairs again.

"I," Emily stated with an indignant huff, "Am not doing a single thing! In fact, you are the one technically molesting me without my consent! I'm just trapped here under the endless lust of my big brother! I'm sitting here! Trembling and frozen with fear at your insatiable needs!"

"Me!? Molesting you!?"

"Well, you did steal my panties." She mocked, just as she spurted a thick patch of precum onto her own thigh, sending him chasing after the mess. "Plus, you're the one who can't get enough of my cum."

"This isn't my fault! It's that crazy woman! She put a spell on me! I can't stop!" Kyle cried, feeling the rush of desperation take control of him once again, giving him the shortness of breath and fluttering sensation of insanity in his chest.

Emily shook her head, "Kyle, do you even realize how crazy that sounds?"

"What? Me! Crazy?!" Kyle's outburst suddenly pulled his head away from her crotch and the excruciating burn returned to his throat, one hundred times worse than the first sensation that had driven to her groin. His tongue slurped back onto her dripping tip, slurping up the strings of pre that covered her length, getting less and less runny as she suddenly built up to an even bigger mess that exploded onto Kyle's face with a careless lick to her most sensitive head.

After her orgasm, Kyle cleaned the stains of cum once again, this time with his tongue tired and sore from all the work it'd already done. His nose was clogged with her musk and her juices smeared his face with the scent of sweat still clinging to the fur around his mouth, but until she appeared clean and her balls emptied he couldn't pull away. So, he fell to her once again. His tongue sifted through the cum on her sheath and crotch, but when his head tipped to much and touched to her he'd smear cum onto her and have to wash the spot all over again. Plus, with every move he made that scent dust into the air he'd have to clean again to pick up the bits of dust that'd stick to the glue-like jizz that coated everything. The textures of cum and dirt filled his mouth, one slimey and the other gritty. Her rubbed his lips over her fur, feeling it stick together in clumps that hide bite of dirt he'd find in a second sweep that broke through the group and exposed the bits of fur still coated in clinging molecules of grime.

His meticulous tongue and warm, gentle panting quickly worked the girl up to another peak, sending a second wave of the white rain over her crotch and his face and building up the musk in the air again till he could taste her in his mouth just from the scent alone without the pungent globes of cum in his mouth, though there was no shortage of that either.

"I've never been so humiliated in my life. My tongue hurts...from licking my sister's dirt off her feet and her cum off his cock! My jaw is sore from holding it open so that my tongue never once stops cleaning! My face is covered in dirt and leaves and cum and god knows what else. I can taste sweat and semen at the same time! God!" Kyle lingered at his breaking point, hovering at the edge of a dangerous mental break with every additional lick up the length of her cock to chase an escaping stream of precum that seemed to be endless. One orgasm would renew the mess for the next only to be cleaned up just in time for her excitement to spill over and make a new mess.

It felt endless; he'd lick up her base and sheath and meticulously work the globes that'd escape onto her thighs off to find that the tickling sensation of his nibbles on her thighs had started to faucet of liquid excitement with a trickly, off-white ooze of precum, but cleaning that up would turn the shower on and spray the stuff all over in little spurted bursts which led into a full blown orgasm with a satisfied grunt from above.

With every orgasm, the cum got thinner and waterier. Towards her end, Emily's jizz seemed more like the frosting poured over cinnabons' melty and thin, but it wasn't any easier to clean, but it signalled the nearing end. Kyle's head throbbed from his tipped position, butt in the air to reach her crotch. His tongue hurt. His jaw ached. However, his pride stung most of all, whatever bits there were left that is.

At last, exhaustion took over for pleasure and she couldn't react to his cleaning tongue any longer, allowing her groin to reach a state of cleanliness that allowed him some peace- just in time for the park gates to open.

A bit disappointed, Emily pouted to herself, though she let it go at the first sign of the visiting kids and parents pouring in through the gates. Little fingers point towards Emily with gasps of awe at her majestic size. "Mommy! Look at that one ! It's so big and strong!" Only to then move to Kyle with little giggles, "Mommy, why's its face so messy?" Every single child's commentary brought another smile to the girl's face, while it sent Kyle further back in the exhibit out of burning shame. However, one visitor stood out from the rest. A man, identified with a press badge dangling from his blazer, loudly admired the two. "Look at those fine beasts!"

Happy to finally be redeemed, Kyle lumbered up to sit by his sister, sheepishly meeting the man's curious stares. "That fur! It's so shiny! And so white! And clean! They look so well together! A little couple!" Chen arrived at his side, pulling him into some chatter about the pair, while Emily felt her chest swell proudly. "This isn't so bad!" She thought to herself. "If I did my job, and I know I tried my damndest, Kyle will have some little cubs in a few months and I'll still have more than half a year to experience China! Plus, with some luck this will change Kyle! Or at least, break him in!"

Just as a self-amused smirk settled on the male panda's face, the pressman prepared his camera with a sturdy tripod beside the fence, zooming in to capture the panda's filling the frame, an idea occurred to the devious Emily. Just as the man finished prepping his shot, Emily settled down to sit, and as the button pushed she stood up again with dirt hanging off from her crotch.

Instantly, Kyle bend back down, tongue extended towards her crotch. "Ahh, no! Not again!"

Flash! Bzzz... A perfect shot rolled off the man's camera and onto his palm, bringing a quirked smile onto his lips! "Ha! Well, I wanted to write about how the social structure of panda's controls this panda couple, and you know what they say! A picture's worth a thousand words!"