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They had been inseparable since birth, Claire and Jason. Twin foals born on a ranch. Owned by people, of course. Not them. They liked to pretend sometimes, though. They were given incredible freedoms on the ranch. The owner, Jack Tucker, he was a real nice guy. He made sure they were fed, cleaned, and given a warm bed every night. They were expected to help out in later years, but when they were young, they were both given free rein.

It was probably because he was fucking Mama. They weren't oblivious to the birds and the bees. They grew up on a farm, after all. Animals fucking each other in the open is kind of a normal thing, after all. Sometimes, Mr. Tucker would come down to the barn when they were supposed to be asleep. When Mrs. Tucker wasn't home, he would sneak mama back up into the big house on the hill. Other times, when Mrs. Tucker was still home or when they were fighting, Mr. Tucker would come down and just take Mama behind another stack of hay bales in the loft where they slept.

So living on a farm coupled with seeing their mama's legs wrapped around Mr. Tucker's waist made it pretty easy to learn what sex was at a young age. After Mama died, Mr. Tucker started to get grumpier every month. He left Claire and Jason alone still, but they had to be much more careful about what sort of things they got into. What used to be amused scowls turned into angry glares when they were caught doing stuff they really ought not to have been.

This was one of those times when an angry glare would have been preferable.

They could hear them yelling all the way down in the barn. The Tuckers were arguing about something. They really couldn't tell about what. There was much more name calling and hurtful accusations being shot back and forth than the source for the argument to begin with. But it was a loud fight, to say the least!

They were sitting in the loft playing with a deck of cards they'd been given for their birthdays a week prior. Their identical brown hands held the cards in an identical way. Their faces were contorted in an identical poker variety, broken only by a grimace at a particularly loud yell from time to time.

“I wish they would just… get a divorce or something," Claire said, dealing him two replacement cards for the ones he discarded. “He's clearly unhappy with the marriage. She's… obviously…in agreement."

“Right?" Jason glanced right, toward the window in the loft overlooking the pasture. A smirk curled his lips as he beheld two of the farm's younger horses outside. “Or at least take a page from Brutus and Valentine's book." he indicated the horses with a nod of his head. “Stop fighting and get laid. They both obviously need it."

Claire's gasp made him laugh when she turned and saw the horses rutting in the pasture. “Jason!" she yelled. “You know they don't have sex with each other! That's why he was always coming down and fucking Mama!" She nickered in annoyance. “If he's getting laid, he's probably coming down and getting me, and I want my first time to…."'

Her voice trailing off caught his attention. he turned my eyes back on her and tilted his head. “What?" he asked, not sure he was hearing what he thought he was.

“Nothing!" she said, re-sorting her cards. “How many do you want?"

“I already got two," he reminded her as he peered over his hand at her. “What did you say about your first time?"

She muttered something under her breath and hid her long face behind her cards.

He was not about to let this opportunity to tease his twin pass him by! He grinned and leaned forward some. “Still cant hear you, what about your first-…"

My eyes widened as her weight slammed against him. Before he could yelp, her lips pressed against his own. Her whole body pressed against his! Her ample breast was smashed against his chest, her lips were on his, and her fingers were laced in and about his own. He struggled for a long moment, then melted into the touch.

Sensing his surrender, Claire lifted her lips away from his own and stared down into his eyes. She was breathing heavily. After she stole his breath away with that kiss of hers, so was he. “I said I wanted my first time to be with you, instead of with Mr. Tucker."

He was less shocked than he thought he ought to be at her confession. It made sense really if one thought about it. They were the only furries on the farm. Mr. Tucker never really showed interest in fucking Claire and… Mrs. Tucker despised them both. She would glare their way whenever she was nearby. Truly, they were all each other had.

“I want you to be my first," he echoed, feeling his sheathe stir between his legs. She must have felt it too. Her hips began to grind against his, rubbing her groin up and down along his sheathe the coax his manhood from within. “I want you to be my only."

She murred, gently nickering at him. “Good," she said, kissing the tip of his nose. She crawled off of him, moving far enough away that she could wiggle her butt at him and hold her tail to the side, the very same way they'd seen the horses on the ranch do it countless times. “Then hurry up! Before Mr. Tucker comes down and catches us!"

He didn't need much more coaxing. Instinct took over, driving him to do things he'd really had no clue beyond what he'd seen in the livestock and the times when Mr. Tucker would take Mama. He lifted himself up onto his knees and shimmied up behind Claire, stroking his stiff arousal with one hand.

The other rested on her hips and Claire audibly gasped at his touch. Grinning from ear to ear, Jason guided his tip against his sister's winking slit and began to gently push into her. Gently was not on her radar, however. As soon as her nethers closed around his tip, sucking him inward of their own volitions, Claire rocked her hips back, driving her rump up against his hips and sinking every last inch of his arousal inside of her.

She threw her head back and whinnied. Jason doubled over, hugging her around the middle and hanging on for dear life as her hot insides squeezed and pulsed around him. He nickered and tried to make sense of the incredible sensations running up and down the length of his horsehood.

“Jason!" his sister called. “Jason, come on! Fuck me already!"

It took him a minute to figure out that she was in fact speaking, but when he did he lifted his torso away from her and set his hands at her quivering hips. She was already rocking forward and back, fucking herself on his pole as best as she could but it wasn't enough. Her whimpering moans told him all he needed to know.

He drew his hips back, pulling his length out of her nearly all the way before he drove home again, slapping his hips against her rump and spearing into her tight body again. Beneath him, she gasped and arched her back.

“Hard! Quick before we get caught!" she reminded him, curling her fingers in the hay beneath them.

Right, they didn't need to be caught. He wasn't sure why, but a sense of dread filled his heart when he thought about Mr. Tucker catching them mating. Like that would be all the excuse the rancher needed to start using Claire regularly, like he had Mama. He started to drive himself against his sister, pushing his meat into her quaking body in animalistic need.

It wasn't fast or hard enough for Claire though. Jason could hear her whimpering and moaning for more. It felt so good, her hot, silky flesh squeezing him, stroking every inch of his sensitive length and sending bolts of pleasurable electricity lancing through his body. But it was going too fast! He tried to slow down, to think of anything but his sister's back arching below him, her hips slapping against his own, her cries for more echoing in his ears.

He forced himself deeply into her and held himself still. He felt his tip seat itself against something deep inside just as he flared outward at his tip, sealing the tunnel behind. He squeezed her hips tightly as his balls tightened and he felt his cock spasm. His hot seed rushed deep into her belly and together, they threw their heads back and whinnied.

The first spurt of his molten essence pooled in her belly, but the second was left somewhere halfway down her tunnel, and the rest spilled uselessly into the hay beneath him as two strong hands pulled him off of Claire. Jason wasn't sure what was going on until he heard Mr. Tucker's gruff yell.

“We dun need no more fuckin furries on the farm! Mary's right, if we're gonna let you stay here, you're gonna give us foals, smart foals to start payin for your share!" Mr. Tucker had a handful of Claire's mane and was dragging her toward the steps that led up into the loft. “Come 'ere, you! Brutus ought to be recovered enough by now. Gonna put you in the harness. Leave you there over night. Let Brutus have his way with ya. See if it takes."

“Hey, wait!" Jason said, springing to his hooves. “You cant just put her in-…"

He stopped in his tracks when Mr. Tucker set his hand on the six-shooter he always carried at his hip.

“You just stay right there, boy," Mr. Tucker said. It was like the man who'd taken care of them all their lives no longer existed. Whatever they were fighting about earlier, it must have been a big one. “Way I see it, you got a choice. Either you start pullin your weight and try'na get Valentine knocked up, or I put ya in the harness right next to yer sister."

“I don't want a foal!" Claire yelled, struggling against Mr. Tucker's grip. “Let go of me!"

Mr. Tucker turned, glaring at Jason's sister as he started to haul her down the stairs again. “Shut up! Either you start pumpin out foals or Mary's gonna sell you to make glue!"

As they disappeared out of sight, Jason heard a loud -clang- and something landed heavily. Claire screamed a moment later and he rushed to follow them.

He stopped in the doorway, his jaw slack and his breath caught in his throat. There, at the bottom of the stairs was Mr. Tucker in a crumpled heap bleeding profusely from a wound in the top of his head. Standing over him was a wolf as black as night. In the wolf's hand was a shovel and beside him, Claire stood petrified with fear in her wide eyes.

“Hey, get away from my-…!"

“My name is Diego," the wolf said in a deep growl. “I'm here to get you both off this farm. Take you somewhere safe."

“But," Jason said, cautiously descending the stairs toward his twin, “this farm is our home. We don't wanna leave."

The wolf considered the unconscious farmer and quirked a brow. At least, Jason thought he was quirking a brow. “Clearly. If you want to stay and let him breed you both for profit, then who am I to argue?"

Claire gasped and reached out, hugging the big wolf's arm. “NO!" she practically yelped. “I don't wanna have some animal's foals! Please take us away!"

Jason opened his mouth to protest, but his heart wasn't in it. He didn't want her to have Brutus's babies either, and he certainly didn't want to spend the rest of his life fucking some mare while his twin got mounted a few feet away. “Alright," he agreed at last.

“Then hurry up," Diego said. “We don't have much time. He'll wake up soon and you better believe he's gonna either try to kill us himself or call the police." Without another word, Diego spun on his paw and led them toward the barn door.

Claire and Jason jogged to keep up, exchanging nervous glances. Diego peered out into the yard then threw the door open and sprinted toward Mr. Tucker's truck. As if he'd done it a million times, he got into the driver's seat and started the engine.

“You know how to drive!" Claire yelled.

“Yeah, get in!" Diego barked. “No, not the back! Get up here!"

Together, they clambered awkwardly into the cab and huddled together. A moment later, they were speeding down the country road away from the farm. Despite what had just transpired, Jason watched their home disappear in the rear view mirror with a growing sadness.

“Where did you learn how to drive?" Claire asked, jarring him from his sorrows.

“Self taught," Diego said. “It's really not that hard. Go, stop, steer. The gears are all marked-…"

“You can read!?" Jason asked.

“Yup. Where we're going, you both can learn how too." Diego turned his jet black eyes on the two of them and Jason swore he saw hiss muzzle curling upward in a sly grin. “If that's what you want."

“YES!" Claire exclaimed, squeezing Jason tightly around the middle. “What else can we learn!?"

Diego shrugged and gave a growling hum. “Anything. I'm a member of an organization that specializes in protecting furries. We work underground to protect those who are being particularly mistreated, or are being exploited in a way that helps to further oppress furries in the world. Your mother was also a part of this organization, but she disappeared years ago. I've been trying to track her down ever since," he said, giving them both a quick glance.

“When I finally found her, she'd already died but I've been watching you ever since," Diego continued, “making sure you weren't being mistreated. I'd made up my mind that today was going to be the last day. I was satisfied you weren't being mistreated. Quite the opposite. Until…"

“Yeah," Jason said, sharing a glance with his twin. “Thank you for that. Um. Neither one of us wants to be breeding stock for animals and…"

“And thanks for rescuing us," Claire finished, smiling warmly up at their rescuer.

“Don't mention it."

“So," Jason asked after a moment of awkward silence, “you're going to teach us how to be secret furry agents? Super heroes? What?"

“Well, we aren't super powered," the wolf said with an amused smile. “And I wouldn't really say we're agents either, but… if you're willing to learn and want to devote your life to protecting furries and making abusive humans pay for their transgressions, then yes. We'll teach you how to be super secret furry hero agents."

Again the twins exchanged a glance. “YES!"

Diego actually laughed a little. “Good. We'll start as soon as we get to our base then. We'll start teaching you how to read and write. Basic stuff at first."

“Then what?" Jason and Claire asked in unison, their excitement evident in their voices.

“Well, there's combat training. You're going to learn how to defend yourselves and incapacitate human threats from some of the masters of various martial arts from all over the world. Furries have been fighting back for as long as we've been oppressed, did you know that? Some fight with words, others fight with their teeth and claws. We're going to teach you how to do both. After that: weapons training. Martial arts and words are powerful tools, but sometimes the situation requires you to speak softly and carry a big stick or in some cases, a firearm.

“We're going to teach you how to handle knives, pistols, swords, mundane objects you might not even think of right now. Once you've got the basics of those down, we'll move to vehicle training. You're going to learn how to drive cars, both standard and automatic, and if you're really lucky, we might even teach you how to pilot various aircraft or various armored vehicles."

“Holy shit!" Jason said. “You guys have tanks and stuff!?"

“Well, no." Diego smirked and looked at the slowly relaxing twins. “But if the need ever arises, you'll be able to drive one if one's around. IF you are good enough to get to that level of training, of course."

“If you guys have all of this training and specialties," Claire asked, slowly releasing her brother's middle, “why aren't you openly fighting back against the government and stuff?"

The wolf shook his head and hummed a negative. “We lack the numbers. We have to work in secret. If we started marching and openly fighting the humans, they'd have every excuse to wipe us out. They severely out-number us and more than out-gun us."

“That's why you're more like secret agents than super heroes," Jason said, slowly beginning to understand and comprehend what they were being told. “Right? Working in secret keeps you safe." He shook his head and corrected himself. “Keeps us safe."

“There you go, now you're getting it. Blending in will keep us safe better than any amount of combat training ever will, but it's still nice to have all of those tricks and all of that know-how just in case…."

As they rounded a corner in the road, Jason saw a police car in the oncoming lane running with all of its lights and sirens on. As it passed them, it slammed on the brakes and flipped a u-turn to come chasing after them.

Diego sighed and floored the gas pedal. “Check in the glove compartment."

Jason nodded and reached forward. He fumbled with the handle for a moment, but soon enough the little compartment's door popped open. Inside was a small black pistol.

“Oh good," Diego said. “impromptu weapons training. Rule number one," he said, “point at the target and squeeze the trigger."