AN: This is the first of two chapters where Syri, Anno, and Captain Steele enjoy each other's company. It will include size difference, incest, Captain Steele being a bottom, and a little sprinkling of fluff (literal and otherwise).
Today had been a relatively good day for Jessie Steele. She had only been jumped twice on her way to the taxis, which was actually pretty good by Dhaal's standards. The tidally-locked planet was a rough neighborhood, and she was lucky that all her assailants wanted from her was her milk.
Not that she gave it up she gave it up freely, of course. Being able to crush tanks like soda cans with your mind gave you a lot of options when it came to dealing with muggers. She had even availed herself of some choice equipment while her assailants were incapacitated (i.e. coked out of their minds on her milk). It doesn't count as mugging if they attack you first, after all!
To top it all off, she was gonna be a dad! A girl-dad! That had been a shock; she was certain she was sterile at this point, but her cousin Jack's bodyguard was adamant. Apparently their Gray-Goo-strapon-assisted coupling in the scaffolds of Zheng Shi had given what few swimmers she still had the chance they needed to complete their mission.
Regardless, she was in high spirits as she took the lift onto her ship, the Sidewinder, recently purloined from the pirates of aforementioned Zheng Shi. Feruze, Jack's bodyguard, seemed a decent woman on the whole. Perhaps not the most present mother, on the whole, but who was Jessie to throw stones on that front? Besides, after Jessie grabbed the last probe on Phaedra II, she had a feeling the large Suula had a bright future on her security team.
(Ideally after getting her some extra equipment below the belt, but Jessie wasn't hung up on it, considering that Feruze could make her cum her brains out just by sticking Jessie's fingers in her snatch.)
Shaking off thoughts of the far future, she turned to her immediate future. She had a lot of debatably-ill-gotten gains to pawn off to Steele Tech, which meant swinging by Dr. Dorna's room.
"Hey, Anno," Jessie chirped as she opened the bulkhead and poked her head into her science officer's room. "Got some stuff for you to-"
Steele trailed off as she saw the room was empty. Puzzled, she checked her codex. Anno sent her a message once she got back on board from the Zaibatsu party, about a day before Jessie had extricated herself from Ambassador Elrynn's tender ministrations. Jessie might have gone a bit overboard, in hindsight, but how could she say no to 36 consecutive hours being doted on by a big girl with a massive cock?
Regardless, Steele's slutty science officer wasn't around, but she was definitely on the ship. Ship policy was for her crew to check in before leaving, either in person or via codex, and that went double on a planet as dangerous as Dhaal.
Maybe Syri knew where she went. Jessie closed the door and made her way down the hall to Syri's quarters.
It sounded like Syri was angry at someone. That made sense; when she wasn't helping the science team, Syri streamed Call of Valor professionally, and could get pretty tilted whenever a game didn't go her way (and even when it did). Jessie approached the door. Ideally, Syri would know where her sister had squirreled away to. Even if she didn't, she'd be eager to blow off steam from her match, which was its own kind of fun.
The door opened. It was hot and humid inside Syri's quarters, and Anno was inside. When Jessie saw what Anno and her sister were doing, her face erupted into a very pleased smile.
There was a picture Jessie kept in her quarters of herself flanked by both Dorna twins, taken just after Syri had officially joined the crew. In the picture, aside from their contrasting hair/fur colors and a slight bulge in the front of Syri's pants, the two sisters were uncannily alike. Nearly identical.
This was no longer the case. Anno, partly at Jessie's suggestion, had splurged on Huskar treats and filled out considerably. Before, she had been slim-thick. Now she was just thicc. Her tits had ballooned to G-cups, her waist went from an hourglass to a deliciously curvy paunch, and her ass and thighs were so fat that groping hands were swallowed like a black hole. The collar of downy fur across her neck and shoulders was the icing on the sweet, buttery cake.
Syri, on the other hand, had changed in almost the exact opposite direction. Inspired by an alternate-universe counterpart encountered in a liminal sex pocket dimension (long story), Syri had gone from slim to bricked. She grew a foot taller. Her muscles rivaled a professional bodybuilder. Her fur was thick, almost shaggy on her arms and legs. Her tits had ballooned to G-cups, just like her sister's, and constantly leaked warm, ambrosial milk. Her cock had gone from eight inches to an entire foot, veiny and musky and delicious. Topping it all off, literally, were a pair of devilish horns curving upward, flanking her raven wolf ears.
Their bodies were works of art, and getting the twins to appreciate that about each other was one of Jessie's greatest achievements. And now, she was face to face with the fruits of her labor.
"Did you think this wouldn't happen?!?" Syri growled, "That you could shake that fat ass in my face while I'm trying to focus and just walk away?!?"
"Gaaawwd," Anno moaned. Syri had her in a standing full nelson, ankles over her head, and was pounding her sister's pussy like it owed her money. Both of them were coated in a sheen of sweat. With every clap, Anno's cheeks rippled like a tsunami. With every thrust, her breasts rose and fell like an empire. Her teary eyes were streaked with makeup, and she had the biggest, dopiest, blissed-out smile on her face. "I'm shaawwwryyy~"
Syri huffed, "I fucking doubt that. This is exactly what you wanted, isn't it? You're just a filthy pervert who wanted her sister to fuck her, aren't you?"
Well. It seems like Anno had decided to pull her 'tease them until they fuck you into a puddle' routine on her sister. And during one of Syri's competitive matches, based on the display on her monitor. If getting picked up and manhandled had been part of Anno's plan, then it seemed to have worked perfectly.
"Guaaaagh," Anno groaned as Syri's knot battered her vulva. "Shooo goooood~"
"Yeah, that's what I thought," Syri smirked, "You know, if you wanted this dick so badly, you could've just asked." She looked up, realizing their incestuous tryst suddenly had an audience. "Oh, hey Steele. Didn't see you there," she said, not breaking her rhythm.
"Jessie?!?" Anno blurted, the name jolting her out of her cock-drunk haze. "W-wait, don't- ooouugh!!" She was sent right back into it as Syri shifted her grip down to Anno's hips, flesh bulging between her fingers, shoved downward and sent her knot into Anno's sopping wet pussy with a loud POP!
"Nah," Syri said as Anno came, squirting around her knotty dick. "Besides, it's fine. She likes watching, doesn't she?"
Jessie nodded vigorously, "Oh, very much so, yes."
Syri's smile turned cruel. "Yeah, that's what I thought. You like seeing women get what you can't give them, don't you?"
Oh, so that's how this was gonna go. Degradation - giving and receiving - was always one of Syri's things, wasn't it? Jessie, consummate bottom that she was, slipped into the scene seamlessly. "Y-yes." She added a stammer as she got into character.
"Hah!" Syri barked a laugh, "That's what I figured. Not surprising, considering the overcooked macaroni you've got between your legs. Actually, I've got an idea. Get over here."
Steele glanced behind her as she entered the room. "Should I close the door?" she asked, then tacked on, "Mistress?"
Syri tensed. With a mighty tug, she pulled her knot out of Anno's snatch, making the chubby tramp scream in masochistic ecstasy. "Ooh," she shivered, "I like the way that word sounds from your lips. And no. Let them look."
It seemed like pawning off the contents of her pack to Steele Tech would have to wait. A shame.
Jessie hurried to Syri's side. Her room stank of sex and wet fur, of musk and rut and juices. It was humid as the jungles of Mhen'ga, and every damp lungful of air drew Jessie deeper and deeper into subspace. She came to a stop inches from Anno's stuffed pussy, folded her hands together and waited.
Syri lifted one hand off of Anno's hip and grabbed a handful of her sister's titflesh, making her moan again as her nipple popped in and out of her inverted areolae in time with Syri's kneading. "Oh, that's a lovely sight." Syri cooed. She looked down to Jessie's groin- the tiny, nearly unnoticeable bulge under the silvery faux-latex. "Hey, Nova," Syri said, addressing Jessie's living suit of armor, "do me a favor and lemme see Jessie's clit for a second."
Nova, the Gray Goo that Jessie had taken in and wore like a catsuit, chirped, "Okie-dokie!" and retracted her coverage from Jessie's groin.
"Daaw. Isn't that adorable?" Syri said.
'Adorable' was one word to describe Jessie's prick. Other words ranged from 'cute' and 'non-threatening' - if her partners were being nice - to 'useless', 'pathetic', and 'microscopic' - if they weren't. It was tiny, made even tinier by the flat saltshaker-style cage it was locked in. The cage had been a custom job- designed for long-term use and comfort. And Nova could get in and clean her clit without having to take it off.
"God, I'm never gonna get over how tiny it is. Is it a tight fit? I bet it is, with how snug your little nuts are under there."
"I-I think it's-" Anno's attempts to defend Jessie's dignity were cut off with another orgasmic squeal as Syri unceremoniously shoved her knot back inside.
"No more talking for you, slut." Syri ran a finger over the cage, dabbing the bead of pre that leaked from the tip. "Does it even try to get hard anymore?"
"It can't, mistress."
"It can't what?" Jessie knew that Syri already knew the answer, but she made her say it anyways. The humiliation felt like the sun.
"I can't get hard anymore, mistress."
"Really, now?" Syri feigned surprise. "Why is that? I thought your fancy micro-surgeon things stopped that kind of thing from happening."
"I reprogrammed them, mistress. Anno helped me." The admission made her humiliation spike. Her skin tingled and her hole clenched.
"Did she now?" Syri pumped her hips, grinding her knot deeper into Anno's pussy as she locked eyes with her. "And here i thought you were an insatiable cock-hound. Or maybe you saw what she was working with and figured it was for the best?"
Anno was still incoherent with pleasure. Syri said, "Actually, that makes me wonder. Have you ever used that thing on anyone before?"
It was too much. The feelings and sensations were overwhelming. The exhibition and humiliation. The sight of her lovers - twin sisters, no less - carnally entwined. Taboo and depravity. A panoply of masochistic delight. "No, mistress, I haven't," Jessie answered, truthfully.
Syri sneered, "And you never will."
Jessie came. She came hard, moaning as her ass frantically clenched around nothing, as her clit squirted string after string of thin, translucent sissy juice.
"Holy shit!" Syri said, breaking character from genuine surprise. "Seriously, Steele? Just from that?"
"T-th-thank you, mistress," Jessie said as the last spurts of watery cum dribbled down her tight coinpurse.
Syri smiled and said, "God, I feel like the luckiest woman alive." And Jessie knew it wasn't just for the sake of the scene. And she knew that all three of them felt the same way. "Alright, sissy," she said, letting the 'hard dom' persona fall back into place. "First things first. Where's the key to that cage of yours?"
"Oh, it doesn't have one, mistress." Syri cocked her head, confused, and Jessie elaborated, "It's a magnetic lock. You just press your finger onto the cage and it comes off."
"Really?" Syri took her other hand off of Anno's hip, leaving her suspended in the air entirely off of Syri's foot-long cock. "So if I just go... boop!" She pressed a big, fuzzy finger into the cage, pressing it inside Jessie's body. Then, with a faint thock, the head and the ring came undone. "Adorable," Syri remarked.
"There's a fingerprint scanner on the head, mistress. You're already in the system."
"Aww! That's so sweet," Syri said. Then, her brow furrowed, and she scrutinized her finger. "Wait, how did it read my fingerprint through the fur?" She shook her head, "Doesn't matter. I've decided what we're doing next, sissy. First, finish taking off that cage."
Jessie was a bit confused, as it wasn't like she was going to use her clit, especially after the whole shpeal about how useless it was. Still, she obeyed. She took the flat head in two fingers and gently pulled, drawing out a thin, clear flexible tube from her clit. She let out a tiny gasp as it left her urethra, trailing thin, watery cum all the while.
Syri shook her head in amazement, "God, you're a freak." It was an insult and a compliment in one, and they both made Jessie's chest swell with excitement. "Anyways, bitch, here's what's gonna happen. I-" She slapped Anno's humongous ass with her free hand, making the flesh jiggle and quake. "-am gonna knotfuck my slut of a sister. And you are gonna rub yourself while you watch."
Jessie blinked, confused. "Rub myself, mistress?"
"Y'know, rub one out. Flick the bean. Jill off?" Jessie answered with a blank stare, and Syri sighed. "Like this, okay?" She took her hand and planted it on Anno's pussy, still stuffed with her knot. "Put two fingers on your clit-" she followed along on Anno's quim, pressing her middle and ring fingers against her sister's protruding clitoris, "-and rub circles like so." She did so, and Anno cried out as she squirted again. Was that the third time? It wouldn't be the last.
Jessie was still a bit skeptical, but she mentally shrugged and obeyed, pressing her limp clit into her body with two fingers and rubbing counterclockwise.
"Good sissy." Syri said as she put her hands back on Anno's hips, pulled her knot out of her pussy and rammed it back in. "And keep watching. I want you to commit this to memory."
And so she went. Syri didn't thrust, so much as lift Anno up and down her cock with her arms. Like her sister was nothing but an oversized fleshlight. She shoved her bulbous knot in and out and in and out and in and out with inexorable force and pace, uncaring as Anno screamed and squirted and came again and again. Jessie would've actually been a little concerned if it had been anyone else, but Anno's size queen cred was well established. She probably wouldn't even be sore after this.
As for Jessie, she did what she was told, like a good girl. She knelt, her head resting just in front of Syri’s crotch, and took everything in. The sight of their incestuous coupling, tantalizing, scandalous as it was passionate, mesmerized her.
And she rubbed herself. She rubbed and rubbed and rubbed and it was... it was...
Holy shit, it was amazing!! How had she never done this before? All the shrinking treatments she took didn't get rid of the nerve endings in her prick; if anything they were more sensitive than ever! She came twice just from jilling off, watery spooge dribbling between her fingers, her clit never so much as attempting to get hard.
This was heaven. She was in heaven.
She was taken out of heaven by the sound of snapping fingers. "Hey, bitch." Syri was trying to get her attention.
"Yes, mistress?" Jessie asked.
"I changed my mind. Get down here and clean my nuts." She pointed to her swollen sack, coated with her sister's glistening pussy juices.
Jessie smiled, said, "Yes, mistress," and plunged into Syri's nuts.
She took it back. This was heaven. The heady musk of Syri's sweaty nutsack was the most wonderful scent to ever grace this galaxy. Juices flowed down from the Dorna twins' coupling, bathing Syri's sack in a cocktail of carnality. Sweetness from Anno's pussy secretions, salt from Syri's ballsweat, and a hit of umami from Syri's precum. Jessie lapped it up like the sweetest nectar, dragging her tongue up Syri's sack again and again, then moving up into the folds of her canine sheath.
Awareness receded. Time ceased to exist. There was only her, the sound of glorious twincest, and Syri's nutsack. Fruit of the gods. And she worshipped.
After what was either five minutes or five centuries, or somewhere in between, Jessie was jolted out of subspace when Syri suddenly thrusted forward, smacking Jessie in the face with her sack. "Come on, is that all you've got, sissy?" Syri jeered. "Or is that tongue just as worthless as that pathetic clit between your legs?"
Oh. Oh. Jessie could tolerate a lot of dirty talk, but that was a challenge. Syri didn't realize, but the glove had been thrown. A lever was flipped in Jessie's mind, shifting her from 'bottom bitch' to 'bratty bitch'.
"What's with that smile?" Syri asked, oblivious. "Don't go thinking you can get clever with-"
Jessie's tongue telescoped out of her mouth, wrapped itself around Syri's sack once, twice, three times, and yanked it into her waiting mouth.
"-meeeeEeEEeEEEEE!!" Syri squealed in surprise, hitting a pitch Jessie hadn't heard her hit since her transformation. She reflexively slammed her knot inside Anno's snatch as her nuts were enveloped in Jessie's eager maw, making the scientist scream in harmony with her sister. "Hoo! Ho boy!" Syri bit her bottom lip as Jessie's tongue massaged her balls. "Forgot you could to that."
Jessie let out an amused hum as she gargled Syri's ballsack. Her enhanced tongue, two feet long, fully prehensile and dripping with lubricant, was a 'gift' from the late Dr. Illustria Po. But that was a story for another day.
Jessie snaked the tip of her tongue, still mostly wrapped around Syri's nuts, out of her mouth and up to lather the underside of Syri's shaft, and lap at the bottom of Anno's folds.
"Ooooh, Syri moaned, shuddering as she started plowing her sister again. "Keep doing that. Good sissy."
The praise put a warm slice of sunlight in her core, but Jessie Steele wasn't satisfied. One of the two Dorna sisters was still capable of making coherent sentences, and that simply wouldn't do. Still lavishing the twins with her tongue, Jessie reached back and grabbed Syri's ass with both hands. It was a very nice ass. Large, soft, and just perky enough not to sag while still having enough give for groping hands to grab onto. It wasn't quite as nice as Jessie's ass, of course, but that was an unfair comparison.
She kneaded and massaged Syri's butt. Then she subtly spread Syri's cheeks and slipped two fingers inside.
"Wait, what are yoOoOoOOOOFUCK!" Syri moaned. Jessie smirked around Syri's nutsack. Syri played up the 'big-dick domme' persona for her partners and her audience, but it was the Sidewinder's worst kept secret that she was the second-biggest buttslut on the ship.
Syri's enhanced hole had been given a double-dose of Anusoft, just like Jessie, and it was as sensitive as any virgin pussy out there. Moreso, even. Just two fingers playing with her rim had Syri trembling where she stood.
devoured her fingers as she sank three knuckles deep to find-there.
Syri screamed as Jessie's fingers pressed against her prostate. Her knees almost buckled. "J-Jessie... baby," Syri froze, groaning as Jessie's fingers poked and prodded her bitch-button. "I-I'm gonna-"
"No!" Anno screamed. Syri's buttslut paralysis had given Anno enough time to return to lucidity, and she was not happy. "Don't stop! Keep going! Cum in me! Fill me! Breed me!"
Syri stammered, "A-Anno-"
Anno arched her back, reached behind her, grabbed Syri's neck and pulled her sister close. They were eye to eye, faces inches apart.
Anno hissed, "Give me your puppies."
From her spot on the floor, Jessie could see Syri's eyes dilate. She barely got clear in time.
Syri started ravaging her sister's pussy. She'd been rough before, but now she was downright feral. She was growling. Snarling. She- Jessie blinked in surprise as Syri opened her mouth and bit her sister hard, her teeth sinking so deep in Anno's shoulder that Jessie was afraid she'd drawn blood.
Anno screamed, "Yes! Yes! More! MORE! YES!!"
Smack. Smack. Plap. Plap. Syri's entire length, tip to base, knot and all, vanished into Anno's pussy again and again and again. She growled around Anno's shoulder, legs quivering, arms squeezing Anno's body tight enough to make her pop.
She was so close. So Jessie shoved four fingers into Syri's puffy ring, put her thumb against her perineum, and squeezed.
Syri and Anno Dorna sang in ecstasy. Alto and soprano. Perfect harmony. Syri's knot slammed home, and swelled from an orange to a grapefruit.
Syri came. And came. And came, and came and came and came and came. Anno's belly went from paunchy to swollen to bulging to gravid as her sister's load glorped into her womb, trapped by her bulbous knot and stretching Anno to her body's limit.
Jessie watched with pride. The cum-boosters were her idea too.
After that explosive finish, Syri all but collapsed onto her bed, still tied to her sister. Both of them were out of it, from both exhaustion and bliss. Jessie, for her part, felt great. She took the time to put her cage back on, and lick her fingers clean, before joining the twins on the bed, kicking her feet off the side as she waited patiently.
“Wowie Zowie!” Nova chirped. “That was so hot!”
Jessie jumped. Her Gray Goo companion could be deceptively stealthy. “Jeez, Nova. Forgot you were here.”
"Ho boy," Anno said, panting, once she had recovered enough to speak. "I gotta tease you more often."
"Yeah," Syri panted, "I wouldn't mind that. Though, maybe not during competitive matches."
Anno giggled. "No promises."
Syri huffed. Then she saw what she had done to Anno's shoulder, and paled. "Oh my god, Anno." The hickey hadn't broken the skin, but it was still bad. One could conceivably argue that it qualified as a wound. "Are you alright? I guess I... kinda went a little crazy at the end, huh?"
"A little crazy?" Anno parroted, incredulous. "Syri, you were... I had no idea you were even capable of that! You were unhinged! Like some desperate, howling demon!" Anno pouted. "You frightened me."
Syri opened her mouth, but before she could apologize or beg forgiveness, Anno put a finger over her lips, leaned in and whimpered,
"Do it again."
Jessie snorted with laughter. "Seriously, Anno? Only you could pull out a reference that old after getting fucked that hard."
Anno rolled her eyes. "You're the one who puts on all those ancient holomovies every time you pick. Don't blame me for getting infected with your geriatric taste."
"Sorry, what?" Syri asked, glancing between the two of them, brow furrowed. "Reference. What am I missing?"
Anno and Jessie exchanged glances. "You're coming to movie night this Friday," said Jessie.
"I've got a stream this Friday," Syri whined.
"We'll spend the entire movie between your legs," Anno offered. Jessie nodded.
Without hesitation, Syri said, "Deal."
The three of them sat there for a while, basking in the afterglow. Since the twins were still tied, Jessie went around putting the room back into order. She reset the climate control, bringing the humidity back to normal and clearing away some of the stench, and paged Celise to come clean up the mess. She was entertaining Kiro and Paige at the moment, and would be a while, but she'd be here. Bimbo though she was, Celise never forgot about a mess. Every mess was a meal on the Sidewinder, after all.
"We're not actually gonna go again, are we?" Jessie asked.
"Nah," Syri said, "I'm bushed."
"Not right now," said Anno. Jessie nodded.
"... Hey, sis?" Syri asked.
"Yah?" Anno replied.
"... Were you serious about the whole, 'give me your puppies' thing?"
"Wait, what?" Anno laughed, "Seriously, sis? Come on, our parents would kill us."
"Well, yeah, sure. But..." Syri, the seven foot tall amazon with muscles on top of her muscles, suddenly looked a bit demure. "What if they wouldn't?"
Anno blinked, and reappraised her sister. She put her finger to her chin, thinking, before shaking her head. "Sorry, sis. I already promised Kaede my first litter."
Syri nodded, and her raven-black ears started to droop.
"But..."
The ears sprang upright again.
"If you can talk my girlfriend into it, I might be willing to let you have second go at my womb."
"Hell yeah!" Syri beamed, "I'll take it!"
"Something to look forward to, at least." Jessie remarked as she slid onto the bed. "Though, thinking about it, wouldn't they be Valden's babies? How does the DNA situation work out?"
"I dunno." Syri shrugged. "We should ask that doctor back on Uveto."
"After you get that last probe, Jessie," Anno gently insisted.
"Sure." Jessie nodded, "Something to look forward to."
Today had been a relatively good day for Jessie Steele. She had only been jumped twice on her way to the taxis, which was actually pretty good by Dhaal's standards. The tidally-locked planet was a rough neighborhood, and she was lucky that all her assailants wanted from her was her milk.
Not that she gave it up she gave it up freely, of course. Being able to crush tanks like soda cans with your mind gave you a lot of options when it came to dealing with muggers. She had even availed herself of some choice equipment while her assailants were incapacitated (i.e. coked out of their minds on her milk). It doesn't count as mugging if they attack you first, after all!
To top it all off, she was gonna be a dad! A girl-dad! That had been a shock; she was certain she was sterile at this point, but her cousin Jack's bodyguard was adamant. Apparently their Gray-Goo-strapon-assisted coupling in the scaffolds of Zheng Shi had given what few swimmers she still had the chance they needed to complete their mission.
Regardless, she was in high spirits as she took the lift onto her ship, the Sidewinder, recently purloined from the pirates of aforementioned Zheng Shi. Feruze, Jack's bodyguard, seemed a decent woman on the whole. Perhaps not the most present mother, on the whole, but who was Jessie to throw stones on that front? Besides, after Jessie grabbed the last probe on Phaedra II, she had a feeling the large Suula had a bright future on her security team.
(Ideally after getting her some extra equipment below the belt, but Jessie wasn't hung up on it, considering that Feruze could make her cum her brains out just by sticking Jessie's fingers in her snatch.)
Shaking off thoughts of the far future, she turned to her immediate future. She had a lot of debatably-ill-gotten gains to pawn off to Steele Tech, which meant swinging by Dr. Dorna's room.
"Hey, Anno," Jessie chirped as she opened the bulkhead and poked her head into her science officer's room. "Got some stuff for you to-"
Steele trailed off as she saw the room was empty. Puzzled, she checked her codex. Anno sent her a message once she got back on board from the Zaibatsu party, about a day before Jessie had extricated herself from Ambassador Elrynn's tender ministrations. Jessie might have gone a bit overboard, in hindsight, but how could she say no to 36 consecutive hours being doted on by a big girl with a massive cock?
Regardless, Steele's slutty science officer wasn't around, but she was definitely on the ship. Ship policy was for her crew to check in before leaving, either in person or via codex, and that went double on a planet as dangerous as Dhaal.
Maybe Syri knew where she went. Jessie closed the door and made her way down the hall to Syri's quarters.
It sounded like Syri was angry at someone. That made sense; when she wasn't helping the science team, Syri streamed Call of Valor professionally, and could get pretty tilted whenever a game didn't go her way (and even when it did). Jessie approached the door. Ideally, Syri would know where her sister had squirreled away to. Even if she didn't, she'd be eager to blow off steam from her match, which was its own kind of fun.
The door opened. It was hot and humid inside Syri's quarters, and Anno was inside. When Jessie saw what Anno and her sister were doing, her face erupted into a very pleased smile.
There was a picture Jessie kept in her quarters of herself flanked by both Dorna twins, taken just after Syri had officially joined the crew. In the picture, aside from their contrasting hair/fur colors and a slight bulge in the front of Syri's pants, the two sisters were uncannily alike. Nearly identical.
This was no longer the case. Anno, partly at Jessie's suggestion, had splurged on Huskar treats and filled out considerably. Before, she had been slim-thick. Now she was just thicc. Her tits had ballooned to G-cups, her waist went from an hourglass to a deliciously curvy paunch, and her ass and thighs were so fat that groping hands were swallowed like a black hole. The collar of downy fur across her neck and shoulders was the icing on the sweet, buttery cake.
Syri, on the other hand, had changed in almost the exact opposite direction. Inspired by an alternate-universe counterpart encountered in a liminal sex pocket dimension (long story), Syri had gone from slim to bricked. She grew a foot taller. Her muscles rivaled a professional bodybuilder. Her fur was thick, almost shaggy on her arms and legs. Her tits had ballooned to G-cups, just like her sister's, and constantly leaked warm, ambrosial milk. Her cock had gone from eight inches to an entire foot, veiny and musky and delicious. Topping it all off, literally, were a pair of devilish horns curving upward, flanking her raven wolf ears.
Their bodies were works of art, and getting the twins to appreciate that about each other was one of Jessie's greatest achievements. And now, she was face to face with the fruits of her labor.
"Did you think this wouldn't happen?!?" Syri growled, "That you could shake that fat ass in my face while I'm trying to focus and just walk away?!?"
"Gaaawwd," Anno moaned. Syri had her in a standing full nelson, ankles over her head, and was pounding her sister's pussy like it owed her money. Both of them were coated in a sheen of sweat. With every clap, Anno's cheeks rippled like a tsunami. With every thrust, her breasts rose and fell like an empire. Her teary eyes were streaked with makeup, and she had the biggest, dopiest, blissed-out smile on her face. "I'm shaawwwryyy~"
Syri huffed, "I fucking doubt that. This is exactly what you wanted, isn't it? You're just a filthy pervert who wanted her sister to fuck her, aren't you?"
Well. It seems like Anno had decided to pull her 'tease them until they fuck you into a puddle' routine on her sister. And during one of Syri's competitive matches, based on the display on her monitor. If getting picked up and manhandled had been part of Anno's plan, then it seemed to have worked perfectly.
"Guaaaagh," Anno groaned as Syri's knot battered her vulva. "Shooo goooood~"
"Yeah, that's what I thought," Syri smirked, "You know, if you wanted this dick so badly, you could've just asked." She looked up, realizing their incestuous tryst suddenly had an audience. "Oh, hey Steele. Didn't see you there," she said, not breaking her rhythm.
"Jessie?!?" Anno blurted, the name jolting her out of her cock-drunk haze. "W-wait, don't- ooouugh!!" She was sent right back into it as Syri shifted her grip down to Anno's hips, flesh bulging between her fingers, shoved downward and sent her knot into Anno's sopping wet pussy with a loud POP!
"Nah," Syri said as Anno came, squirting around her knotty dick. "Besides, it's fine. She likes watching, doesn't she?"
Jessie nodded vigorously, "Oh, very much so, yes."
Syri's smile turned cruel. "Yeah, that's what I thought. You like seeing women get what you can't give them, don't you?"
Oh, so that's how this was gonna go. Degradation - giving and receiving - was always one of Syri's things, wasn't it? Jessie, consummate bottom that she was, slipped into the scene seamlessly. "Y-yes." She added a stammer as she got into character.
"Hah!" Syri barked a laugh, "That's what I figured. Not surprising, considering the overcooked macaroni you've got between your legs. Actually, I've got an idea. Get over here."
Steele glanced behind her as she entered the room. "Should I close the door?" she asked, then tacked on, "Mistress?"
Syri tensed. With a mighty tug, she pulled her knot out of Anno's snatch, making the chubby tramp scream in masochistic ecstasy. "Ooh," she shivered, "I like the way that word sounds from your lips. And no. Let them look."
It seemed like pawning off the contents of her pack to Steele Tech would have to wait. A shame.
Jessie hurried to Syri's side. Her room stank of sex and wet fur, of musk and rut and juices. It was humid as the jungles of Mhen'ga, and every damp lungful of air drew Jessie deeper and deeper into subspace. She came to a stop inches from Anno's stuffed pussy, folded her hands together and waited.
Syri lifted one hand off of Anno's hip and grabbed a handful of her sister's titflesh, making her moan again as her nipple popped in and out of her inverted areolae in time with Syri's kneading. "Oh, that's a lovely sight." Syri cooed. She looked down to Jessie's groin- the tiny, nearly unnoticeable bulge under the silvery faux-latex. "Hey, Nova," Syri said, addressing Jessie's living suit of armor, "do me a favor and lemme see Jessie's clit for a second."
Nova, the Gray Goo that Jessie had taken in and wore like a catsuit, chirped, "Okie-dokie!" and retracted her coverage from Jessie's groin.
"Daaw. Isn't that adorable?" Syri said.
'Adorable' was one word to describe Jessie's prick. Other words ranged from 'cute' and 'non-threatening' - if her partners were being nice - to 'useless', 'pathetic', and 'microscopic' - if they weren't. It was tiny, made even tinier by the flat saltshaker-style cage it was locked in. The cage had been a custom job- designed for long-term use and comfort. And Nova could get in and clean her clit without having to take it off.
"God, I'm never gonna get over how tiny it is. Is it a tight fit? I bet it is, with how snug your little nuts are under there."
"I-I think it's-" Anno's attempts to defend Jessie's dignity were cut off with another orgasmic squeal as Syri unceremoniously shoved her knot back inside.
"No more talking for you, slut." Syri ran a finger over the cage, dabbing the bead of pre that leaked from the tip. "Does it even try to get hard anymore?"
"It can't, mistress."
"It can't what?" Jessie knew that Syri already knew the answer, but she made her say it anyways. The humiliation felt like the sun.
"I can't get hard anymore, mistress."
"Really, now?" Syri feigned surprise. "Why is that? I thought your fancy micro-surgeon things stopped that kind of thing from happening."
"I reprogrammed them, mistress. Anno helped me." The admission made her humiliation spike. Her skin tingled and her hole clenched.
"Did she now?" Syri pumped her hips, grinding her knot deeper into Anno's pussy as she locked eyes with her. "And here i thought you were an insatiable cock-hound. Or maybe you saw what she was working with and figured it was for the best?"
Anno was still incoherent with pleasure. Syri said, "Actually, that makes me wonder. Have you ever used that thing on anyone before?"
It was too much. The feelings and sensations were overwhelming. The exhibition and humiliation. The sight of her lovers - twin sisters, no less - carnally entwined. Taboo and depravity. A panoply of masochistic delight. "No, mistress, I haven't," Jessie answered, truthfully.
Syri sneered, "And you never will."
Jessie came. She came hard, moaning as her ass frantically clenched around nothing, as her clit squirted string after string of thin, translucent sissy juice.
"Holy shit!" Syri said, breaking character from genuine surprise. "Seriously, Steele? Just from that?"
"T-th-thank you, mistress," Jessie said as the last spurts of watery cum dribbled down her tight coinpurse.
Syri smiled and said, "God, I feel like the luckiest woman alive." And Jessie knew it wasn't just for the sake of the scene. And she knew that all three of them felt the same way. "Alright, sissy," she said, letting the 'hard dom' persona fall back into place. "First things first. Where's the key to that cage of yours?"
"Oh, it doesn't have one, mistress." Syri cocked her head, confused, and Jessie elaborated, "It's a magnetic lock. You just press your finger onto the cage and it comes off."
"Really?" Syri took her other hand off of Anno's hip, leaving her suspended in the air entirely off of Syri's foot-long cock. "So if I just go... boop!" She pressed a big, fuzzy finger into the cage, pressing it inside Jessie's body. Then, with a faint thock, the head and the ring came undone. "Adorable," Syri remarked.
"There's a fingerprint scanner on the head, mistress. You're already in the system."
"Aww! That's so sweet," Syri said. Then, her brow furrowed, and she scrutinized her finger. "Wait, how did it read my fingerprint through the fur?" She shook her head, "Doesn't matter. I've decided what we're doing next, sissy. First, finish taking off that cage."
Jessie was a bit confused, as it wasn't like she was going to use her clit, especially after the whole shpeal about how useless it was. Still, she obeyed. She took the flat head in two fingers and gently pulled, drawing out a thin, clear flexible tube from her clit. She let out a tiny gasp as it left her urethra, trailing thin, watery cum all the while.
Syri shook her head in amazement, "God, you're a freak." It was an insult and a compliment in one, and they both made Jessie's chest swell with excitement. "Anyways, bitch, here's what's gonna happen. I-" She slapped Anno's humongous ass with her free hand, making the flesh jiggle and quake. "-am gonna knotfuck my slut of a sister. And you are gonna rub yourself while you watch."
Jessie blinked, confused. "Rub myself, mistress?"
"Y'know, rub one out. Flick the bean. Jill off?" Jessie answered with a blank stare, and Syri sighed. "Like this, okay?" She took her hand and planted it on Anno's pussy, still stuffed with her knot. "Put two fingers on your clit-" she followed along on Anno's quim, pressing her middle and ring fingers against her sister's protruding clitoris, "-and rub circles like so." She did so, and Anno cried out as she squirted again. Was that the third time? It wouldn't be the last.
Jessie was still a bit skeptical, but she mentally shrugged and obeyed, pressing her limp clit into her body with two fingers and rubbing counterclockwise.
"Good sissy." Syri said as she put her hands back on Anno's hips, pulled her knot out of her pussy and rammed it back in. "And keep watching. I want you to commit this to memory."
And so she went. Syri didn't thrust, so much as lift Anno up and down her cock with her arms. Like her sister was nothing but an oversized fleshlight. She shoved her bulbous knot in and out and in and out and in and out with inexorable force and pace, uncaring as Anno screamed and squirted and came again and again. Jessie would've actually been a little concerned if it had been anyone else, but Anno's size queen cred was well established. She probably wouldn't even be sore after this.
As for Jessie, she did what she was told, like a good girl. She knelt, her head resting just in front of Syri’s crotch, and took everything in. The sight of their incestuous coupling, tantalizing, scandalous as it was passionate, mesmerized her.
And she rubbed herself. She rubbed and rubbed and rubbed and it was... it was...
Holy shit, it was amazing!! How had she never done this before? All the shrinking treatments she took didn't get rid of the nerve endings in her prick; if anything they were more sensitive than ever! She came twice just from jilling off, watery spooge dribbling between her fingers, her clit never so much as attempting to get hard.
This was heaven. She was in heaven.
She was taken out of heaven by the sound of snapping fingers. "Hey, bitch." Syri was trying to get her attention.
"Yes, mistress?" Jessie asked.
"I changed my mind. Get down here and clean my nuts." She pointed to her swollen sack, coated with her sister's glistening pussy juices.
Jessie smiled, said, "Yes, mistress," and plunged into Syri's nuts.
She took it back. This was heaven. The heady musk of Syri's sweaty nutsack was the most wonderful scent to ever grace this galaxy. Juices flowed down from the Dorna twins' coupling, bathing Syri's sack in a cocktail of carnality. Sweetness from Anno's pussy secretions, salt from Syri's ballsweat, and a hit of umami from Syri's precum. Jessie lapped it up like the sweetest nectar, dragging her tongue up Syri's sack again and again, then moving up into the folds of her canine sheath.
Awareness receded. Time ceased to exist. There was only her, the sound of glorious twincest, and Syri's nutsack. Fruit of the gods. And she worshipped.
After what was either five minutes or five centuries, or somewhere in between, Jessie was jolted out of subspace when Syri suddenly thrusted forward, smacking Jessie in the face with her sack. "Come on, is that all you've got, sissy?" Syri jeered. "Or is that tongue just as worthless as that pathetic clit between your legs?"
Oh. Oh. Jessie could tolerate a lot of dirty talk, but that was a challenge. Syri didn't realize, but the glove had been thrown. A lever was flipped in Jessie's mind, shifting her from 'bottom bitch' to 'bratty bitch'.
"What's with that smile?" Syri asked, oblivious. "Don't go thinking you can get clever with-"
Jessie's tongue telescoped out of her mouth, wrapped itself around Syri's sack once, twice, three times, and yanked it into her waiting mouth.
"-meeeeEeEEeEEEEE!!" Syri squealed in surprise, hitting a pitch Jessie hadn't heard her hit since her transformation. She reflexively slammed her knot inside Anno's snatch as her nuts were enveloped in Jessie's eager maw, making the scientist scream in harmony with her sister. "Hoo! Ho boy!" Syri bit her bottom lip as Jessie's tongue massaged her balls. "Forgot you could to that."
Jessie let out an amused hum as she gargled Syri's ballsack. Her enhanced tongue, two feet long, fully prehensile and dripping with lubricant, was a 'gift' from the late Dr. Illustria Po. But that was a story for another day.
Jessie snaked the tip of her tongue, still mostly wrapped around Syri's nuts, out of her mouth and up to lather the underside of Syri's shaft, and lap at the bottom of Anno's folds.
"Ooooh, Syri moaned, shuddering as she started plowing her sister again. "Keep doing that. Good sissy."
The praise put a warm slice of sunlight in her core, but Jessie Steele wasn't satisfied. One of the two Dorna sisters was still capable of making coherent sentences, and that simply wouldn't do. Still lavishing the twins with her tongue, Jessie reached back and grabbed Syri's ass with both hands. It was a very nice ass. Large, soft, and just perky enough not to sag while still having enough give for groping hands to grab onto. It wasn't quite as nice as Jessie's ass, of course, but that was an unfair comparison.
She kneaded and massaged Syri's butt. Then she subtly spread Syri's cheeks and slipped two fingers inside.
"Wait, what are yoOoOoOOOOFUCK!" Syri moaned. Jessie smirked around Syri's nutsack. Syri played up the 'big-dick domme' persona for her partners and her audience, but it was the Sidewinder's worst kept secret that she was the second-biggest buttslut on the ship.
Syri's enhanced hole had been given a double-dose of Anusoft, just like Jessie, and it was as sensitive as any virgin pussy out there. Moreso, even. Just two fingers playing with her rim had Syri trembling where she stood.
devoured her fingers as she sank three knuckles deep to find-there.
Syri screamed as Jessie's fingers pressed against her prostate. Her knees almost buckled. "J-Jessie... baby," Syri froze, groaning as Jessie's fingers poked and prodded her bitch-button. "I-I'm gonna-"
"No!" Anno screamed. Syri's buttslut paralysis had given Anno enough time to return to lucidity, and she was not happy. "Don't stop! Keep going! Cum in me! Fill me! Breed me!"
Syri stammered, "A-Anno-"
Anno arched her back, reached behind her, grabbed Syri's neck and pulled her sister close. They were eye to eye, faces inches apart.
Anno hissed, "Give me your puppies."
From her spot on the floor, Jessie could see Syri's eyes dilate. She barely got clear in time.
Syri started ravaging her sister's pussy. She'd been rough before, but now she was downright feral. She was growling. Snarling. She- Jessie blinked in surprise as Syri opened her mouth and bit her sister hard, her teeth sinking so deep in Anno's shoulder that Jessie was afraid she'd drawn blood.
Anno screamed, "Yes! Yes! More! MORE! YES!!"
Smack. Smack. Plap. Plap. Syri's entire length, tip to base, knot and all, vanished into Anno's pussy again and again and again. She growled around Anno's shoulder, legs quivering, arms squeezing Anno's body tight enough to make her pop.
She was so close. So Jessie shoved four fingers into Syri's puffy ring, put her thumb against her perineum, and squeezed.
Syri and Anno Dorna sang in ecstasy. Alto and soprano. Perfect harmony. Syri's knot slammed home, and swelled from an orange to a grapefruit.
Syri came. And came. And came, and came and came and came and came. Anno's belly went from paunchy to swollen to bulging to gravid as her sister's load glorped into her womb, trapped by her bulbous knot and stretching Anno to her body's limit.
Jessie watched with pride. The cum-boosters were her idea too.
After that explosive finish, Syri all but collapsed onto her bed, still tied to her sister. Both of them were out of it, from both exhaustion and bliss. Jessie, for her part, felt great. She took the time to put her cage back on, and lick her fingers clean, before joining the twins on the bed, kicking her feet off the side as she waited patiently.
“Wowie Zowie!” Nova chirped. “That was so hot!”
Jessie jumped. Her Gray Goo companion could be deceptively stealthy. “Jeez, Nova. Forgot you were here.”
"Ho boy," Anno said, panting, once she had recovered enough to speak. "I gotta tease you more often."
"Yeah," Syri panted, "I wouldn't mind that. Though, maybe not during competitive matches."
Anno giggled. "No promises."
Syri huffed. Then she saw what she had done to Anno's shoulder, and paled. "Oh my god, Anno." The hickey hadn't broken the skin, but it was still bad. One could conceivably argue that it qualified as a wound. "Are you alright? I guess I... kinda went a little crazy at the end, huh?"
"A little crazy?" Anno parroted, incredulous. "Syri, you were... I had no idea you were even capable of that! You were unhinged! Like some desperate, howling demon!" Anno pouted. "You frightened me."
Syri opened her mouth, but before she could apologize or beg forgiveness, Anno put a finger over her lips, leaned in and whimpered,
"Do it again."
Jessie snorted with laughter. "Seriously, Anno? Only you could pull out a reference that old after getting fucked that hard."
Anno rolled her eyes. "You're the one who puts on all those ancient holomovies every time you pick. Don't blame me for getting infected with your geriatric taste."
"Sorry, what?" Syri asked, glancing between the two of them, brow furrowed. "Reference. What am I missing?"
Anno and Jessie exchanged glances. "You're coming to movie night this Friday," said Jessie.
"I've got a stream this Friday," Syri whined.
"We'll spend the entire movie between your legs," Anno offered. Jessie nodded.
Without hesitation, Syri said, "Deal."
The three of them sat there for a while, basking in the afterglow. Since the twins were still tied, Jessie went around putting the room back into order. She reset the climate control, bringing the humidity back to normal and clearing away some of the stench, and paged Celise to come clean up the mess. She was entertaining Kiro and Paige at the moment, and would be a while, but she'd be here. Bimbo though she was, Celise never forgot about a mess. Every mess was a meal on the Sidewinder, after all.
"We're not actually gonna go again, are we?" Jessie asked.
"Nah," Syri said, "I'm bushed."
"Not right now," said Anno. Jessie nodded.
"... Hey, sis?" Syri asked.
"Yah?" Anno replied.
"... Were you serious about the whole, 'give me your puppies' thing?"
"Wait, what?" Anno laughed, "Seriously, sis? Come on, our parents would kill us."
"Well, yeah, sure. But..." Syri, the seven foot tall amazon with muscles on top of her muscles, suddenly looked a bit demure. "What if they wouldn't?"
Anno blinked, and reappraised her sister. She put her finger to her chin, thinking, before shaking her head. "Sorry, sis. I already promised Kaede my first litter."
Syri nodded, and her raven-black ears started to droop.
"But..."
The ears sprang upright again.
"If you can talk my girlfriend into it, I might be willing to let you have second go at my womb."
"Hell yeah!" Syri beamed, "I'll take it!"
"Something to look forward to, at least." Jessie remarked as she slid onto the bed. "Though, thinking about it, wouldn't they be Valden's babies? How does the DNA situation work out?"
"I dunno." Syri shrugged. "We should ask that doctor back on Uveto."
"After you get that last probe, Jessie," Anno gently insisted.
"Sure." Jessie nodded, "Something to look forward to."
