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It’s your nineteenth birthday and while you had a wonderful party with your family, you still feel so young and small. Your brothers are both attending colleges for their own career paths, but you’ve just got out of high school and have no idea what you want to do! You’ve been babied by your brothers, so you don’t have a clear view of the future for yourself that doesn’t include Atsumu and Osamu by your side.

One thing bothered you though: you were still a virgin. Thanks to your brothers, boyfriends were a foreign concept to you. All your friends lost their virginities before their birthdays, but your last friend lost her virginity on her birthday, a present from her boyfriend. You were slow to coming to the party and you told them you’d have lost it by the time your birthday came around, even getting a boyfriend!

A boyfriend quickly discarded by the brooding brothers of yours. A sneer from Atsumu and a glare from Osamu had his tail between his legs. Truly, a shame. You knew your friends would tease you again for the lack of a boy in your life, so you decided to, uh, pretend. A dildo was similar to a penis, right? That’s why they existed.

You didn’t know it’d be so hard! You have to have an orgasm to properly lose your virginity, that’s what your friends said. Pumping the silicone piece into your tiny cunt was harder than expected, only fitting half in before you started to pump it. It sent a tingling down in your tummy, but it was more effort than expected. Noises or frustration mingled with your forced moans, whining as your wrists started to hurt.

Osamu was doing his homework when he heard you make a noise of frustration, huffing and puffing. He didn’t pay too much attention to it, but then you made a similar noise. So, time to investigate. He wouldn’t want you to exert so much energy, you’re his baby sister! He expected to see you trying to get something off a high shelf, your shirt riding up to show your smooth stomach or you to be under your bed, shorts-clad— even better, panty-clad rump in the air. He did not expect to see you on your bed, legs spread and pumping a pink silicone dildo into your cunt. If only that was his—

“‘Tsu- ‘Tsumu,” you moan out, biting on your lower lip. Osamu’s mouth drops into a frown, growling at his twin’s name dropping from your mouth. You turn to look at the door, suddenly opened only to be slammed shut.

A startled gasp makes him stop in front of you, eyes burning with an unknown desire. “‘Samu! What’re you doing?” He just looks at you, eyes glancing at your hand still between your legs. Your eyes go down, shame burning in your face. “I’m trying to be a big girl. I wanna lose my virginity,”

“Why didn’t ya ask me?” He asks, putting his weight on your bed. You panic and close your legs, moving the dildo out of you. “And why ya callin’ out ‘Tsumu’s name? Huh? Am I not good enough?”

“N-No! That’s not it! ‘Samu, you’re scaring me!” You cry out, his large hands spreading your legs. Your puffy pussy is fully on display for him, his eyes noticing the lack of slick. “Don’t hurt me!”

“I’m not gonna hurt ya. I’m gonna help. Wanna be a big girl? I can help,” he says. He doesn’t move, though, waiting for your permission. Even though you’re hesitant — he’s your brother! You’re nodding your head, fingers soon finding themselves in Osamu’s darkened hair. He stopped dying it, so it’s completely natural again. His face is buried in your cunt, lapping at your folds as your moans aren’t forced, head thrown back as Osamu tongue fucks you. When he sticks two fingers into you, he doesn’t expect you to be so wet, a drastic difference from moments ago. He moves to wrap his lips around your clit, walls tightening as you finally release on his fingers and face.

When Osamu comes up, he’s licking his lips while you pant. “Did.. did I lose my virginity?” You ask him, tears clinging to your lashes.

“What d’ya mean?” You explain what your friends told you, all while he strips off his shirt and peppers kisses on your stomach, rising your shirt up as he does. “Nah, I gotta cum inside if you wanna lose it. You gonna let me do that?” The no hesitation in the nodding of your head has him grinning, straightening himself as he rubs his hardened cock through his pants. Today, fantasy becomes reality. “Alright, I’ll go slow,”

Even with his slow sinking into you, you’re gasping and clinging to his biceps for dear life, tears staining your pillow as he splits you open. He’s far bigger than the dildo, but the slick from your orgasm makes it much easier for him to slide in. He kisses your cheek, telling you how good you are. It’s the little praise that has you encouraging him to keep going, and he does. He keeps pushing in until he’s bumping against your cervix, almost completely inside of you. Your legs tighten around his waist, keeping him locked against you.

“Don’t worry, lil sis. I’m not goin’ anywhere,” he shushes, brushing your tears as he stays still. An occasional hiccup has his heart hurting, but he knows you’ll feel good eventually. Well, even if you don’t, he’ll start. When your legs loosen, dropping back to the plush bed, he starts moving. He’s still slow, spreading your walls for his thick cock as you continue to adjust. It’s not until you’re begging him for more does he pick up the pace, slamming his hips against yours. He has to cover your mouth so you don’t alert the whole house he’s fucking you, your screams of pleasure coming out. They’re muffled, but he can hear how much you’re enjoying it. It urges him to go even faster, grunting as he chases his own high.

Another screams rips from you, walls tightening as you cream on his fat cock, eyes rolling as toes curl. It’s enough to send Osamu over the edge, groaning as he buries himself even deeper inside, pumping you full of his cum, you milking every drop. He kisses you, your panting mouth perfect for him to give you a passionate kiss, staying deep inside you. He breaks the kiss, “I love ya, little sis,”

“Love you, too, nii-san,” you smile, kissing him again.

It’s all you ever wanted, to be a big girl. It also brings you and Osamu closer together, you often bouncing around the idea to help him in his shop once he gets it set up. When you go into his room, the door locking behind you, you miss the way Atsumu glares. He has a feeling you’re not studying with Osamu, but there’s nothing to suggest otherwise.

Well, when Osamu is late from coming back from college, Atsumu is the only one home. It’s a small breath of fresh air, relaxing his tired muscles after a long practice match. When he hears small grunts and moans from your bedroom, he goes to investigate. You shouldn’t be home, let alone have anyone with you. The creaking of the floorboards doesn’t stop the noises from your room, Atsumu’s curiosity spiking. Peeking into your open door, he sees you on your back, legs spread open as your laptop plays an obscene video, the moans and grunts coming from the speakers. Your occasional moan is muffled by the shirt hem in your mouth, but it’s dropped when you moan out Osamu’s name, eyes rolling back as your fingers work on your clit.

Atsumu glares at the mention of Osamu’s name, shutting the door that has you jumping and struggling to explain yourself. “Ya think ‘Samu’s better than me? Is that it?” They’re so similar, it’s striking. The hungry eyes, full of anger and lust, they look so much like Osamu’s, but the light blond hair reminds you it’s Atsumu. “What’re you- Yer watchin’ sibling porn? Thinking of your big brother? ‘S that it?”

“No, it’s not what you think, ‘Tsumu!” Unlike Osamu, Atsumu’s one to take what he wants. He moves the laptop off the bed, spreading your legs as you squirm and struggle. “Lemme go!”

“Brats like you need to be put in place, don’t’cha know? You’re fucking soaked, getting off on your big bro that much?” You’re crying and still trying to kick him off, but it just turns him on even more. You’re still innocent and so naive in his eyes, it’s nothing for him to just take that from you. His cock is already hard, begging to sink into your warm depths. “You gonna let me fuck you? It’ll be like that video you were watching,”

You’re shaking your head, pushing at his chest as he leans down to press kisses to your neck. “C’mon, lil sis. I’m not gonna hurt ya. You trust me, right?” It’s a question that has your movements stopping, glossy eyes looking at Atsumu. He’s smiling, your big brother not showing any hint of malice. You sniffle, his thumbs swiping away the silver droplets on your cheeks.

“As long as you promise not to hurt me, okay ‘Tsumu?” You ask him, big doe eyes of innocence as you look at him. He grins and kisses your lips, licking your bottom lip. A whispered breath of ‘wouldn’t dream of it’ is all you hear before his mushroom head is pushing at your entrance. He’s just as big as Osamu, but it’s still hard to take in. You’re nice and slick, though, Atsumu notes. All from watching some incest porn, it’s almost funny to him how all you had to do was ask, no reason to hide it! Him and Osamu have been dreaming of keeping you all to themselves, there’s no reason for you to hide your desires.

Once he’s bottomed out, he doesn’t let you adjust, immediately pulling out to thrust back in. It’s sharp and rough, knocking the air from your lungs as your head gets thrown back. Atsumu’s quick to attach his lips to your neck, sucking the flesh and digging his teeth into the skin. It’s a way to show he’s claimed you, as if he doesn’t plan on coming inside. That’s his goal — mark you inside and out. With your arms above your head, grasping the pillows, there’s no reason for him to not. Licking his thumb, he presses it to your clit and flicks it, sending shockwaves through you as you scream and cream around his cock, thighs tightening around him. He’s not too far behind you, rutting against you as he paints your insides white, sending you into another orgasm, juices spraying against his abdomen.

“Lookie there! You just squirted all over me,” he chuckles, rubbing your shaking thighs. You’re overstimulated, so he doesn’t push another round. There’ll be time for that later.

Estinien

It’s up for debate on why he would even know how to take care of a cat. The general consensus agrees that it’s likely the times Estinien have likely visited Aymeric at the Borel manor, or carried the commander home after he passed out from exhaustion. The dragoon is equipped with some cat toys, but the major concern would be food. What in the world is he supposed to feed you? Cat food? Regular food? Some weird combination in between? Would it be demeaning for him to assume that you’ll catch your own food?

It’s been a week and the Scions are no further to finding the solution than they were previously, the decision was decided to give you a bit more time to see if there are any further changes. Estinien did the bare minimum of what he needed by providing food, water, and space. He found himself enjoying your quiet company whenever your cat form deemed him worthy. Some nights, he finds himself pulling you onto his chest to stroke your fur. When he’s dead sure that no one would come knocking, he gives you the lightest kiss at the top of your head. 

Thancred

He has no clue how to take care of a cat. Well, Thancred was asked once before and it was a lesson that no one wants to repeat. Still, the job landed on him. After receiving numerous books, toys, and food that he could give to you, he settled down for a rest while you entertain yourself. Thancred talks to you and in some parts convinces himself that you understand him. Surely, you do, the timing of your meows match too well with the questions he asks. 

Then it occurred to him. 

You should still be able to travel back and forth between here and the First right? Perhaps… you could deliver a better to Ryne for him. Within a matter of bells, Thancred had a letter strapped to your body addressed to his little girl and attempting to nudge you across the portal to the other world. Is it a bad idea? Yes, considering that you couldn’t defend yourself at all. And the fact that he told no one else at all of his plan… The berating he got from Y’shtola when you came back is enough to leave a ringing in his ear for days. 

G’raha Tia

Being semi-feline himself, G’raha is more than apt to take care of a cat, especially grooming. G’raha would be the only one that would and could bathe you; drawing you into the water, lightly shampooing you, even gently toweling off all the excess water, and blow-drying your hair. All the toys at your disposal are handmade, soft enough that they won’t hurt anyone but sturdy enough for you to sink your claws into.

He lets out a yawn, his tail lazily swaying to the soft wind. One hand carefully holds a light book above his head, while the other strokes your soft fur. The afternoon sun has casted enough light for him to get some light reading done in the shade, at least before your cat form decided that his chest was the perfect spot to soak in the warm rays. As much as he wants to move to take a catnap, the soft purring he could feel is enough for him to decide that he could stay right where he is for a few more hours.

Cid

He’s probably the worst person to hand you off to, seeing as he keeps forgetting to actually take care of everything, even the food. It ended up becoming a group effort by the Ironworks to tend the shop’s new ‘mascot’. Everyone takes a huge shine to you, dotes on you with praise and food when they think others aren’t looking. After missing one too many mealtimes, Cid made an automatic feeder for you. The plan is perfect, you get fed and everyone doesn’t have to worry about overfeeding you. Until they discover that you still come running up to the staff and howling at them until they follow you into the break room and bug them until they also eat and drink something themselves. 

When Cid arrived at the workshop one morning, he found everyone gathered outside the door talking among each other. Jessica is speaking to a guard while two others are standing off to the side. On the ground and tied up with rope is a plain-looking hyur with noticeable bloody scratches all over his face and arms as if he was attacked by a tiny coeurl. Sitting content on his back is you. Your tail lazily flicks back and forth as you flick your right paw. It seems that you have caught a thief. 

Alphinaud

He’s already sweating like he’s been stuck out under the Thanalan desert in the midday sun. Alphinaud has no idea what he was expecting when he knocked on your door at the Waking Sands and only found a cat sitting on your bed. 

The elezen was nearly convinced that it was a prank from Riol or Alisaie when he realizes that said cat has your eyes and hair color. After a short discussion about what could have possibly happened with the Scions and handing the cat sitting job, he dives head deep researching cat behavior as if his life depends on it. Yet no matter of treat, tips, or trick would keep your attention on him for more than at a curious glance.

There is a storybook sitting conveniently on the counter for him to see, a children’s story of a princess and a prince frog. The prince was cursed into maintaining his frog appearance until he found someone willing to give him a true love's kiss to reverie him back to his regular form. He isn’t sure how or why the book is placed there, he hadn’t read anything like that since before him and his sister started classes in Sharlayan. 

He couldn’t help but consider, what if… a kiss would help break your curse too? It would hurt to try, right? 

Haurchefant

A huge amount of his personal pay has gone to buying you a plethora of cat toys with a matching bed to boot. There are even multiple sets of cat clothes in your favorite color to help keep your toe beans soft and away from the biting eternal winter. Haurchefant seems surprisingly knowledgeable about cats and their body language. Because of this sight, he gets so distracted by this new form that he couldn’t get any work done. Everyone in the camp could only watch as he spends every waking moment (and some sleeping ones) cuddling you into his chest.

Haurchefant is in one of those days where he’s buried neck-deep in documents. With only candles for light, he puts his pen to work as he meticulously works through the pile of reports and forms. Luckily, he isn’t alone tonight. Your cat form has long settled on his lap and provided a calming presence with your soft purr and fur. After several bells, you stand on your paws to stretch your limbs and the elezen couldn’t help but laugh at the sight. 

Annoyed with his reaction, you dig your claws into his shirt and pull yourself up to meow in his face. The second your nose touches his lips- BOOM! Only for a white cloud to fill his vision. His chair was knocked off balance and fell onto it’s back, taking him with it. The crash threw him off; his entire front feels like a warm and heavy blanket has encased him. His lips... feel strangely warm and soft? His eyes flutter open to find you, in your original form, kissing him. 

Hien

He isn’t quite sure how to take care of cats starting off, luckily the Enclave is already brimming with cats and people that have been taking care of them. Originally the residents would chase them out whenever they got too close; but after seeing them kill and eat the rats that sometimes sneak into the area, it was ultimately decided that it would be best to leave them alone. Hien couldn’t stop the full belly laugh from erupting when Alphinaud came to explain the situation. He managed to stop long enough to agree to host you until the curse is removed. Nothing stops a grin from breaking out every time he sees you.