Sisters

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The morning of their second day in Sarvas, Ahsch realized that he had absolutely no plans. Beyond reuniting with his family and giving them the important news, there had been no further goals for the journey to the distant village.

Which meant that, as they enjoyed breakfast, he allowed his mind to wander, and struck upon a question. “Sti’el,” he said after swallowing a mouthful of eggs. “You never did tell us _how _you knew we were coming.”

The elder of the rabbit-girl twins brightened at the topic and hurried to swallow her own mouthful. “I’ve taken up divination!” she said excitedly. “Mostly farsight, but clearly I’ve managed at least a week’s worth of foresight as well.” Ahsch nodded, as that would explain her having premonitions as soon as his party had set out from R’sath. Especially when taking into account his divine domain of bonds.

They returned to their meal, and a mental prod he had been expecting and dreading came. The eldest of our sisters have matured quite well, wouldn’t you say, dear brother?

Ahsch bit back a growl and refused to reward his twin with a glare. He also felt the attention from all the others she had included on the Daydreamweave sending, which was _everyone _in his group, including Stisea. Really? he snapped back at her. As though I don’t already have enough women in my life? I’m not competing for ‘biggest harem ever’ here!

Ariin’s mental laugh remained unconvinced. And yet you’ve been quite consistent in adding more and more beauties to your collection, she replied, adding images of Ivrine, Xitia, Felori, and Stisea. Naemui and Elui were quick to follow. And what’s so bad about our sisters? With Parental Mastery, it’s not like inbreeding is a concern, and I’m sure most if not all of them would enjoy sharing your bed… she trailed off, inviting Ahsch’s imagination to run wild.

Which, much to his chagrin, it did. Sti’el was already on his mind, and her mirror twin Pavara sat beside her, drawing his gaze for a brief moment. Rich mahogany hair and fur, and deep green eyes; delicate pale skin and narrow features; petite, firm bodies with furred, digitigrade legs and a bunny tail; in many ways they were the inverse of Elui, who was plump curves and voluptuous fertility, even down to the contrast between Elui’s floppy ears and their upright, erect ears. Where his Thrall gave off maternal, nurturing vibes, his sisters implied athleticism, despite Sti’el’s focus on the rather unexciting magic of divination. The only way to tell the otherwise-identical twins apart was that they were, in fact, almost perfectly mirrored: they wore their hair parted in the opposite direction, had a smattering of mirrored freckles (a dozen exactly), and had a small mole at their waist - just to the side of where the mark from Mystic Fluids would be placed, the thought occurred unbidden - with Sti’el’s on the left, and Pavara’s on the right.

Next to them were the leopard-like triplets, the youngest, Diex sitting next to Sti’el, then Olya, with Casir at the far end. Where the rabbit-twins were petite and athletic, the leopard-girls were just athletic, standing almost a full foot taller than their rabbit siblings and sporting delicious, toned muscles across their bodies. Lean, yet more ‘average’ in build, with subtle hourglass curves and handful-sized boobs (much more than Sti’el and Pavara’s not-quite-flat breasts), and pert butts. They were all blondes as well; sported some fanged teeth; had a thin layer of fur across their forearms, hands, calves; and had pawed, digitigrade legs, plus long cat tails and dexterous cat ears atop their heads, all patterned like a leopard. While triplets, they were not identical: Diex had softer, rounder facial features, and slightly curvier assets; Olya was somewhat squarer and almost stern-looking compared to her sisters; and Casir had fine, noble features (and could easily be dressed in a fine gown and pass as a princess). They were quite similar in temperament, however, being quite energetic and active, though Olya somehow had ended up as the most serious and even-keeled of the three.

The last of his sisters who were the same age, Mahlith, was easily the largest of the family’s children, though she was still a little shy of her mother’s size. The holustaur was just shy of being amazonian, as her tits were simply a bit too large and soft to fit the image. Though on second thought, Ahsch decided that she was _overall _just a touch too soft-looking to truly be amazonian. The muscles were there, and if she flexed even just a little, you could easily see them. But they were covered by a layer of softness that destroyed the warrior-esque aura that an amazon would present. She certainly had the height though, being around six-foot seven, and even as a child she had towered over all the siblings. The round face, generous (though not ridiculous) curves, and gentle, caring seriousness made her into more of a powerful maternal figure than a ‘stronk warrior-woman.’

You’re attracted to them, Mahat didn’t _quite _sing in his head.

Ahsch let out a deep breath. Yes, he admitted.

What are you going to do about it?

He was silent for a minute, slowly eating, leaving his silent audience to stew. Nothing.

For once, Mahat didn’t have an instant reply, and none of the other girls jumped in, similarly caught off-guard. What? the familiar eventually managed.

I’m not going to do anything, Ahsch repeated. _But… if _they want something… he gave a mental shrug. In the quiet that followed, he could _feel _his twin plotting, and turned his attention on her sharply. Do not pressure them, he warned, his message laden with command and authority.

There was a guilty silence. _I was just going to… _suggest some things, she defended herself.

Suggest away, Ahsch allowed, knowing better than to try and curb his twin’s mischief. Just… present the idea, answer questions, and let them decide. He took another bite, then added, _And if you insist on stirring up trouble, at least have the decency to admit that it’s all _your idea.

The giggle that echoed in his head left him doubtful that she would do that, but he had some hope. And as he finished up the last of his breakfast, he surreptitiously inspected his six sisters one-by-one, allowing brief fantasies of enjoying their company to dance through his mind before banishing them. His gaze faltered when it was met by Sti’el, who gave him a knowing, almost _intrigued _look, darted across Pavara, and came to a screeching stop at his mother, several seats down the table.

The look Dahil was giving her son was enigmatic, and for once, Heart Sight didn’t reveal much.