Mary And Abigail
original timeline.


Within the small, sleepy, town of Shadewell Pennsylvania exists a small Amish community known as Bethel Ridge. The community being very prominent in Shadewell for employing many townsfolk in their many ventures, primarily within agriculture. On top of the economic aspect, Bethel Ridge also plays a significant role in the culture of Shadewell. They run the local church where they invite everyone and anyone to come and attend their ceremonies and rituals, as well as owning nearly every local store that can be found in Shadewell. To the people of Shadewell the Bethel Ridge community were a cornerstone to their home.
The community of Bethel Ridge is made up of many species but the founders were originally deer. The community has their own place where all their members live that spans about 25 acres of forested land. On this land the Bethel Ridge community can be almost entirely self sustaining, they produce all their own resources, have their own schools, their own markets. Most members of Bethel Ridge could live their entire life within this community without ever leaving, and many are happy to do so.

	Within the Bethel Ridge community twelve year old twin doe sisters, Mary-beth and Abigail, live out quiet lives of labor and worship in this community, they do as they are told, they live how their parents wish, and follow in the traditions of their community, just as everyone around them did when they were their age. Envious thoughts of the outside world always crept into either of their minds though their parents were sure to keep them both hard at work pretty much their entire lives, that keeping them distracted enough to only ever desire the traditional life that they were taught.
The two girls were short but sturdy, both standing at around 5ft tall and weighing around 95-100lbs. They both have blond hair that reaches just above their shoulder, Mary wearing hers up in a pony tail and Abigail wearing hers down, their coats were a light shade of brown with spots of white all over, their frontside and bits of their face a lighter almost cream color. They clothed in the typical apparel that woman wear within Bethel Ridge, mostly gowns with aprons and bonnets to cover their heads. 
When it came to their faith both Mary and Abigail followed their parents wishes and devoutly swore their faith to god. Their worship was much less about true faith and more centered around simply following tradition, they would attend church for every event with their parents as well as volunteering for every church activity possible.


	In the summer of 2006 Mary was with her father assisting at the shop where their family sold fresh produce as well as homemade ice cream during the warmer months.  The shop was tiny and homey, the inside was packed with homemade trinkets, a deli counter, ice cream bar, as well as a three tables for customers to relax and get out of the heat. Though a majority of the store existed outside, where picnic tables were lined up with umbrellas in the middle and where customers could shop the many displays of fresh produce.
	It was getting late in the day and the nighttime rush of customers seeking a frozen treat was beginning to pick up. Mary, polite and diligently, worked the ice cream bar, her father outside preparing all the left over produce of the day to go back to the community.
	Through short glances between serving those in line Mary was able to spot a group of teenagers, a wolf boy, a squirrel boy, and a wombat girl, sitting at one of the tables inside. The squirrel boy sat across from the wolf boy and wombat girl ogling as some magazine, occasionally excitedly turning it to show the two across from him. The wolf boy seemed to be giddy, pointing at the magazine and going back and fourth with the squirrel boy. The wombat girl didn’t seem as excited, she huddled tiny in her chair, face red with embarrassment, she didn’t speak often, only to complain with a worried expression it seems. After about half an hour of this, the three were interrupted by an adult squirrel, who Mary assumed to be the father of the one boy, fuming as he approached the teen’s table. When the squirrel boy saw his dad he jumped, tossing the magazine behind him into a corner of the dining room, his father seemingly not noticing it. The father chewed the boy out in front of his friends, the squirrel boy pouting as he did. Soon enough, the father dragged his son from his seat by his arm, leaving the building and the two other teens alone. They both were shocked, they chatted anxiously for a moment before they too got up and left the building.
	The whole scene made Mary roll her eyes and shake her head, obviously delinquent teens she thought as she continued with the busyness of her work. 
	Soon, the day began to die down and it was nearing time for closing. Mary began to sweep up the dining area when she suddenly rediscovered the magazine that was left by the teens, she sighed at the memory of the teens as she knelt down to pick it up. She paused when she saw what was on the cover, a red fox woman in barely any clothing sit with her legs spread open, the words “Vixens Weekly.” sprawled on the top and bottom of the page.
	Mary’s stomach felt sour, her heart beat quickened as she swallowed, she was totally alone and yet she checked to make sure no one was there to see her. Mary had heard some of the older boys back home talk about this sort of thing, a forbidden type of magazine where boys can see girls naked, though she never understood the point of It. 
	She knelt for a long time, just staring at the front cover, working up the confidence to do anything with it. She was curious but she knew that this type of thing was a sin, she knew that if anyone back home would know she would be chastised. She let out a soft prayer as she picked the booklet up with one hand, blush grew on her face as she felt the weight of it, the amount of pages in the magazine confused her once again, “how do they get this many pages of naked woman?” she thought.
	Curiosity overtook her as she shakily flipped through the first few pages, landing on one where a busty arctic fox plunged three fingers into her vagina. A shiver took over Mary as she gazed, she flipped a few more pages and found a female red fox being penetrated by a male dog. She kept skimming through the rest of the magazine, Mary didn’t even have words to describe what some of the pictures depicted, she wanted to call them sinful and disgusting, like the rest of her family would, but something about it all got her a little excited.
	A soft smile began to grow on her face when suddenly a voice called to her.
“Mary-Beth! You done in there? I’m about to leave!”
It was her father calling to her from outside.
Mary fumbled with the broom she held in the swell of her arm as she jumped at the sudden noise, the trance she was held in suddenly broken. 
“i-i just have to finish sweeping!”
She called back as she diligently rolled the magazine up and stuffed in down her apron pocket, which was just deep enough to conceal it. She took her broom again and quickly began sweeping, her mind racing with brand new thoughts, both exciting and guilty.
Mary left the store with a flick of a light switch and hurried to meet her father on their buggy. She climbed into the passenger seat of the black carriage and covered herself with the blanket to protect herself from the  the chilly night, but also to hide the slight indent of the magazine in her apron pocket.
	The rickety buggy quieted as they arrived in the warmly lit stables of Bethel Ridge. The lonely sound of crickets greeted her as the buggy stopped, she and her father climbed out either side and she walked to face her father, waiting for the next task he would have for her. Her father grunted as he began unloading the crates of produce, telling Mary to go get cleaned up and ready for bed and that he would be fine alone. 
A wave of relief washed over Mary, grateful that she wouldn’t have to be in his presence anymore and risk getting caught with the sinful piece of literature she carried. She turned and walked the short distance through the grass towards their little wooden home.
Mary and her families’ home consisted of one large house where the family did pretty much everything, as well as a few sheds for miscellaneous storage of outdoor work tools. There was a large garden behind the house where the family grew all their fresh produce as well. 
	Mary made her way around the back of their home to wash up in the wooden tub that sat on the side of the house that faced the forest. When she rounded the corner she was greeted by her twin sister, Abigail, already in the tub cleaning herself under the orange glow of an oil lamp. Abby had been with their mother all day helping get ready for a community wide feast that was planned for the next day, this was the first time the two interacted all day, which was irregular, typically the two girls were inseparable.
“Hey Mary-Beth!”
Abby cheerfully said as she scrubbed her leg.
Mary and Abby would bathe together almost every night, in fact they both preferred to do it together, the quiet and soft chats were always welcome after their busy days. Though seeing her sister nude tonight felt different, she found her mind thinking back to the women she saw in the magazine, her curiosity wandered as she contemplated her sister’s bodies.
“Hey Abby. How was your chores today?”
Mary said calmly as she began to strip down, folding her apron around the magazine and gently placing it next to the pile of her dirty clothes.
	“Hmm… it was fine. But Henry and Noah went to the creek around noon and mom wouldn’t let me get a break to go with them, I feel like I miss out on so much sometimes because of all our work.”
Abby responded, now scrubbing her arms with a sponge.
“yeah I understand. Being at the store all day really makes me think about all we’re missing out on, seeing all the kids our age come and go.”
Her mind once again fixating on the magazine and its contents.
	Mary, now fully nude, reeked from sweating in her long sleeved gown all day, though Abby didn’t mind. Mary stepped up the little wooden stairs and into the lukewarm water with Abigail, their legs intermingling a bit due to the smallness of the tub. Anxiety crept around in Mary’s stomach as her body grazed up against her sisters, it reminding her of the closeness the people in the magazine shared.
“I’m pretty much done in here, though I’ll stay and help you if you’d like!”
Abby said with a smile, holding up the sponge she used on herself.
“yeah, I’m so sore from today, id really appreciate it.”
Mary limply responded.
Abby got the sponge all covered in suds before taking it to Mary’s back and softly rubbing it in up and down motions against her fur. A shiver struck Mary’s nerves as she felt Abby’s touch, this touch felt like it had new meaning. As Abby cleaned her she could feel a heat rising within her, her body began to tremor with anxiety at the thought of being intimate with her sister.
“M-Mary! You’re shivering! Are you not feeling well? Is the water making you cold?”
Abby said worried.
“No! Its nothing! The water is just a bit cold, I’m fine, im fine.”
Mary blushed as if she was worried Abby could see into her thoughts.
“Well here! Ill try to warm you up!”
Abby said as she pulled Mary close to her so the back of Mary’s pelvis was touching hers.
Mary blushed even harder, this was exactly like one of the positions she saw in the magazine. Too afraid to seem suspicious, she calmed as Abby pressed her chest against her back. 
Softly, Abby traced over Mary’s entire body, embarrassment clouding Mary’s mind the whole time, though a different feelings began to creep through. She found herself enjoying this new feeling she began associating with closeness, she found her body relaxing, her eyes resting as Abby cared for her, this feeling was new, it was scary, it was intoxicating. 
Soon their bath had finished up with Mary rinsing her body in the water, Abby sat quiet for a moment expecting her sister to know that it was time to get out, though Mary sat still, leaning into Abby softly, not wanting the closeness to end. 
“Mary…? Are you ready to get out? You know mom and dad are gonna be angry if we aren’t in bed soon.”
Abby said as she tapped Mary on the shoulder.
“mmmh…? Ah… I must have fell asleep, sorry.”
Mary said rubbing her neck embarrassed.
	Both the girls climbed out of the bath and shook out water into the grass, they both then wrapped towels around themselves and headed inside, not before Mary could discreetly grab her apron with the magazine in it from the dirty clothes pile. 
	They both passed through the kitchen where the backdoor lead into and headed down a hallway to the last door on the right, their bedroom. The twins shared a small room where they both kept their clothing and slept. The room was simple and small, a twelve foot by seven foot wooden room with a large dresser that housed both of the girls clothes as well as two twin beds opposite the door separated by a single end table they shared, a single window above the end table allowed for moonlight to pour in brightly. 
Abby went straight for the dresser to retrieve her nightgown while Mary went to hide the magazine under her mattress. 
“What was that?”
Abby asked.
“A-ah… its nothing, just something I got from the store today…”
	Mary said as she began dressing herself in her nightgown as well. 
	Abby lifted an eyebrow to Mary’s response, knowing she wasnt being truthful.
	“Come on Mary, you know you shouldn’t lie. I wont care, what’d you get?”
	Abby said as she went to try and see what Mary hid.
	“No! No! Stop-”
	Mary panicked in a hushed town trying to stop Abigail before she could see, though, she was too late.
		Abigail gawked at the picture of the scantly clad fox woman on the cover, her face growing red with embarrassment.
“Mary… where’d you get this…?”
	Abby said with shock as she turned to face Mary.
“uhh… some teens left it on a table at the store. I-i didn’t know what to do with it, so I took it with me…”
	Mary responded, hand on her elbow as she tried to avoid eye contact.
“d-did you open it…?”
Abigail asked, heart pounding faster the longer such a thing remains in view.
“i-i did…”
	Mary shyly responded.
	Abigail’s mouth grew agap as she stood up and went to leave the room. 
“You shouldn’t have opened that thing Mary! I have to tell dad, you’ll have to be baptized again! You’ll need to do conffession for the rest of your life!”
	filled with panic Mary put her body in front of the door so Abby couldn’t leave.
“No, No! Please don’t tell dad! Just… you should come look too… theirs stuff in there I want to show you…”
	Mary blushed as butterflies grew in her stomach.
“Are you crazy? We cant! You’ve already gone to far! We need to tell someone!”
	Abby tried to push past Mary but Mary stopped her again by putting her hands on Abby’s shoulders.
“please Abby! For me! you’ll like it too, I promise.”
	Abby calmed for a moment, the tense panic in her body softened slowly as she realized how serious Mary was, it not like she wasn’t curios as well. 
“….o-okay Mary, but only one peak, I cant risk going any farther.”
Abby said as she backed away from the door.
	Mary softly giggled as she smiled into her sisters eyes, as if to say thank you for trusting her. Mary took Abigail’s hand and they both sat on her bed, the magazine opened on Mary’s lap to an image of a red fox lady using her hand to pleasure herself. Both girls eyes looked back and fourth across the page, hearts beating fast as their chests raised and lowered with each deep breath. 
	Abby audibly gulped trying to clear her tightening throat.
“h-have you ever touched yourself like that…?”
Abby whispered.
Mary shook her head no.
Mary looked to Abby, confirming her curiosity before turning the page to an equally lewd image of arctic fox using some sort of toy on herself.
“can you really put things up there like that? Whats the point?”
Abby questioned.
	The two were relatively silent and yet the air was filled with such emotion, deviancy, curiosity, fear, want. The once skeptical Abigail now intently observing each page just as she would her bible, she was anxious and yet she wanted to know more. All this emotion in these pictures, it was something she had never seen before, she was reluctant to admit that it all seemed kind of nice.
Mary, with a blush ridden face, turned to Abby with a shifty gaze.
“D-do you… want to maybe try it?”
	It was a spur of the moment question. The type of question that would could either be really good or really bad, though the thought of all risk escaped her as she pondered these brand new feelings she was feeling, she was desperate to understand these things, she felt as if she needed them.
Abby raised her eyebrows in confusion and uncertainty.
“Try… what?”
	Abigail’s mind was in a similar place as Mary’s, these feelings were intoxicating, she wanted to express them but it was as if her body was trying all it could to shove them back down. She was scared, but like Mary, she was desperate to understand this new feeling.
	Mary flipped to a previous page, a closeup of a male laying on top of a female, their lips messily pressed together as he fondled her breast.
“Well… neither of us are a boy though…?”
Abby whispered silently, her breath hot and shaky.
“What if we just pretend? I can be the boy, if you want…”
Mary responded.
Abby’s eyes shifted once more as she nervously rubbed the tops of her thighs.
“O-okay… but just for a minute…”
	Mary felt weak as Abby responded. The two girls were silent as they made solid eye contact for the very first time all night, faces full of blush they breathed heavy in anticipation, they knew what would come next but were still so unsure. Mary slowly inched her face forward as she began to close her eyes, the warmth of Abby was like a wall of fear she had to conquer. Soon enough the two’s lips were planted within each other, silence continued to permeate as the twos minds raced, either one could feel the audible breaths of the other as they both unintentionally created a suction with their lips. Even through the muddled emotions and fear of sinfulness, this potent awe glew beyond all else within the two. They finally had a word for this new feeling, it was unmistakable, this was love.
Their lips parted with a little string of saliva hanging between them for a moment. Their eyes were once again glued to each other, the aftermath of their kiss feeling unreal. Neither knew what to say, but they understood that they shared a mutual feeling in this moment. 
“d-did you like it…?”
Mary questioned Abigail.
Abby inhaled and smiled softly as she scooted a bit closer to Abby on the bed.
“Mhm… c-can we do it again?”
	Abby gently requested, her gaze now lustful as she stared into Mary’s eyes.
	Mary smiled and laughed which came out as a quick exhale out of her nose before she leaned forward once again, this time more confident, more intimate.
	They closed their eyes and pressed Their lips together once again, Abby put a hand on Mary’s cheek, rubbing her soft fur as they both began to let out breathy hums into each others mouth, their breath hot and loud as its forced out of their noses.
Just like the picture, Mary put a hand on the outside of her sisters night gown, gripping her undeveloped breast and softly massaging it in circular motions 
Abby jumped a bit at the shock of such a sensitive area pleasured. Mary’s touch was addicting, the feeling of being close to her, loving her, was simply to great to worry about anything else in this moment.
	The two stayed like this for awhile, the sweet kisses that evolved into a sloppy exchange of saliva, both the girls body’s responding to the touch in ways they’ve never felt before.
 	The two allowed their bodies to guide them as Mary gently tugged Abby down to the bed with her. Allowing the magazine to fall to the floor, the two now lay in the small twin bed facing each other, body’s meshed in a sweaty and hot mess of fur, the two pulled away from the kiss. 
“should we keep going…?”
	Mary said, her breaths heavy as if lust had made her forget to inhale. 
Abigail pulled Mary into her embrace tightly as she gently stroked the fur on the back of her head.
“i-i… don’t think I ever want to do anything else…”
Abby responded with a small smirk.
Mary giggled as she allowed Abby to pull her close, she pressed her head to Abby’s chest and nuzzled against her gown warmly. 
They laid like this for minutes, just enjoying this new found warmth within each other. Mary, her gown messily rolled up to her waist, instinctively began to rub her nude crotch against Abby’s thigh, which had began to intermingle in between Marry’s legs. 
	She moaned softly as her clitoris rubbed against the coarse fur of Abby’s leg, it getting slimy and wet with the fluids that have permeated all day within Mary’s genitals. Abby allowed Mary to pleasure herself on her, anticipation growing within herself as she felt Mary’s lewd warmth on her skin. She layered a multitude of soft kisses on Mary’s head as she held it against herself, her night gown growing moist with Mary’s orgasmic breaths. 
	The More Mary stimulated her vagina the greater pleasure she discovered she was capable of, this feeling within her crotch felt impossible, how was she able go her entire life without ever discovering this? She continued to do as her body wished and humped faster, steadier, her body continued to respond with more pleasure, she continued to ramp up the pressure until her muscles felt like they could give out and at last, she was rewarded with a flood of orgasmic stimulation that left her clutching at her sisters fur as she pressed her face into her small breasts, quieted moans unable to be held back as she curled her toes and shivered against the shock of her orgasm shooting through her body.
Abby giggled as she softly rubbed her sisters ear.
“does it really feel that good?”
Mary, flooded with dopamine, drooled as she basked in the afterglow of her first orgasm. 
“Mhm…”
She said with a slight nod against Abby’s chest.
The two doe gently closed their eyes as they stayed interlocked with each other, Abby continuing to pet and kiss on Mary as Mary sunk into puddle of sleepy warmth against her sister. There was an ache that lingered quietly within the two girls stomachs, this all was so nice, but was it okay? Should they have done this? Can they do it again? All questions that the two saved for tomorrow, at this moment the love that they shared was greater then any anxiety they could ever have.
They both eventually slept together under the soft white moonlight that flooded in through the window, they slept happy, as if this was the first time they’ve felt happiness in their entire lives.