Utopolis 2
The morning after drinking...
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Gus groaned loudly as his head throbbed painfully in his ear, pulling the sheet in his clutches over his face and curling up on his side; he blinked, looking about at the linen cocoon he enveloped himself in. He pushed the blankets from his body, sitting up in - what he discovered to be - his bed; his head ached and the gentle light from his window felt like a searing beam. With a groan and some stumbling he found enough cognition to close the blinds and make it to his shower, deciding to try and figure out what happened when he had enough mental gumption to ponder anything in depth. Sitting his nude body in the large porcelain basin and beneath a nice hot shower he slowly regained some sense of memory concerning the night prior; most of it a fuzzy blur.
All he could remember was meeting his brother, a lot of happiness, then walking through a dark lane; like a striking revelation he recalled the silver-crowned shadow, and those piercing golden eyes. He jolted in the tub, his hooves scraping over the porcelain, his breaths shallow. 'You still don't know your own Blood...', those words rang through his ears like a daemonic fanfare, and 'Wake up!'...Gus just couldn't wrap his brain around it. The door of his bathroom swung open, Gus sitting with the curtain wide open saw his brother waltz in.
"Hey Bro, you doin' okay?" Brady asked, sitting on the toilet and smiling to his younger sibling. Gus just looked up, not used to anyone else being in his home. "Yeah, my head just hurts," lied the cream horse, putting a hoof to his forehead. "Not surprising, you got drunk last night and passed out walking home; it's a good thing you didn't get a hundred feet from the door or you could've been there since morn." Gus suddenly felt very foolish, but also relieved, attributing the odd light display from the night prior as merely an alcohol-induced hallucination. The weird silver-crowned shadow was probably just a lingering scare from the stranger at the library.
Gus gave a weightless sigh, standing and turning the shower off. Brady smiled and handing his brother a towel, "You've grown up strong, bro," the older Clydesdale commented. Gus blinked, holding the towel over his muzzle to hide the blush on his cheeks. After 10 years of indirect avoidance, to be exposed to his brother like that made him shy. "Thanks, bro," Gus smiled softly, wrapping the towel 'bout his waist. "There's so much we need to catch up on, but I need to get to..." Gus began, stepping from his bathroom before grabbing his head in shock, "...the library!" his face went pale when it came to him like a ton of bricks that for the first time in almost 10 years he was late on opening the library.
He began to calm as he felt a strong hoof on his shoulder, Brady giving a hearty laugh, "Have you no faith in me, bro? I already told your apprentice that he'll need to fill in for you today so he can get more training." The colt blinked, giving an inaudible sigh as he once again felt rather foolish. "Now that we both have the rest of the day off, we can do that catching up you mentioned," Brady offered, giving his younger brother a friendly one-armed hug around the shoulder. Gus replied simply with a smile and a nod, then tossed his towel to a hamper and rummaged through his closet to pull out a kilt similar to what was worn by his brother, whom believed that he should recognize their trek from the Highlands everyday (though he designated a night every month in which everyone could join in drink and song).
Sporting kilts, and shirts, they stepped out into the day, Gus shielding his eyes from the luminous sunlight, still retaining a bit of his migraine. They sauntered and chatted about their forthcomings over the past decade (and aside from Brady's occasional ulcer and Gus's anus, it's regretless), discussing how the city-state grew and their professions. As they came to a small diner for an early supper, the subject finally came to the happenings of the younger's sudden change of heart. "Gus, you have no idea how glad I am that you're finally warming up to me like this, and I don't mean to open old wounds, but how did your...you know...heal?"
Gus sighed, knowing full well that he'd have to answer this eventually. "In all honesty, Brady, I don't know. The pain now only seems like needless fretting long since resolved, water under the bridge as it were." The older felt both relieved and concerned at his answer, but just smiled, "I'm glad to hear that, bro."
Gus nodded some, looking at sandwich in a dazed state; Brady leaned forward, frowning some, "Is there more?" The younger looked up, sighing through his nose and nodding. "Hey bro, have you ever heard of the Arcane Bloodline?"
Brady furrowed his brow and grunted in thought, then shook his head, "Nope, never heard of it." Gus hummed as he pondered, then smiled to his brother, "This day has been beyond words, bro, but there're some things I need to research."
Brady blinked, feeling curious, "About the Arcane Bloodline?" he inquired, eliciting a nod from his young brother. "While I was putting away returns the other day, I accidentally knocked over the bookcases." Brady's eyes went wide, his face sagging, Gus chuckling at the sight, "Yeah, I'm sure that's what my face looked like. And you know that it's near impossible to move those things over, yet there they were, in complete disarray on the floor of the library. Now, I was just about to have an anxiety attack, when the books and the cases just started setting themselves right, going into place, like magic." Brady listened intensely, not wanting to miss a single word; Gus continued, "I thought I was going crazy, so I thought it best to just do some paperwork to get my mind off it. Everything was going normally until lunch time, when this cat in noble's clothes just appears in front of my desk, returning a book he'd borrowed from the library."
"But there are no noble cats," argued Brady.
"No kidding, and that's not the weirdest part. He was the only on in the library, and the book he borrowed - now that I think about it - was an almanac from over a century ago; but what really rubbed me the wrong way was when the bookcases fell over a second time!"
"Twice?!"
"Yep, twice," huffed Gus, "but like before, the bookcases just fixed themselves," his voice then went low, leaning forward a bit and whispering, "and that's when that cat appeared again, and mentioned something about the Arcane Bloodline, then just vanished. And like a miracle, my tailhole didn't hurt anymore." He leaned back again, smirking with a shrug, "So I don't know what happened; maybe it was all in my head - the pain, the bookshelves, the stranger, all of it could've just been a result of stress," laughed the colt.
"That's right," Brady said in realization, "ever since one of the priests passed on there's been lots of hubbub to find out who'll take his place. I can't imagine the strain that's put on the library, what with all those acolytes and scholars ravishing the books to build up their divine repertoire."
"And just how did you know about that?" Gus asked with a smirk and arched eyebrow. Brady laughed, "I may be a bartender, but that doesn't mean I'm ignorant." Both brothers gave a hearty laugh.
"Anyway, the hullabaloo over the deceased priest is exactly why it was so weird to open up to an empty library yesterday; even though I'm the one who unlocks it, some acolytes and scholars have regulation keys to enter into the library, they just aren't allowed to take any books out." Brady stared at his brother, then laughed warmly, "Bro, yesterday was the Holy Day of Rest, acolytes don't study on those days; you know that."
It was Gus's turn to stare, and as chuckled nervously he replied, "Right...of course, how silly of me." He felt about ready to fall over from the obviousness of it all; of course there wouldn't be any acolytes then, that's the day they spend in revered sanctification and reflective silence. Still, at least one or two scholars should've been studying there.
The rest of the day was spent in merriment between the equine brothers before the sun skimmed at the horizon, indicating that night was about to fall. Their urban trek brought them to where Gus's abode placed closer than Brady's pub, so the former hosted their first stop. The colt let out a soft yawn as they approached the stairs leading up to the apartment, Gus giving a warm smile to his brother as he ascended up the steps, but stopped when he felt a hoof grab his wrist, "Bro, wait..." Brady requested. The cream stallion curiously turned, looking back to his elder, "What is it, bro?" Brady stepped up to the same level as Gus, and only half a head taller than his younger brother he smiled sheepishly, "You've grown so much...let's go inside, there's something I need to tell you."
Behind the closed door, Brady took a seat on the living room sofa, Gus sitting beside him. "What's the matter, bro?" Gus inquired, frowning some. Brady just smiled and gently shook his head, "Nothing's wrong, bro, I just need to know something...." He then went silent, looking to his brother then to the floor and back again, and what seemed like a major effort he finally spoke again, "Do you...do you still love me?"
Gus blinked, then smiled in that way a one would when asked a obviously simple question, "Of course I still love you, you're my brother, I'll always love you," he rested a hoof on the dark horse's shoulder, leaning forward some, "and I forgive you. I know that the mushrooms of Grotte de la Démence made you do what you did; and it's healed, so there's no reason to worry about it."
"But..." Brady began, tears forming in his eyes, I wasn't...I wasn't strong enough to keep you safe, not even from myself; when I was..." he bit his lower lip, closing his eyes shut, "...when I was raping you, I could see and feel myself doing it, and something inside me enjoyed it..." He looked away, sniffing, "I felt so helpless and awful," he continued, "like the worst piece of shit on the planet for what I did to y-..." Gus's hoof held his brother's mouth, cupping his jaw as he turned his muzzle so they looked right into each other's eyes, "Brady, stop; I've already forgiven you, it's time you did the same." He smiled warmly, scooting closer to his brother and hugging him close, Brady returning it tightly. "Besides, I was the one who coaxed you, bro," Gus said, pulling back as he explained, "Remember? Before I dove head first into your lap, you remained completely calm." Brady blinked a few times, sniffing as his younger brother wiped a tear from his cheek, "You did?" he replied.
Gus quirked a brow and smirked, "Yeah, you just sat there motionless before I pulled off your kilt, it was almost like you weren't actually there."
"Come to think of it, I don't think I was."
"What do you mean?"
"I don't think I was there mentally, like I had a bag over my head or something. I don't even remember much of what happened before I...uh..." Brady blushed, giving a sheepish chuckle, "you know...'shot' into your mouth; it felt like an explosion of emotions when the mushrooms kicked in."
"Really?" Gus asked curiously, "'Cause it was at that moment I came to my senses and realized what I was doing," he joined his brother in blushing. They looked at each other, and began stifling their chuckles before bursting into full laughter, both completely dumbfounded by what happened on that night 10 years ago, and finding it a rip-roaring laugh riot that neither had a clear answer.
As the jolliness waned they wiped tears from their eyes, panting some as any lingering bad feelings were washed away in the flood of laughing. Gus sat up and joined his brother in a big hug, both mustangs smiling as they embraced. Brady guiding his muzzle closer, placing a soft nuzzle to his brother's cheek. Gus couldn't help but let his face grow pink, tilting his snout to nuzzle back. As he did theirs noses brushed together; they both blushed, smiling to each other. Gus blushed a bit more, daring to ask, "Bro...was there something else you wanted to ask me?" Brady smiled tenderly, "Bro, I need to know you trust me, and there's something I need to make right before I can forgive myself."
Gus looked curious as Brady leaned him back a bit, gliding a hoof over his side slowly, nuzzling gently against his cheek and neck. The cream colt blushed brightly, not risking a single word, trusting his older brother fully and completely. The elder's strong hoof slid across his kilted thigh, and at the same time brushed their lips together. Gus gasped meekly, blushing hot as a shiver went through his body. His mind reeled, and he moaned as Brady pressed their lips together tenderly, his hoof sliding beneath his young brother's kilt, sliding up the mighty cream-colored thigh as he guided it to the side.
His heart quickly pounded to a heated rhythm, his own hoof held up to his older brother's broad chest, feeling firm muscle beneath the silky pelt. Brady thrummed into the hot kiss, bringing his torso closer as his heartbeat rushed into the younger's knuckles. His own hoof pulled out from under the kilt, but only to undo the fastenings holding it to his brother's waist, not a word needed be spoken between them. Brady slid the plaid clothing away, sash and all, leaving his brother completely exposed. Gus whinnied softly, his revealed package evidently growing to the larger Clydesdale's loving touches. Brady pulled from the kiss, Gus panting softly and sporting a powerful blush. They looked to each other as Brady slid a hoof down his brother's chest, "You've grown up big and strong, bro," he sang, his eyes dancing across the finely toned muscles on the light-cream colored torso.
"Bro...what about your mate...?" Gus finally asked between shallow pants. Brady slid his tongue across the colt's lips, "Don't worry about it, bro, I know she won't mind," he said with a warm smile, sliding his hoof down the strong chest, wrapping his arm about the younger waist and preparing to scoop him up before a hoof stopped his endeavor. "Wait..." Gus pleaded, blushing as he slid a hoof down the dark chocolate torso, tracing through the expertly defined muscles, caressing beneath the plaid sash as his touch met at his brother's waist. His knuckles curled at the fastening and with a flick undid it, laying the flaps of the kilt off out of the way before sliding it from his brother's thighs, taking the sash with it. Both he and Brady blushed, Gus finally getting a full view of a certain body part that a certain mare enjoyed every night. He looked back up to his elder's face, blushing and smiling boyishly, "Okay, Bro."
Brady smiled back, wrapping his arm around Gus's waist and lifting him into his lap, leaning into the sofa. The cream colt blushed warmly, sitting naked in his brother's lap, holding his back to the broad dark chocolate chest behind him. He felt the half-aroused slab of meat nestled into his seat, and the deep thrum from Brady's throat; the dark-furred head rested upon a cream-furred shoulder. What he felt at that moment was a complete turn-around from that night 10 years ago; his brother was sane and loving, the sensation was warm and there was no influence of mushrooms. After none too long, Brady nudged his brother's cheek with his own, "This sofa is uncomfortable," he said with a passive smile. Gus looked to his brother and smiled, "My bed is big enough to accommodate both of us." He nodded and let go of the tender embrace, both stallions standing and scooping their kilts and walking to the colt's bedroom; Brady's arm across the other's shoulders, and Gus's arm around his waist.
Within the sleeping quarters and behind another locked door they laid their kilts neatly upon a chair. Gus climbed into his bed and laid down, smiling to his brother, Brady following suit and snuggling behind the cream-colored colt, wrapping his arms into a tender embrace and spooning against his body. One arm hugged about his shoulders, the other placed on his stomach. Gus's torso shifted and wiggled, nuzzling back as much as he could into his brother's powerful chest, blushing as his tail perked at the feel of the hardening package resting against his rump. Brady gasped very lightly, pressing his hips into his younger brother's cute, firm cheeks, and with a smooth glide his hoof passed beneath Gus's waist and over his thigh. The cream stallion lifted his leg trustingly as his inner thigh was caressed so lovingly, whinnying cutely again as Brady curled his knuckles to cup his younger brother's hefty orbs. Gus's length perked and hardened, standing to attention with boyish gasps as Brady rolled and fondled his heavy balls about. Another hoof slid down Gus's chest, lifting from his silky pelt to rest the palm upon the throbbing head, his younger brother giving a shrill gasp and a buck of his hips.
"You've grown up so big and strong, bro," Brady whispered into his brother's ear, closing his hoof and sliding it down the pink-splotched ebony length. Gus trembled in delight, but when he felt the hardening cock of his brother grind up through the crevice of his rump he put his hoofs on his hips behind him and pushed away. Brady lifted his torso, worried and saddened, "What's wrong?" he pleaded, looking over his brother's frame sitting on the edge of the bed. Gus sniffed, holding his face to his hooves and his knees together, "We shouldn't bro, it's not right..."
Brady frowned, climbing to his knees and crawling slowly to comfort his bemused younger brother. He rose up onto his knees and wrapped his large arms about the smaller frame once again, his length still quite full as it pressed to Gus's back. "It's okay Bro, just let me know that you trust me..." his said in a soothing tone, stroking a hoof down Gus's stomach once again. The colt pushed away again, standing off the bed and facing his older brother, "Brady, stop..." he demanded, the tears once there were now dry. The older stallion frowned, his face puzzled and sad; he stood and approached Gus, whom took a step back, "Don't you trust me, Bro...?" Brady asked. Gus took another step back, only to find his body had found the wall of his room, and his older brother was a mere foot away.
Gus looked up, feeling scared yet angry at the same time; his older brother loomed over him with soulless eyes, his hooves pinning the colt's shoulders to the wall, "I need you to trust me, Bro..." he spoke in now a cold tone. "I do..." whispered Gus. He felt a young voice inside his heart cry out in pain, then a warrior burst from the silence within him and yelled above the boy's bawls.
"Wake up and fight!"
A vicious impulse clenched Gus's hoof and swung it straight into Brady's jaw, knocking the older stallion back with his chin in the air. The colt's torso had twisted around, and seeing an opening in his brother's gut he sprung his other hoof around and drove fisted knuckles into the older mustang's stomach. The dark chocolate horse's eyes watered up as his cheeks bulged and muzzle burst open, vomit spilling out and splattering across Gus's chest. He colt grimaced as his front side was covered in the mess, but to this surprise it slid off and splashed to the ground like water off a duck's back.
Brady doubled over, one hoof clutching his stomach as the other held the floor to brace himself as best he could, coughing up vomit with a jerk of his body. Soon the older brother's coughing was accompanied not by ridding his maw of the awful taste, but of sobs. Tears fell from his eyes and over his snout, sniffing loudly as he collapsed to he floor and cried. Gus only stood dazed for a second before he fell to his knees and held Brady, whom leaned into his chest and simply bawled loudly.
"C'mon, let's get you cleaned up..." Gus recommended, Brady meekly nodding and wobbling to stand, his arm slung around his brother's shoulder. As the colt guided his elder to the bathroom he looked peeked over at the puddle of vomit sitting on his bedroom floor, a gross green and filled with lumps.
The older mustang was sat in the tub, still weeping and sobbing as Gus turned the knobs to for stream of hot water to cascade upon the messed horse. Brady sniffed and held his face to the shower, letting the vomit residue wash down the drain, then looking up to his brother with reddened, puffy eyes, still sniffing some as the last of his tears were washed away. "I'm sorry..." was all he could bring himself to say, sniffing audibly as he hung his head again. For a half hour Brady sat silent in the shower, Gus deciding to give him some time to think as he returned to his bedroom.
Stepping back to his sleeping quarters he quickly recalled the puddle of vomit lying on the ground. He gave a disgruntled humph, still dressed in nothing he padded to the hallway closet and pulled out a rag and a bucket, fetching some water from the kitchen (to not disturb Brady) he walked back to clean up the mess made. Knelt on the floor and wringing the soaked rag he slapped it over the mess, and suddenly stopped when he heard what sounded like a blood-curdling scream. His fur stood on end as he looked about, muscles tense, trying to figure out where it came from. After a moment his fur settled and his heart stopped its hastened beat, and he looked to the puddle of vomit only to find that it was soaked into the rag completely. His brow quirked as he grabbed onto the cloth once again, only to have it spontaneously burst into a dark flame, lasting only an instant before it disappeared, not even ash left behind. His mind reeled, but quickly decided to forget as he retrieved the bucket of water and returned the former the closet after dumping the latter down the drain in his kitchen sink.
He turned on a light - the sun having set a while ago - and sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the floor the puddle once sat. In the past 2 he'd been through enough anomalies to last a lifetime, and this recent one made less sense than the bookcases. He let his mind wander, thinking back on what happened with Brady, how he seemed so warm and loving at first, but as soon as he felt the penis against his rump it turned quickly sour. He could only guess what that voice inside him was, for he'd heard that exact one before when he passed out in the street...no, this voice was different, it was deeper, definitely not like the one standing in the streetlamp.
'Is there another...?' Gus came to wonder, perking his ears as he thought about it. Yesterday in the library, he'd encountered that "noble" cat, and that split second he was in the darkness surrounded by...whatever those glowing symbols were; but he wasn't alone, there as someone else there, and he looked horrifyingly familiar, but just couldn't place him...
The door to the bathroom opened, steam pouring from he frame as Brady finally stepped out, already dried off. "Hi Bro," was all he said as they stared at each other, "Thank you...for stopping me..." he continued, hanging his head, Gus standing and approaching his elder. "It happened again, like that night in the Grotte...but...there weren't any mushrooms this time..." he said ruefully, rubbing his hooves together awkwardly.
"Actually..." Gus corrected, Brady lifting his eyes, "I think the 'shrooms you ate stayed in your stomach for all these years, it might explain why you had ulcers." The colt wasn't sure how he knew that, like an unlearned knowledge laced his thoughts. The older horse only look dumbfounded, "Wait, what?"
"Those mushrooms we ate 10 years ago, somehow I wasn't effected by them after you gave me our seed, but then you suddenly became infected," as Gus spoke, his back straightened and his tone grew wiser, like a teacher explaining to a student, "After all this time, the mushrooms from Grotte de la Démence festered inside your body, 'waiting' for the dark desire they'd been initially triggered, i.e. raping me. Looking back, the reason my anus kept swollen was because it acted as a safeguard to keep my tail down and untouched, and thus kept your lust at bay; until not too long ago, that is. Your regret was genuine and not caused by the 'shrooms, but what it finally lead to was the waking of the dormant infection inside your stomach. Luckily that blow to the gut caused you to regurgitate the mushrooms; though why this blow to the gut and this vomiting is what expelled the mushrooms, I can't say exactly."
The brothers looked at each other in silence, Gus returning to his slightly hunched stance, and left Brady completely lost. The colt rubbed the back of his head awkwardly, Brady crossing his arms in thought, "So...does that mean I won't be getting ulcers anymore?" he finally said. Gus nodded, "Yeah, I think so." They chuckled nervously, and decided it was best to bid each other good night. Brady grabbed his kilt and reattached it around his waist, and walked to the door, and they ended their evening with a hug that began cautiously, but became a warm embrace once again. Smiles and waves satisfied the brothers until their next meeting. Gus sighed softly, both in relief and confusion as he closed and locked the door; still naked he retreated to his bed and tucked his body away until tomorrow morning, drifting to sleep with that lecture on mushrooms he unexpectedly gave echoing in his thoughts.
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Hope ye enjoyed. :3