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Vanir stepped into the house with his ears held back against his head and did his best to keep his face from showing just how upset he was. He knew if he came home looking upset, his brother would be all too happy to pick at it, which was exactly what he didn't need today. For the first time in two months, he had managed to get a date with a girl, not an equine, but a beautiful little cat that had been sweet to him and even kind. He'd done exactly what his brother had told him to do, pretending to be gay, hell, he'd even gone so far as to do the vulnerable thing and told her in private, discussing how he'd found out when he'd made out with one of the guys he'd met at a party. He'd done everything that Xamir had taught him to do, he'd been nervous and shy, he'd tried to pretend to be unsure and it had all fallen apart the moment he'd taken the girl out.

She'd humiliated him, she'd offered to go out on a date with him, but she'd never told him that he'd be going on a date with her and a group of others. They'd teased him, she'd somehow let it slip that he'd said he was gay and now he had no idea how many other people knew it at school. Two of the members of the basketball team had hinted that he even work as their 'towel' boy. The girl he'd been trying to get to know had even teased him playfully, but that had only encouraged the guys. One of them had ended the night by trying to drag him into their lap, a large buffalo that had pulled him in close and suggested that he find out how well he'd be compensated for joining the team. It had been awful, he'd protested and tried to get away, but the teasing had just grown worse and worse. Eventually he'd left but not before one of them had actually groped him. It hadn't been what Xamir had said at all, he didn't have girls throwing themselves at him!

He barely twitched his ears at the sound of his brother in the study, instead he went up the stairs two at a time to retreat to his bedroom. He didn't want to look at Xamir, looking at his brother just confused him and today he wasn't in the mood for it. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't forget what they'd done together, it invaded his thoughts, his dreams, it was humiliating, confusing, and so many emotions that he didn't understand. It didn't seem to effect Xamir, the roan stallion pretended it had never happened, he never mentioned it at least. He couldn't look at his brother and not think about it, he didn't know why it was so easily dismissed by the older colt.

It's all his fault.... Vanir dropped his head down against his forearms as he sprawled out on the bed, pinning his ears flat. He started all this.

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He stared at his wall, his cheeks still feeling flushed and hot as he did so. It wasn't his fault he wasn't like his brother, or that he was always being compared to him. Xamir was always the one people thought of when they thought about his family, he was still a bit of a legend. He had the height to him to make it work, plus the muscles, he didn't have to be as tall and eye catching as one of the draft horses. He felt as if he were always playing five steps behind the other pony, struggling to make his name known, trying to get any girl to just remember him for longer than it took for a cheap joke to be made at his expense. And his brother's 'big idea' only made things that much worse. It gave them something to pick on him about and he was sick of it.

"Are you seriously in here moping?" Xamir's voice was cheerful as the door opened up and Vanir flipped his ears back on his head. He glared at his dark forearms, studying the start of his dapples instead of looking up. "Didn't have a good date?"

"Like you don't already know." Vanir kept his ears pinned down flat against his head, barely moving as the sound of his brother moving through the room reached him. "It's all your fault."

"I told you to not go after her." The bed shifted as his brother dropped down on the bed, making the mattress sink to one side. The dappled pony shifted away instantly, but a large hand patted him on the back, making him try to squirm as far away as he could get.

"Yeah, well, it would have gone great if she would have thought I was straight. You had a stupid idea." He snapped back at his brother, turning his head to see the larger pony leaning back and watching him closely.

"What? It wasn't stupid, you've had more girl contact than before, haven't you?" Xamir smiled, his ears twitching forward just a touch. "You're just playing gay a little too good, you aren't giving them a chance to fix you, yanno?"

"I do not play gay that good!" Vanir replied, tensing up as the hand moved to rub against his shoulder. He ducked out from under the touch and rolled onto his back, sitting up and narrowing his eyes angrily. "You just lied to me, a-and it's all your fault."

"Hey, now!" Xamir's eyes widened a little, but a smile teased on the edges of his lips. "I gave you a perfect way to get girls, I figured you'd have better luck with that than trying to pretend to be me. You just played it up a little too well, is all."

"Yeah, well, thanks a whole fucking lot, now no one is going to want to date me unless it's one of the guys." Vanir tried to keep from looking flustered, it was hard, far harder than it should have been. He had never forgotten about their little bet, or what had happened, having him close just made it worse. The heat rushed to his cheeks, rising higher as he struggled to keep his composure, he almost succeeded.

"Listen, it's not like I'm being mean." Xamir leaned back, kicking his legs out comfortably in front of him as if he didn't have a care in the world. "I'm trying to help you out."

"The hell you are." He snapped back, sitting up and moving to the head of his bed away from the older pony. "You're just having a laugh with all of this, aren't you?"

"No, I'm really not. You think I want you to fail with girls? Seriously?" The roan snorted and gave his head a shake. "Jesus, Vanir, you are a special brand of stupid. You're giving me a bad name at this point. You gotta stop whining about how you're never getting laid and get to it. I gave you a great way to pick them up and you still bungled it. Dude, you gotta at least try to get a girl."

"I AM!" Vanir bristled, he hated when they talked like this. Xamir always thought it was so easy, but he had everything that a real pony didn't. His half-horse heritage made him taller than any pony, larger and muscular, he wasn't short and feminine looking. "Just leave me the hell alone, okay?"

"No." His brother stood up and sighed, his ears twitched back. "I'm done listening to you whimper about how much you suck at getting a filly. I tried giving you an easy out and you still messed it up. That's it, we're going out to the cabin this weekend. I'm done playing this game, I'm going to teach you what a mare likes one way or another, because I refuse to deal with you moping around the house for the rest of your teenage years."

"I'm not going anywhere with you!" Vanir's ears snapped back and he jerked his head up. "The last time-"

"Damn it, I said I'd teach you what a mare wants, I'm not after your ass, okay?" Xamir sounded annoyed, his ears twitched back on his head. "We'll just go up to the cabin and work on you finally getting it through your thick skull what mares want, so you stop tripping all over yourself in an attempt to stick your dick in one."

"But-" Vanir started to protest, only to get a poke right on his chest that rocked him back a bit.

"But nothing, I promise your ass is safe, but one way or another I'm going to snap you out of this. It's humiliating to watch!" Xamir's words were sharp and brooked no arguments, leaving Vanir squirming in place.

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The trip up to the cabin was uneventful save for the excitement of being able to drive Xamir's truck for once. The older stallion was relaxed, his legs kicked up on the dashboard and not even attempting to keep his hooves from marking it. His mother had a little cabin well away from a lake, something left over from Xamir's father after he left her and she'd won a nice chunk in a settlement. When they were younger they had loved the place, it was set right in a little woods where there were old mines they could play in, despite not being allowed too, and close enough to a pond where they could swim whenever they wanted. As they'd grown older, Xamir had taken over the cabin as his own personal party house on the weekends, their parents didn't care, they had no use for the property after all.

The cabin was a worn old place, built in the fifties for hunting by a coyote, but sold to Xamir's father after a few decades. Vanir had no idea what their mother's ex wanted with the place, but the family had enjoyed it. It was built well, thick oak that had been treated so that it showed little wear from the weather. The addition of solar panels and running water made the place comfortable, even heated in the winter, those had been added by one of Xamir's older friends last summer. Vanir hadn't been up here in at least a year, he wasn't invited to the parties, and even if he had, his mother would have put her hoof down if he'd decided to go, probably would have even dragged him out by his ear in front of everyone.

He still didn't know what they were doing here, but Xamir had been quite firm that they had to be out of the house to do it. There were hints that he was going to find out exactly what mares were after and what they wanted, that made his mind flare with visions and ideas. One idea was that Xamir was bringing up on the girls he routinely played with and was going to teach him first hand. If he was going to learn what a mare liked, wouldn't that mean seeing how his brother spent his time with them, perhaps even letting him have a go. That was the most reasonable assumption, one that made the drive up strangely arousing as he considered what he'd be walking into. A lovely filly dressed in something skimpy and stretched out on a bed?

"C'mon, are you just going to stare at it?" Xamir stretched out as he stepped out of the truck and gave himself a shake. "It's just the cabin."

"Sorry." Vanir blinked his eyes rapidly, pausing in his attempt to try and see where the other car was hidden. "So who else is coming?"

"I'm not throwing a party, that's not going to help you." Xamir rolled his eyes as he went up the stairs, leaving Vanir to trail behind him.

"I didn't think you'd have a party." He followed behind his brother, his tail twitching a little bit while he snuffed the air curiously, hoping to pick up the scent of a mare. "But you said we were coming up here this weekend to... you know."

Xamir just glanced back at him before stepping through the front door and stepped into the main room of the cabin. Vanir caught up to him with a run that had his tail bobbing along his haunches, his ears flicked backwards. The inside of the cabin smelled a bit musty from being locked up for so many months, the dust had settled here and there, especially along the end tables. It was remarkably neat for a party house, but Xamir was pretty good at cleaning up afterwards, if only to make sure that he didn't come back to animals breaking into the place for left over food. As soon as he was in the main room he peeked into the bedroom, half expecting to see a filly already waiting for them, but the bedroom was empty.

Xamir was already throwing his bag in the room, pushing past him with a grin as Vanir pulled back and sighed. He really should have just refused, his brother wasn't really going to help him, he was probably just going to get lectured again. Or worse, tried to be conned into working out to make him more muscular. That was another bone of contention between them, Xamir refused to believe that Vanir's build was just how he was made. The slight curves were embarrassing and annoying, but it wasn't like he worked to keep them or even wanted them. It was just that he was built more like his mother than his father, even his father was pretty soft around the edges. Most ponies were, it wasn't his fault he was born a pony.

"C'mere, sit on the bed." Xamir gave a toss of his head. "You know, you really are cute for a colt, but you're too damn empty headed to really think about what you're doing and saying. You always come out tripping all over the place."

"I do not, I just don't get a chance to say-" Vanir started out, and was silenced when his brother gave him a push towards the bed, making him stumble over his hooves. "Hey!"

"So we're going to have to make you depend on something other than you trying to talk." Xamir grinned a little bit and Vanir flushed, his ears going back flat to his head. He knew where this was going.

"You said you were going to teach me about what mare's want!" He blurted out, shying away as a hand stroked his muzzle. His older brother let out an exasperated sigh.

"Listen, do you really want to know what mares want and how to give it to them?" The question was perfectly reasonable, but made less so by the gentle strokes of the hand along his chin. "I mean, seriously, you really want to know?"

"Yes! But I thought you were gonna bring up one of your female friends and yanno... coach me into doing it right." Vanir mumbled in response, fighting the urge to squirm at the touch. "Hands on."

"Well, yes, but I'm not going to let you loose on one of my friends, fumbling along, trying to figure out what goes where." Xamir's eyes were bright with laughter as he leaned over and reached for his bag. "I really think you need a basic education."

"Then what the hell are you gonna do? Show me porn, I have a lot, you know." Vanir tried to pull his chin out, embarrassed by the fact the touch felt good stroking towards his jaw. His brother's other hand moved around a bit before tugging something out of his bag with a jingling of metal.

"Not porn, I just figured that the best way for you to learn was to have the proper experience on what a filly reacts too and enjoys." There was a wicked light in the pale eyes as he pulled up the bit of leather he'd dragged out of his bag.

Vanir saw the gold buckle, and something flat, round and opalescent before his brother slipped it around his neck. The leather was soft along his hide, but he still jerked backwards as the caress, though his brother only laughed as he did so. It was a collar, one that was snugged down along the curve of his neck, the buckle was cold along the side of his neck as the round disk slipped right along his throat. He reached up to catch the strawberry roan wrists and tried to shove the hands away, leaning backwards with a squirm and an outraged noise. He didn't want to play this game... again. It hadn't done anything helpful the first time and he doubted it would a second time, no matter what props Xamir brought to play with.

"I'm not playing this game, jesus... I'm not a fag!" Vanir tried to squirm away, but the moment he did, Xamir slipped a knee onto the bed and leaned above him.

"Oh c'mon, you really think I want that ass again? I wouldn't buy a slice of horn just for that, it'd be a waste," Xamir leaned down, his lips hovering about Vanir's while a finger tapped the disk right against his throat.

"Wait... h-horn?!" Vanir's yelp was cut off as his brother leaned down and kissed him, a full deep kiss, that had nothing to do with being brothers and everything to do with the flush of heat that ran through him.

He knew what 'horn' meant, it wasn't an instrument or even something that might be remotely benign, there was only one bit of horn that would be sliced and attached to anything and that was a unicorn horn. Entirely illegal to own or trade in, but unicorns down and out on their luck had been doing it for years. A horn would regrow, after all, it took a long time, but it would and once the horn was removed some of the latent magic was still there. The magic to change was held in an alicorn, though the changes were only effective as long as the horn lasted, a slice only gave an hour or so, a full horn a matter of a couple of days. There was little doubt why it was illegal and the abuse that it could be used for, but robbing a bank or misleading someone was the last worry on the little pony's mind as his brother pushed him back against the bed with their lips still joined together.

He fought that kiss, his hands pushing up against the broad roan chest while his brother rumbled softly and flicked his tongue out. There was a gentle caress, running against his own tongue while the broad hands slipped along him. One reached up to press right against the slice of horn that rested along his throat, pressing it against Vanir's hide as he let out a short noise and shuddered in place. That touch sent heat coursing out over his body, running in a flood that was pumped with each and every beat of his heart and sent running towards his limbs. His cries were lost against his brother's lips as his body began to change under the caressing hands. The only real way he knew it was happening was the tight grey shirt he was wearing was suddenly almost painfully tight as his body's proportions changed. With a low noise he struggled to free his muzzle.

"HEY! This isn't funny!" His voice cracked oddly as he writhed back on the bed and watched as his body began to change.

He was already curvy, but now he watched as his body began to grow softer, more plush looking. Xamir pinned his legs down by the simple method of sitting on them and his hands moved to slide along the dark grey shirt. Vanir drew in a shuddering breath and let out a noise while the fingers slipped upwards, running the nails right along the curve of his belly. The gentle stroke made him suck in a breath, his head leaning backwards as the hands pushed up his shirt. He tried, briefly, to pull the shirt back down, but his brother had a better grip and was able to peel it off slowly. His nipples were darkening and thickening, the area around them already growing softer and rising up as he let out a noise and tried to cover himself. The brush of his fingers against the thickening nipples sent a shudder of pleasure running down the line of his spine, making his back bow upwards in reaction.

"This isn't funny at all." Xamir agreed and leaned down, his soft lips brushed right along the grey dappled belly. "I didn't mean it to be funny, I wanted it to be educational."

"F-fuck..." Vanir let out a short little yip as the fingers moved to brush right along the underside of the softening breasts. "Stop that!"

"Why? Don't you want to know what mare's like?" The roan pony leaned down to run his lips up higher, the other hand moved down and hooked a finger right into the loose edge of Vanir's shorts.

He sucked in a breath, trying not to let out a noise as the shorts were peeled downwards, dragging lower as the hips lifted upwards. His sheath spilled out into the air as the softness of his chests grew against the brush of his fingers, and his brother pushed his muzzle up and beneath one dark hand. The warm breath tickled along the edges, spilling out in a heated rush that ran towards the tips of his thickening nipples. The nubs were almost painfully sensitive as they grew larger, rising upwards while his hands were pushed away. The hide was growing paler and stretched open wider and wider, the weight of them making him writhe in place. He jerked his head upwards when a hot brush of a tongue rolled out and ran right along one tender nipple. A cry spilled past his lips, letting him jerk upwards while the teeth scraped around the edge.

His brother's hand pushed down and cupped right against his sheath, a sheath that felt almost too hot to the touch as the fingers rolled around the edges. The fingers pushed inwards, curling into the sheath and pushed downwards so that his cock spilled out of the edge. With a yelp he jerked away, the touch of the fingers was almost painfully pleasurable as his cock surged upwards and began to fill the sheath out. His cock spilled outwards in a rush, running up along his lower belly as he arched upwards, his body was hot, so terribly hot that he could barely draw in a breath. His skin was tight and swollen feeling as his cock tried to surge upwards. It wasn't thickening though, not really, it was spilling out of the sheath, but the fingers that wrapped around him easily, barely struggling to hold his girth.

"Ah... Ahhhh!!!" Vanir's ears pinned back and he jerked his head up, looking wildly as he could see the plush breasts fully formed on his chest.

Xamir's eyes rolled up to look at him, his hot rolling tongue pinned the nipple right on the roof of his mouth, the teeth ran along the nub as the stallion drew backwards. His cry turned higher pitched as he cried out, his voice cracking wildly before his brother lifted upwards and showed off what he was doing with his hand. The fingers were working and kneading along his cock were struggling to push his cock downwards, the mottled spire starting to grow thinner and smaller under the touch. Already the sheath was spreading apart, the lips were growing and spreading apart. He writhed in place, pushing back against the bed as his high pitched whimpers began sounding wrong, his throat rippled and changed as he parted his lips open and sucked in a gasping breath.

The fingers began to push upwards, grinding and driving his cock downwards as the pressure grew between his legs. He could feel the way that his balls were pulling up, tightening until he felt as if he were about to push over the edge to orgasm. He stopped fighting with his brother, stopped trying to keep the hands off him and reached up to grab the pillow behind him, his body arching upwards as his back, his balls began to pull inwards. The slow pressure became worse and worse, the fingers dug in firmly right against the sheath and shrinking cock, kneading and squeezing, pushing until he was arching higher in the air. His hooves scrabbled against the bed and his ears flattened, the sensations growing more and more foreign as the teeth raked all the way up to the tip of his nipples. It hurt and felt good all in one go.

Vanir's head lifted up higher, his brother shifted so he could watch as the fingers pushed upwards and suddenly began to slide along the splitting sheath. His cock was smaller now, barely larger than his thumb and pulling backwards rapidly. The mottled coloring turning darker as the thick mare folds spread open and the finger began to push inwards harder. His balls were drawing in deeper, the pressure growing all the time as his body shifted, his lower belly cramping in protest. His fingers balled up the blanket, pulling them back as he felt the fingers pushing harder and grinding between the thickening lips. The pressure was worse, he closed his eyes and bit his lower lip, nearly hard enough to draw blood as his brother's lips slipped away from his nipple and ran his tongue up playfully.

"Now aren't you happy that you have a brother to take care of you?" Xamir murmured softly, and suddenly the fingers pushed inwards hard enough there was a burst of pressure.

She saw stars as pain and pleasure mingled together, walls that she'd never possessed were being forced open to wrap around the digits that gently pushed in deeper. There was no rush to fill her, just a light stroking back and forth, building up the gentle teasing movements that had her trembling in place. There were nerves she'd never experienced being rubbed by the pad of her older brother's fingers, gently, tenderly, explored with a light touch that sent shudders running down the line of her spine. She tried to pull her lips away from the demanding press on her own, but only felt the fingers pushing in deep, spreading her forcibly open with a slow curl. Xamir's body slipped against her own, keeping her pressed against the bed while she sucked down a breath, letting her cry spill out along the tongue that pushed along her own.

It felt all wrong, the sensations weren't where they should be, instead they were teasing along a passage that rippled and contracted. The movements were outside anything she had ever experienced, the way that she couldn't control them, her own body betraying her as her hips squirmed downwards against the bed. The plump outer lips were wrapped tightly around the thick equine digits while another one began to wedge into her, spreading her wider, coaxing her into reacting. The flat muscled chest pressed against her soft one, catching the smooth silken coat against the stiffened nubs. It wasn't as pleasurable as the feel of the roan colt's tongue had been, but there was something strangely sensual about feeling the stroke of the smooth strawberry coat. Xamir's other hand slipped down and gripped her upper leg, pulling it upwards slowly, pushing the knee towards her belly so she stifled a short protest as her folds were entirely exposed.

"Come on now, little sister..." Xamir murmured against her lips. "Don't you want to know what a mare truly wants? What she craves? You aren't learning it anywhere else..."

"Th-that's not fair! This isn't teaching me anything!" She snapped out, her ears burning a deep hot red, her cheeks flushed beneath her dappled coat. "Get off!"

"You are learning, now you'll be able to learn exactly what a mare wants and know what it feels like. What better education could you want?" He leaned down and licked along the newly made mare's bottom lip, making Vanir duck her head, flustered, humiliated, horrified by the way that her body shuddered as the fingers pushed forward.

The slip of the digits that ran inwards, began to push out a hint of slickness along the edges, arousal clinging to the digits that pulled backwards and slipped along her outer lips. The dark mare folds flexed as she felt the fingers pushing deeper into her body, forcing some of the slickness from her as she squirmed against him. Xamir's other hand kept a firm grip along her leg, holding it up so that he could caress in and out slowly, drawing a whimper from her throat. Her heart was pounding, humiliated and embarrassed by the way that she was reacting to her brother.... again. Except this time there was no attempt to make her feel masculine, it was all about drawing the feminine cries past her lips as each push forward began to plunge the thick digits ever deeper until her hips were arching upwards in reaction.

"Foreplay, little sister, women enjoy it. Your fingers.." The flickering fingers curled right up against her g-spot so that her inner walls contracted tightly. "Your lips..." He kissed along her upper chest lightly, the warm breath spilled outwards. "And most especially your tongue, pretty mare."

"Damn it! That isn't fair!" She tried jerking upwards, but the fingers slipped from her slickly, moving up to push against her shoulder to keep her down. "Hey!"

"Oh hush, if you're not going to learn, you might as well stay this way, you know." Xamir's voice was teasing, but just serious enough that the pony bit her lower lip.

The soft equine lips worked down her belly, playfully running his tongue just between the rise of her soft breasts and trailed downwards. The teeth gave the lightest touches, running along the edge of the plush mounds and working towards the sweep of her soft belly. She glared down at her brother, trying to ignore the fluttering sensations the touches caused as he seemed to find every sensitive sweep of hide to work his teeth over, his tongue a warm slick trail that moved towards her naval. The bright blue eyes rolled up to watch her as the tongue worked towards the sweep of her loins. The moist breath tickled out before a broad pink tongue ran outwards and worked down towards the dark mare folds. She squirmed back on the bed, almost edging away when her brother's hands grabbed her legs and pulled her back towards him.

He didn't give her a chance to voice another protest, his tongue pushed down between the dark outer folds and worked upwards, running a slippery trail of saliva over her outer lips. It was so soft and warm feeling as the tongue tip worked upwards to sweep right along the tip of her clit. His teeth ran lightly over the edges, alternating with his tongue to work in rolling circles that made her bite back a yelp of shock. Her cock had always been sensitive, hell, she'd spent enough time with her hand to know that, but in the absence of the shaft she had all those sensitive compact nerves situated in a small area that he was working over. The slickness was gathered up on the tip of his tongue, escaping to blatantly show her arousal while Xamir pushed downwards and ran his tongue right along the newly formed passage. His fingers pulled her legs up, forcing them along his shoulders so her ass was lifted from the bed.

He kissed her, just like he'd forced his muzzle against her own, his tongue plunged into her maw with a curling flickering movement that had her twisting in place. The tongue tip rolled and rubbed, curled and twisted, scooping out the taste of her arousal and trying to push ever deeper. The muscles rippled and contracted, every squeeze and clutching movement helping to send tremors running over her muscles. Her fingers balled up the blankets, digging in to the point that she was nearly pulling back the sheets as well. Her muscles tensed and relaxed, every shudder that ran along the line of her spine coaxed her into arching upwards, pushing into her brother's muzzle while his fingers gripped tightly along her hips. The grip bit down bruisingly hard as her ears fell back against her head, nostrils flaring wide with each gulping breath.

Slowly, oh so slowly, Xamir pulled his lips backwards, sliding his tongue out with a smooth stroking motion that drew a short whimper out of her. She squeezed her eyes shut, unable to keep out the sensation of the so soft tongue pulling free to trail up along the quivering plump lips. She could feel how wet she was, saliva and her own juices clinging to her, clinging to the dark roan muzzle that rubbed along her inner thighs playfully. The flat teeth nibbled this way and that, making her jerk and struggle to pull her legs free from him. This was so wrong, her body wanting to be touched like this, trying to stop herself from arching up in silent plea for the tongue to return to her needy cunny.

"You know, you make quite a lovely little filly..." Xamir grinned a little while his fingers trailed up and ran along her outer lips. "You sure you were supposed to be a boy."

"Shut up!" Vanir snapped out, the heat making her almost dizzy as the flush rose to her cheeks. "Will you just stop that!"

"Sssshhh now, I'm teaching you, that's what a mare wants to feel when you are with her. She wants you to use your tongue for more than just horrible pick up lines." The fingers ran up along her hips as the roan colt lightly flicked his tongue out again, trailing along her inner thigh. "She wants you to make her burn with need, like you are, until she's slippery slick and the taste of her is coated on your muzzle."

"Fine! Alright! I get it--Ahhh!" Vanir's words stopped as a damp finger pushed inwards, spreading the walls open again so that she clutched around his finger, feeling it pumping lightly in and out. "I get it, okay!!"

"Not yet, you don't." Xamir grinned playfully, licking right along her dimpled naval. "You're barely even paying attention."

"I...nnnf... I would if you stopped that!" She tried to writhe away, only to be dragged back as her brother loomed over her, his hand still working her, making her impale herself with each little curl of the fingers that brought her hips up.

"No, you're going to learn what it feels like, that way you know what to do. Certainly you wouldn't be able to just learn through being shown." Xamir chided gently, freeing one of his hands to reach down, peeling off his loose shirt. "Maybe it'll actually stick."

Vanir splayed her ears to either side, her eyes locked as the strawberry roan body was revealed as the shirt was peeled off. His chest was broad, just as muscled as it had always been, taking more after his horse father than their shared mother, a source of jealousy as they had grown up. Now it was a source of arousal as her body reacted, the warm scent of male teased her nose as the shirt was tossed to one side. She wanted to see more, she knew what was there, she'd seen it before, but there was still the tense anticipation that was growing as her brother's hand moved down a bit lower. His fingers trailed towards the curve of his lower belly, caressing in circles as the dark blue eyes lifted to watch Vanir's reaction. She hated that she couldn't hide the reactions of her body as the finger slowly pulled backwards, running out with a stroke right along the sensitive patch just inside of her passage.

"Come now, little sister, surely you can find something to do with those hands." His voice was deep and teasing, mocking her with what she was looking at.

"You can't be serious!" She snapped out and tucked her head a little bit. Her cheeks were burning with embarrassment. "I'm not going to do that."

"Why not? You'll be able to know what a mare wants just because you can feel what they want, you know what they're eager for.." His brother's voice deepened, a warm rumbling murmur that teased into her ears seductively. "Just imagine what you will be able to do knowing every part of a mares body because you've been in one."

The fingers moved higher and reached up to cup one of her breasts, the fingers squeezed lightly and ran along the tips of her nipple. It felt so good, he felt good, the warmth of his body pressed against her, the rich musky scent of him flooding her senses. Her fingers twitched, almost going towards his loins, she wanted to feel him, see him. She withheld the urge as he pressed against her, pushing her against the bed and ran his muzzle right along the line of her neck and shoulder. His teeth nipped out, not a light swift touch, but a sudden grip of the blunt square teeth that clamped down roughly right near the curve of her neck and shoulder. She let out a short squeal of shock, he was gripping right above the collar, clenching down with a possessive hold, one that had nothing to do with being siblings or even two 'males', but everything to do with being a stallion with a mare.

It was rough and possessive, demanding and rough, the fingers that gripped her, caressed her and ran along every curve. It was a trigger, a sensory overload that made her writhe back against the covers and move her hands downwards. She wanted to touch him, the need rising up as he kept his grip on her pushed a bit more forcefully against her neck. The tightness of the grip made her back bow as she moved her hand down to the buttons on the shorts. The moment she caught the edges and tugged, he spilled out, as if there was so much pressure that he couldn't possible remain in his pants. His cock spilled out against the back of her fingers as the girth hung down heavy and she was left struggling to open up the shorts while her brother let out a groan.

He began to work his fingers around her breasts, kneading and caressing, the light strokes worked to draw little whimpers from her throat. The teeth released her neck as he shifted his hips upwards, letting the mottled thick cock drape down along the curve of her belly as the shorts spread open all the way and she helped push them down lower. He was growing harder, still just enough softness that he swayed back and forth, but rapidly spreading open as the wrinkles along the medial ring smoothed out. She stroked her fingers over him, the harsh male scent was growing heavier on the air, being sucked down with each and every breath. One of the hands on her breasts moved and reached down to push at his shorts helping them slip down over his ass cheeks, while something hot and slimy oozed down in a puddle along her belly.

The precum was syrupy as it ran down along the edges of her belly and trailed right along the dimple of her naval and trailed out along the edges, marking her. The fingers returned to her breast, teasing her, squeezing as the hips gave a sudden little buck forward, pushing the length of his cock right along the line of her belly and towards the plush fullness of her breasts. She arched her back writhing in place while the weight of the dark orbs tumbled down and bumped right against her glistening folds. She tried to feel alarmed, panicked, anything, but every time she did he found away to chase the thought away. He caught her nipple between thumb and forefinger and rolled them firmly, pulling and squeezing, or he would give a rocking thrust forward that pushed the balls right up against her plush cunny. Vanir's breathing came out in short trembling gasps, her mind fogging over so she couldn't think straight.

"That's right, you know what you want, I can smell it." He reached down with his nose to snuff playfully at her, flicking his tongue out to run along the edge of the soft curved neck. "You want me to take you, don't you? You want me to fuck you."

"Th-that's not fair." Vanir stammered and then let out a short noise as the hips drew backwards, the hard inches of her brother's cock drew right along her overly sensitive folds.

"You keep saying that, but you keep getting wetter and wetter. This is the state you want to put a filly in, until she's no longer thinking about anything except you." Xamir's lips moved up and brushed right up along the line of her own, teasing her as the cock rubbed right along the line of the soft folds, oozing thick precum over her, marking her. "Until she's not even thinking about trying to get a condom on you, of safety.. she just wants you inside of her."

"P-please..." Vanir shuddered in place as she felt the cock tip grind right up against her soft outer folds, rubbing along her lightly, pushing forward just enough that he pushed right over her clit.

"That's right, you know what your body wants." The stallion snorted hotly, reaching a hand down to force her grey dappled legs and forced it around the curve of his hip. She tried to pull it down, but she didn't want to get away, she didn't want to stop him, it felt so good to feel the broad dark tip grinding against her, rubbing and pushing against her outer folds.

There was no warning, no way to brace herself as his slow rolling pushes barely changed before his hips suddenly drove forward with a forceful buck that made the cock bow as the tip began to force her open. Vanir squealed out in shock as her outer lips were stretched open, far wider than the tongue or digits had managed, she was splayed almost too wide as her brother arched above her and let out a groaning cry. A thick splatter of precum erupted into her passage, it was flung in deep in a warm splatter that made her muscles contract as inch by inch the mottled spire began to wedge through her. Her cunny lips were splayed open into an obscene O while the tip began to push forward in a rush of pressure and pain mingled with pleasure.

The rippling inner walls began to squeeze and pull, the clutching movements were totally out of her control, her cries were suddenly blocked out as her brother's lips pushed down against her own. The roan colt groaned against her muzzle as he gave another rough buck forward and forced a few more thick inches into her passage and spread her open. Her muscles continued to open and close, she squeezed and pulled as her hips were pushed up in the air by the force of the stallion driving forward. He began to work in short shallow bucks, each one wedging his cock inwards with short rocking drives, making the muscles adjust until the medial ring sank in with a wet popping sound that made her jerk her back upwards as the ridge pushed right up along the sensitive ridge of her g-spot.

Without thinking, Vanir moved her arms around her brother, her fingers digging in while his tongue plunged into her mouth. He stroked and pushed forward, a final driving buck sent the balls clapping up right along the line of her ass cheeks and the sheath wedged along her outer lips. The ache and pain of being splayed open faded into a pleasurable ache in the background, the feel of the hard line of the cock rubbing through her passage with each twitch of the hips that caressed through her and pushed out some of the slickness from her passage. Her walls contracted tightly, suckling around the cock as the oozing precum spilled along the line of her cervix and was pushed outwards before Xamir dragged his hips back, inch by slimy inch was pulled from her, making her stifle a cry.

He rumbled down against her muzzle, a deep throaty noise as his tongue twisted around her own and the medial ring pulled out with a hot popping noise. Strands of a mix of precum and her arousal clung to his girth before he nearly dragged his cock all the way out of her, the next thrust forward rocked the bed beneath her and this time he didn't pause. His hands gripped her hips, tightening and relaxing as he drove into her with powerful driving thrusts, working through her rippling passage as she tried to remember just why she had objected to all of this. She knew she had, she knew she wasn't really a filly, but her body was pounding with a need that pushed past her protests as the medial ring popped in and out of her wetly. The hot oozing precum was smeared through her, marking her with the male scent, being pushed inwards by the sheer thickness of the tip.

Her muscles clung around him, squeezing and pulling as every stroke pushed over parts of her body that had her bucking beneath him. She pulled her lips away from his, crying out raggedly, only to have her brother reach down to grip her neck in strong blunt teeth. He bit her to mark her, bruising and gripping while he hammered in and out rapidly, not even trying to hold himself back as the balls clapped against her ass cheeks time and again. She writhed under him, squirming in place as she let out a short noise in her throat, her ears pinning back flat. Everything felt swollen and sensitive, every brush of the warm body above her own, even the grip of the teeth added to the pleasure that was pounding through her. She couldn't stop, she couldn't think, nothing mattered, nothing at all except what she was feeling beneath her older brother.

Vanir let out a shrill squeal of pleasure, her body arched up beneath him, trembling in place, quivering as the first rush of her orgasm spilled over her. Her walls began to clamp down tightly, pulling and suckling around the stallions cock greedily, milking along his length with each and every pulse. Her own humiliating wetness squelched out around him as the roan colt hammered into her harder and faster, his balls clapping loudly against her ass. He pinned her in place, she couldn't move, couldn't think, could only shudder as every roll of pleasure hit through her, her body bucked and gave little jerks upwards against him while he groaned out against her neck. His teeth bit down harder, pulling while the tip of his cock began to flare out inside of her.

Vanir tried to tell him to pull out, she felt a cold tendril of fear through her pleasure, she had no idea what would happen if he came inside of her while she was changed. The words never came, not when his cock hammered forward and drove right up against her cervix, the full flared tip meshed with the spongy barrier while the urethra jutted forward and ground right up against the tender opening. The balls began to pull up, pulsing and heaving as the powerful weight kept her pinned down in place as the first ribbon of cum erupted from his tip and was flung hard against her passage. The heavy oozing ropes were hitting hard and deep while she squirmed in place, her quivering palls clutching around him as she let out a muffled nose in her throat.

It was hot, so feverishly warm as it smeared over her vulnerable cervix, she could see it flooding in deeper as the thickness of the cock started to give little jerking thrusts inside of her. There were lewd squelching noises as the smearing wetness was pushed out by the sheer size of him, rivulets of oozing white seed spilled along the curve of her ass while her brother snorted against her neck. Slowly, his teeth released her aching hide, his tongue flicked out with a slow roll, trailing upwards as his heaving chest rested against her breasts. Her cheeks burned hotly, flushed and humiliated as she felt her inner walls still contracting, still milking every last dribble of sperm rich seed into her body.

"Mmmph, damn, Mom cheated me givin' me a little brother." Xamir grinned down at him, purposefully grinding his hips forward with a lewd noise of wetness being forced out.

"HEY!" Vanir shrilled out, her ears flattening down, hating that she had to bite back a moan as the shaft rubbed through her back and forth mockingly.

"Aww don't worry, you'll turn back soon enough, hell, it's not like I put a foal in you." There was a wicked grin on his older brother's muzzle. "of course, if you fuck up with the next girl, I might just make sure the next time you end up nice and swollen."

"And h-how am I gonna get a girl?" Vanir snapped out, feeling the cock softening inside of her, dragging backwards inch by slippery inch. "I-It's not like I've e-ever gotten them this far."

"Aww don't worry, squirt." With a groan Xamir pulled his hips back, dragging his cock out with a lewd sound, spilling a hot rush of seed from her body and onto the bed. "I happen to know a nice mare that has a fetish about brothers. Hopefully you'll be able to at least manage that."

Vanir flushed hotly, squirming back as the cock pushed up, smeared over with cum and her own arousal, and ran right along her lower belly and left a sticky trail. Her brother leaned back and reached down to grip the base of his cock, lifting his brow a little with a little smile playing on his features.

"For now, we've got at least another hour of you being... teachable. So come here, little sister, let's put that muzzle to better use than complaining and then... maybe we'll see if we can teach you about a more interesting position."