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Kierlan stood in the middle of his bedroom with his entire body trembling as he felt broad thick fingers trailing along the edge of his hybrid shaft. The pads of the fingers moved up to gently run along the glans until he felt the barbs being raised upwards before smoothed down again. He wanted to pull back from his brother's tender touch, he wanted to stammer an excuse to move away from it. He felt vaguely ashamed at how much he'd revealed to Richter. The fact that the large colt hadn't turned away meant something, but he still felt uncomfortable that his secret was out. He stared down at his crimson length as it started to thicken out under the touches and the girth expanded dramatically. He wasn't small in any way shape or form, the fact that the base was crowned with a knot made it a bit more than just impressive.

"It's okay, Kier," Richter murmured and gave a soft kiss right against the curve of his neck. "Haven't you ever had anyone do this for you? Touch you?"

Kierlan swallowed and let out a guttural noise as he felt the fingers spread open and wrap around the base of his knot so that he arched his back up into the touch. The very tip of him let out a bead of precum while he panted softly to himself. His tail lashed back and forth while the palm slipped beneath the heaviness of his cock and gave a squeeze around the very base of his cock. He had to stammer to try and get anything out around the trembling desire to buck into the touch.

"N-no, I've never had anyone.." Kierlan whimpered as the fingers moved up to wrap around his barbed tip and his legs trembled slightly. "I didn't want to show anyone what was wrong with me."

"Wrong with you?!" Richter snorted hotly as his free hand wrapped around his back and pulled him in close. "Kierlan, nothing is wrong with you. You are beautiful, handsome, and completely unique. Why would you ever think you were wrong?"

Kierlan swallowed and a memory came to his mind unbidden, a memory he tried to shove away as much as he could because it made him want to cry or crawl under a hole. He lowered his head while the fingers gently pulled over his shaft. The flesh thickened out and engorged as the swollen state added a few more inches to the size of him. Not just in girth, but in length as well. He felt weak kneed, but even the touch didn't stop the wavering that changed the desire into humiliation. He flattened his ears down against his head.

"I showed one person." He kept his voice flat, but Richter didn't try to interrupt or ask who. He just continued to feather light touches and smoother strokes while his hand cupped the small of the lion's back. "It was Mick, the fox at school. W-we were kinda an item for a little bit."

"I remember." Richter's tone was deep. So deep it was nearly a purr as the stallion's muzzle rubbed against the curve of his neck. "He used to come over a lot."

"Y-yeah, one night we were kinda fooling around, and he wanted to do a little more." Kierlan paused as his cheeks darkened with his remembered embarrassment. "I didn't really mind, it was... a while ago. I knew I was different, but not so different at least. But Mick managed to pull my boxers down and I was already worked up."

He stopped and felt the colt's fingers working in a gentle circle around his knot and gave a slight squeeze that sent a tremor running through him. He swallowed before he could continue. "He didn't want to touch me after he saw. He said that I wasn't built right and that I was too big. He s-said that there was no way he was going to let me mount him."

Kierlan's words stopped as he choked up slightly and moved a paw up to press against Richter's chest while he tried to pull back. Mick had stared at him for a full minute and had said quite a few things. Many of them had been hurtful and sharp edged while he had been trying to cover himself up. He'd never felt so bad as he had then, especially when Mick had told him that he'd never find a guy willing to let him near them with his hybrid's shaft. The size, the knot, the barbs all of it wasn't supposed to be mixed up like that. His knot hadn't even been swollen fully and the fox had been adamant that he had no interest in being split in two.

The lion had offered to be on the bottom, but the fox had lost his mood. He'd nearly begged, it wasn't that he had been aroused at that point, but he didn't want to be a freak. Mick had ended up leaving and told him that he'd have better luck trying to find another hybrid like him. It had been hurtful and the sharp nasty comments had made him never want to open himself up again. Mick was considered a bit of a friendly slut at school and if the fox wouldn't touch him, who would?

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Richter felt red rage well up inside of him as he watched Kierlan turn his head away and felt the thickened cock start to lose the hardness that it had developed. The pained humiliation was still evident in his voice and the way he held his body. The colt wanted to do nothing more then walk out of the room, grab his jacket and go beat the fox into a locker for putting that hurt in his brother's eyes. He had to stop himself from letting out a low growl, and to keep his hand maintaining the same gentle touch that he had been using before. It explained so much, especially how Mick had stopped coming around the house or talking to Kierlan. And the way the lion had promptly stopped talking about the fox and began to avoid him by throwing himself into his art work.

"Kierlan! Don't you EVER listen to him, listen to anyone who says such things." Richter said, and had to struggle to keep the edge of a growl out of his voice. "He's nothing and what he says means nothing. Nothing at all!"

The young stallion moved his hand to wrap his broad fingers around the thickest portion of the knot. Even unswollen it was still thicker then he expected it to be, but that didn't stop him from massaging up and down along it. He pulled around it and pushed downwards to stroke right along the edge of the sheath. He watched as Kierlan kept his eyes averted, despite the fact his body was trembling under the constant stimulation. He tried to find something to say that would help take the look of hurt from his face. He'd do anything to be able to draw him into a smile and he'd do anything to have Mick right there to put him in his place. The thought of the fox, though, made him remember a small bit of talk that had been floating through the locker room.

"Kier, he didn't say that because you're deformed or strange or anything else." Richter murmured and nuzzled into the thickness of the mane. "Mick is always sleeping around with cats, and you know why?"

"I dunno, he likes barbs?" Kierlan's voice was slightly rough and Richter slipped his hand free of the cock to catch the edge of his brother's shirt and pull it upwards.

"No, he does it because cats are normally pretty small in that area. Foxes aren't much better, but they are bigger than most felines." The colt gave a small smile as he pulled the shirt a bit more firmly to slide right over the broad chest and tugged it up and over the maned head. "He hates being so small so he tries to make himself feel better by sleeping with guys who aren't hung better. He was probably pissed off to find out that even a lion was better hung then him."

"Yeah?" Kierlan lifted his ears up as he gave his mane a shake to settle it. The hope in his eyes faltered. "Or else he was right and I'm a freak who'll never have a guy."

"That's wrong and you know it! I'll bet you're an incredible lover and any guy would fall all over themselves just to have you for a single night." Richter tossed the shirt to one side. He grinned a little bit and gestured at himself. "Hell, look at me just seeing you and touching you?"

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Kierlan felt his hopes rise as Richter talked. He hadn't even hoped that he'd be reassured. He'd half expected Richter to get serious and tell him that the fox was likely right and that even if he found someone he'd be on the bottom and be content with hand jobs. Even that would have been some comfort, but his brother seemed incredibly serious that he was truly desirable. When he followed the hands gesturing downwards he felt a flush rising to his features. It was so hot that he could feel his heart beat pounding in his ears.

Richter's boxers were awkwardly stretched out as the shaft was trapped beneath the material and the shape of it dropped down against the right curve of the thigh. The only reason it wasn't straight and hard was the fact the colt was still wearing his pants. It made him suck in a breath and swallow around a dry tongue. He didn't even think when his paw moved down to press against the fabric and felt the heavy swollen flesh flexing in response. Richter let out a shallow groan and his hips rolled forward as the dark muzzle brushed right up against the curve of his cheek. The muscled large body pressed in closer until his own cock was rubbing against the boxers.

"Let me prove how serious I am and how wonderful you are.." Richter whispered in his ear as the large dark hands cupped against the side of his hips. "Let me show you what you mean to me."

"Rich..." Kierlan faltered as he felt the shaft flexing against him again. He swallowed the protest as the stallion pulled back.

"Don't let anyone make you feel like a freak, Kierlan." The look was serious, despite the fact he could feel the stallion's body shaking with suppressed desire. "Your first time should be filled with love and joy, not with fear and embarrassment. Let me give you the first time you should have had."

"But... Richter, you're m-my brother." He stumbled over the words, and Richter let out a snorting chuckle.

"I'm your brother, who better to show you how wonderful you really are." The stallion murmured as the large muzzle pressed in for a soft lingering kiss. "You can say no if you want to, Kierlan, and we'll never talk about this again if you want..."

The lion swallowed and stared at his brother as he wrestled with his own stimulated body and his mind. The hands were so gentle against the curve of his hips, the eyes expressive and sincere. This was nothing like his first attempt with Mick. Richter wasn't treating him as if he were some sort of freak. He wasn't forcing himself to do this, he wanted to . He was eager to. Richter was his brother, but looking into his eyes and feeling his eager body he didn't want to say no. He couldn't say no.

"Yes, I want this.." Kierlan whispered softly and was rewarded with a sudden smile that curled the young stallion's lips. He leaned forward to kiss his brother with no regrets in his heart.

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Richter's body was shaking with carefully controlled desire. He was worked up and wanted to do what he had always done, but the shyness of his younger brother coaxed him into a gentle patience he had never experienced before. He kissed his brother deeply and thoroughly for a moment before he pulled back and grinned as he dropped his hands down to his own boxers. He wasn't a small male and he knew it, he was bigger than his brother when it came to length, though he suspected that the lion had him beat on girth. He flared his nostrils slightly as he thought about what he was going to do, but it wasn't with fear, it was with anticipation.

He pulled his boxers down carefully so that his dark length spilled free to hang heavy and full along his thighs. He let out a sigh of relief as the material no longer clung to the tip as he wriggled them downwards. He had to bend over to peel them over his upper legs and that put him in a position to lean his head forward to brush his lips against the tip of the dark crimson girth. He could feel his thickened glans flex as his stomach muscles tensed up to draw it in curve in the air. The weight of his cock tip kept it from standing straight in the air, instead it rested in a curve unless he truly flexed for it to slap up against his chest. He couldn't stop a slight slap as he ran his lips over the barbed tip and drew his tongue over it in a swift wet line.

Kierlan moaned out and trembled above him while he swallowed slowly just beneath the tapered tip and let it rub right along the broadness of his tongue. A dribble of precum leaked out as he worked his lips forward to take a few inches of the broad girth into his muzzle. He spread his slick saliva over the tip as he rolled his tongue back and forth. The lion's hips trembled as he did so and finally gave a push that edged a few more inches into his long muzzle. He worked over the cock tip until it was slippery and glistened with his saliva before he pulled backwards. The barbs caught against his tongue and teased against the roof of his mouth as he pulled back. The tip popped free slippery and slick while he licked his lips.

"The key is in enough lubricant." He teased as he stood up before stopping when he felt a tawny paw wrap right around his smooth heavy girth.

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Kierlan tried to control himself, but he nearly lost it when he felt the hot muzzle wrapping around his cock tip. There was nothing that could possibly be compared to the feel of his own paw. It was hot and slippery as the lips pushed upwards and the tongue pushed just beneath his tip. It took him a few moments to keep himself in check as he felt himself starting to jerk forward in an attempt to thrust into that slick slippery heat. The colt's thick lips pulls and worked upwards to press just beneath the tapered tip and teased over the barbs. He thought he was going to embarrass himself by being cumming just from that hot muzzle, but he was able to stop himself with a final shiver. As the lips pulled back he took a step back and tried to catch his rapid breath.

"Lubrication?" He stammered slightly as the muscled dark form stood up. He looked into his brother's eyes and felt a moment's shyness as the red mane fell over the expressive heat filled eyes.

"I would hardly prove that you're truly desirable if I simply tupped you over." Richter reached out to take his hand and gave him a pull forward. "Besides... I'd love to know what your knot will feel like along with those barbs."

Kierlan opened his mouth to protest, or say something, anything, but nothing came out. His ears flushed at the casual suggestion his brother gave him, but the embarrassed pleasure was lost in the feel of his shaft hard and full against his belly. He wanted to feel his brother, he wanted to be able to finally say he knew what it felt like to be with someone else. Richter pulled him closer to the bed with a teasing stroke along the edges of his dark red tip until the colt could settle down on the edge. The lion didn't struggle or fight the pull that drew him down as Richter laid back on the soft covers. His paler tawny form pressed down over the dark chest as his shaft slipped up and brushed the far larger equine shaft with his very tip. He could feel the slippery precum drooling out to smear over his brother while his chest pressed against the brothers.

The lion felt shy, embarrassed, eager, and frustrated as the warm weight rested beneath him and he could feel his furred orbs bumping up against the other male's. He gave his hips a firm grind forward that sent his tip rubbing up and down against the heavy length. His barbs tugged lightly against it while the colt rolled his hips up a bit more firmly. The very tip of that blunt glans rubbed against his upper chest so he moved his paw down to wrap around it. His hips trembled a little as he pulled his haunches backwards and trailed lower and lower. He glanced up to watch Richter, but the colt had his head leaned back as his paw massaged around the broad glans. It was so large that he had to spread his fingers open wide to squeeze it. A hot dollop of precum welled out to smear along the palm of his hand so that he could rub back and forth. He spread it lower in a syrupy spread while much of it clung between his fingers.

The lion drew backwards and started to come to the point that his tip teased over the heavy equine balls and he hesitated. He arched his belly up to look down at his strangely formed shaft, from the barbed tip all the way down to the half swollen knot at the base. He might have drawn back entirely, but a large hand moved to wrap around his base. He let out a sharp cry in reaction, but he wasn't given a chance to protest his brother's touch. The hold gently guided the tip right behind the balls and lower. He could feel the pucker pressed right up against his tip so he started to shiver. The silken ring kissed firmly against him while the paw he had been using to stroke over the equine cock froze.

Instinct drove him forward, instinct and the feel of his body aching with need. He wanted this! He wanted his brother and the feel of being so close sent him over the edge. His hips tensed up and Kierlan let out a feral groan as he pushed forward and edged the passage open. The slick saliva from his brother and his own precum helped ease him in as he whimpered. The silken walls clamped down tightly around him; almost too tightly. It was almost painful as he started to push and grind upwards to the sound of Richter's whickering cry. The dark hips rolled up to greet him as he felt the muscles pulling him deeper. His tawny chest pressed down until the equine cock rested in a line along his chest and belly and gave himself over to losing his virginity. He didn't even care that it was his brother.

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Richter swallowed a moan as he felt the crimson shaft plunging inside of him. His walls were straining open wider and wider as his brother pushed inside of him. At first it was easy to let the tapered tip slide inside of him. The tip, though, soon grew thicker and thicker as the inches started to slip inside of him. By the time he reached the thickest point the young stallion had to fight to keep himself relaxed. He swallowed a curse when Kierlan's hips bucked and nearly half the hybrid's cock was sheathed inside of him. He wasn't often in the position of receiving, and this was most assuredly the largest he'd ever taken. It made his walls quiver and flex as something slippery drooled inside of him.

"Oh god, Kierlan!" He squealed the words out as the lion's hips pulled back and the barbs flared open inside of his passage. They seemed to find the most sensitive parts of his body to caress. His cock pulsed against his chest as he lifted his hips higher in the air and moved one leg to wrap around the lion's waist as his brother stopped.

"I'm-" The words were barely out of the lion's mouth when Richter clenched his passage tightly around the stilled shaft.

"If you stop now I'm going to-" He let the threat trail off into a growl as Kierlan's worried face turned into a mask of relief. His eyes widened a little and there was a hint of a smile.

The lion didn't stop, but thrust forward a bit more firmly. The barbs smoothed down as the tip plunged inside of him and his walls yawned open in a tight ring. The slippery spill of precum pushed deeper inside of him while he kept his leg firmly holding around the tawny hips. His hands moved up to hold lightly against the muscled shoulders as his brother pulled back in another glorious tug of the barbs that teased through him. The feel made him arch up as his cock pulsed and spilled out a hot gout of precum along his chest. Some of the slippery stuff clung against his brother's as the next thrust rocked him forward again. The movements not adept, not practiced, but what Kierlan lacked in practice he made up for in enthusiasm. An enthusiasm Richter was all too happy to be a part of.

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Kierlan squeezed his eyes shut and stifled a whimper as he felt the heat wrapped around his cock. The muscles were never still, they squeezed and contracted, they shifted and pulled. His cock pulsed in reaction as he thrust forward and pulled back to feel his barbs flaring out. It was like nothing he'd ever felt before and he gave himself over to it in a feral manner. His lips twisted back in a silent snarl as he drove forward and felt the walls straining to let him push in deeper before pulling back again. He lowered his head and muffled his cry against his brother's curved neck as he felt the base of his knot pushing right up against the strained opening before he drew back again. Some of the precum dribbled out around his shaft as his barbs pulled along the rise of the stallion's prostate making the dark his buck upwards beneath him.

He could feel the solid heavy length pressed against his stomach and chest. The stallion's cock tip brushed along the edge of where his mane faded along his chest fur. It was sticky and slippery as precum welled out of the tip almost constantly, but that too was an added pleasure. He moved his paw back up to wrap around the medial ring and felt the powerful hips bucking upwards so that his knot started to wedge itself into the opening. His breath caught in his throat as he nearly sank in entirely into the welcoming heat of his brother, but the hips dropped back down again and he pulled his hips back. The passage tugged around his barbs as he nearly pulled all the way out with a wet slippery sound before driving forward again.

His mane fell forward along his eyes as he thought of nothing but the hot need and desire that was building inside of him. His hand slipped up to wrap around the full heavy equine glans as he groaned out. Richter's hips beneath him rose up to thrust into his paw, but that only helped him as each time they slipped up his cock nearly sank to the hilt. His knot continued to bump up against the strained opening as he stroked and teased his knots through the stallion. His breathing came out in harsh hot pants while he tried to build up his pace into a harder series of thrusts. Each time he thrust forward his knot peeled the taut ring open wider and wider, threatening to let it slip over the swelling base. He'd never felt so wild, so needy.

"Richter.." He groaned out as his free hand moved down to grip his brother's muscled leg and his breathing came out in harsh hot pants.

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Richter flattened his ears down against his head as his hips arched up and dropped down. The barbs were like nothing he'd ever felt. The shape wasn't remotely like that of a lion, instead the unique thickness was able to use them to catch and pull through him. The precum leaked out constantly so that it was easier for Kierlan to go deeper and harder. The swollen base hammered up against his outer lips and threatened to push them in on themselves before pulling back again. All of this was compounded by the broad paw that was wrapped around his achingly sensitive cock. His hips lifted up to thrust into the touch as he snorted out and nestled his muzzle in against the warmth of the thick mane.

The hips continued the wild thrusts as Richter felt the need building up inside of him. His heavy balls pulling up tighter between his legs as he moved his hands down to grip just along the curved golden rump cheeks. He squeezed his fingers in with a low baritone groan as the knot pushed up harder and he was nearly spread open around it before the barbs racked through him again. His breath came out trembling slightly while he moved his hips up in a sharper series of thrusts. His tip started to spread open wider and wider as he heard the lion cry out his name. The steady pull of the knots built up into blind pleasure as his powerful hips bucked harder against his brother. His nostrils flared open wide as his glans nearly doubled in size. The golden paw tried to wrap around it and squeeze.

He lost control with a rough squeal of pleasure as his balls gave a heavy and the first thick gush of seed erupted from his tip. It splashed out in a wave that splattered against his chest then trailed along the lower portion of his brother's chest and belly. He tilted his head back as the golden hips surged against him. The barbs flared out as the knot strained him open almost too wide as it sank inwards. He felt and heard the wet popping noise as Kierlan hilted inside of him. The furred balls pushed up tight against his ass as the gold lion trembled above him. The knot swelled open wider and wider by the moment, forcing him to clamp down around it as they were tied together. The young stallion's body trembled as the barbs tickled so deep inside of him and the first pulse erupted in a white stream of hot sticky seed that rushed into him.

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Kierlan felt the walls clamp down around his swelling knot and nearly felt like collapsing. The powerful muscles were clutching right behind the swollen base so intimately and every inch of his cock was being squeezed and massaged. It was too much! His lips curled back as his fingers clutched around the pulsing shaft. He could feel the thick dollops of cum drooling between his fingers and webbing along his palm, but that sensation was in the back of his mind. The powerful squeezing passage pushed him over the edge as he forgot he was in the house. Forgot that Siber and Grant were there. Forgot everything but feeling himself knotted inside someone for the first time.

He roared out a wild sound as his balls twitched and his knot pulsed as he pushed his hips up firmly against the dark curve of his brother's ass. He felt light headed as the first spill of his cum erupted from his tip in a pulse that splashed deep into the clutching passage. His body trembled slightly while he stifled a soft whimper and gave a grind forward. His balls heaved up over and over again as he sent out fresh waves of cum into the milking passage. The pearly spill spreading around him, but not leaking out as his knot sealed his brother closed. His chest rose and fell while he tried to swallow and catch his breath.

It didn't take long for him to collapse over his brother. He could feel the still flared tip pressed against his belly, as he dropped his head to rest against the heaving dark chest. He could feel the rapid pounding of the heart against his cheek, which made him squirm slightly. The movement stirred the knot and forced him to hold still as he heard Richter groan in reaction. Oh how he wanted to ask, he wanted to ask if he had been alright, he wanted to know if his brother enjoy it. He wanted to know if the stallion liked it. If he wasn't a freak. He couldn't force the words out, he didn't want to disturb the incredible feel of the afterglow.

"Rrrr... wonderful..." The thick voice whispered in his ears as Richter's muscular arms wrapped around him and squeezed. "Absolutely... wonderful..."

Kierlan hid his muzzle against the broad chest, but his lips quirked in a tremulous smile. Wonderful? Him? Really?