The Super Unicorn Brothers
The Super Unicorn Brothers
By Zack Gregson
(This story should only be read by those who are 18 and enjoy the idea of male incest. You have been warned. All characters in this story are copyrighted to their respectful creators, mostly CapCom)
(For those familiar with Breath of Fire III, this story begins somewhere in the beginning, when a young dragon boy has just joined two forest outlaws near the McNeil village a few seasons before.)
The desert does not usually make for a good opening to a story. The weather barely ever changes in a desert with the odd good chance of a monsoon which rarely happened in this desert due to the mountains covering the north, east and south. In the day time, it's bleak, near-lifeless, blazing hot and with barely anything to describe except sand. The sand was soft under one's feet or paws or hooves or claws, warm like a toaster under the ground, which was good at first but later became annoying as the sun mercilessly forced its hot brilliance unto you. It wouldn't be long before you would notice that no one is safe from sand in one's feet.
And then there is night. The blissful kiss of the cold winds which seemed a relief from the heat but then became a biting rasp against your body, like a swift wolf that lunged and slashed with razor cold fangs. Okay, perhaps the desert is not so bad a place to start. Especially this desert for it was not completely barren. In fact, there was a large market town in it. It was practically a city by its size and commerce but since all it held were a bunch of tents and one large stone building, it's a town.
It is known as Genmel. It served as a marketplace for travellers from either Maekyss Gorge in the west or Mount Boumore to the east. Genmel is a place of fortified stone walls that protected the travellers from desert winds. Travellers from all over provided a wide potential of many items from many lands. All kinds of creatures were here, from shady cloaked humpbacked figures that never took off their clothes, to the Manillo traders (a group of fish-like creatures with frills and gills and all) who were famed for their good service and reliability, though not always for customer relations. But that was only the second reason to go to Genmel. The one reason most came to this old ill-built place of ramshackle tents and a range of dealers from the honest to the deceitful, was the colossal stone building. The Arena.
The Arena was where The Contest of Champions took place. Every year it came like a tidal wave to many, a wondrous time for a chance to see real battle between many varying characters. From archers to mages, skilful warriors to lucky novices. Everyone with guts, a death wish, a desperate urge for money or battle, or a self-inflated ego could enter the Arena. Although of course the winner has always been Garr, whenever he entered. It was more when he wasn't there that was more fun, but there was always a few who thought maybe, just maybe, he would not win. They could wave bye-bye to their zenny early, at least. Garr was a guardian from the far east, a large orange beast, rippling with muscles, a purple robe, beak-like face with red cruel horns and a glint of patient weariness in his eye. Or it was perhaps a murderous glance, no one wanted to ask.
He only entered once in a while to keep his battle instincts sharpened. No one knew anything about him. Not even the ones who were closest to him...in terms of mutual interest.
Balio and Sunder. Two punk unicorns who almost everyone hated but they never admitted this since they had connections to many devious sources and they weren't afraid to use force. In fact, everyone who had faced them was either dead or missing. This story shall deal with these two, despite their unpopularity and ruthlessness.
It was nearing the evening of Genmel. The desert sands would soon be cooled down under the baleful eye of the moon that would stare down at the decrepitly deceiving town. The traders were heading to sleep or moving out to travel. The town was almost completely deserted now (no pun intended), and only the insomniacs could stay up. One character was down at the local pub, unable to sleep himself.
Balio sat on a grubby stool at Fahl's pub. The unicorn had a pale greenish-blue Mohawk and a blue body. His tail was the same as his Mohawk hair. He was well built and looked quite powerful, with a few tattoos here and there and the grey sturdy horn out of his forehead that shone with the same grace of an assassin's dagger. He sighed as he gulped down another drink of desert rum, something of a local favourite.
'Well,' said a deep voice in front of him, 'either you're that moody about having no Contest happening for a while, or something else is on your mind.' Balio looked up at the owner of the voice. Fahl, the owner of the pub, was a huge beast that resembled an armadillo. Far more muscled and larger in breadth than the unicorn, he had a darker grey chest with straight long snout. The top of his snout, head and shoulders were not like the greyish hair, but rather a yellow hardened shell-like covering much like an armadillo would have. he wore a blue button coat and red bow tie so as to look at least like a presentable barman.
'Ohh, for once you're sober enough to see other people's problems.' replied Balio harshly, a sneer on his face towards the barkeeper.
'Hey, I'm giving you drinks, you gonna get uppity, then I can throw you out.'
'Okay, okay, keep your shell on.' Balio put up a hand and then put it across his eyes. A headache came to him, not born of drink but of anxiety.
'Mind if I ask what's been happening to ya?' asked Fahl, resting his arms on the bar, looking at his patron with indifference.
'Think I'm gonna cry on your shoulder?'
'That comes with being a barkeeper. In the time I've run this place, I've had sex with five strangers, had marriage proposals from four, being known as a nemesis to about seven and being called their best friend by about 20.'
'At least you got some good pussy.'
'Who said they were female?' Balio cringed slightly. He was generally not one to hear about homosexuals. As long as they kept out of his way, he didn't target them. But it was a handy piece of blackmail when he needed it.
'Always wondered if you were a cocksucker, Fahl.'
'It comes naturally when you're drunk, but the only thing I love sucking is the bottleneck. And besides, do you have to be so choosy in such a dead town? Explains why you got no one to be with-'
'Hey, I have my own worries to deal with!' the unicorn stood up with fists on the bar, staring at Fahl as if trying to gaze him down. It didn't work as Fahl towered over him by a head but nevertheless Balio still kept his gaze straight.
'I know you have problems....stop being so panicky, the drink's kicking in. You're gonna turn into your brother at this rate.'
'Sunder? Heh...little milk foal he is, if it weren't for me, he'd be all alone.'
'Blood's thicker than water.'
'Not the way you sell it.' Balio got a refill of desert rum and he half drunk it, his eyes becoming misty as boredom began probing through his mind like a blind man with a stick. He could feel memories kicking in as the alcohol seeped into his system. He felt the night weigh down on him and he got up to head to bed.
'Well, time fer some shut eye, I think.' he said to no one in particular. Fahl looked at the back of the unicorn who walked out of the pub to his own bed at the Arena.
'Have sweet dreams, Balio.'
'Sure....I hope they drown in the drink.' Fahl chuckled to himself at hearing Balio's remark. Despite the unicorn being one arrogant asshole with a mind set for extortion, assassination and blackmail, and a body rigged for murder and robbery, he liked him as a bar patron who paid well. And also being one of the more interesting regulars. It's boring being a barkeeper sometimes. Sometimes you wish for a fight. He knelt below the bar and grabbed a bottle of illicit whisky he got a few months back.
'Here's to the pricks who keep me running.' He toasted with a glass and gulped it down, beginning his drunken road to alcoholism once again, in a casual stride.
As Balio got to his bed inside the Arena, which he and his brother now unofficially owned for their underground illicit purposes, he saw his brother Sunder lying in the bed next to his own. His brother was just like him in terms of build, height and appearance, along with having a similar horn from his forehead. He had a different colour of vibrant green Mohawk hair and brown skin, along with being more nervous and reckless, as opposed to Balio, who was more cooler and thoughtful. He looked at his younger brother with a slight smile and went to his own bed. The room was entirely stone and warmed by sconces of torches lining the walls. The rug in front of their beds was an oval thing that they both kept from their past from their old home. It was decorated with a few unicorns galloping through colours of orange, purple, blue, green and red. They also had a fireplace set right into the wall to the right of Balio's bed but it wasn't alight, the ashes piled inside the furnace. There was a window opposite of where the fireplace was, closer to Sunder's bed. The sky was a dark blue and the moon was out of sight from the window.
Balio undressed himself, placing his clothes on the bed post, and soon slept. But not easily.
He was at the window of the same room he slept in. The moon was casting its ray of lunar light which shafted through the night darkness into their room, lighting up the unicorn's face. Standing in front of him, also illuminated by the pale moonlight, was his brother Sunder. They held each other's hands tightly, as if in fear or perhaps expectation. Their heads leaned closer to each other, they could soon feel each other's breaths on their lips. Soon their muzzles made contact and for the first time ever for either of them, they had their first kiss...
Balio awoke from his dream in a flurry. Panting lightly with crumpled sheets in his hands, he squinted his eyes in the recent wake from sleep, the crusty feel of the awakening from sleep when you feel your eyes are full of dirt. he rubbed his eyes wearily and sighed to himself, half sat up in his bed. Dammit, he thought, I'm having that fucking dream again. I mean, it's just gross. If I have that dream again, I'm gonna beat my own head in. . .who'd wanna kiss my brother, the sad twitchy punk he is. And why of all people, me?
He looked over at his brother, facing him but still asleep, lightly whinnying from an obviously good dream. It was morning now, as the brightness of the room and the sky outside the window had told the awake unicorn. He got up out of his bed, naked and semi-erect and thunderously kicked Sunder's bed, partly because he had to, and partly because he was jealous Sunder got a good dream instead of him.
'Wake up!' With a surprised neigh, Sunder fell out of the bed on his front, tail flopped over his back. He looked up at his older brother above him.
'Woah...uhh, mornin' bro. What's happening?'
'We're awake, that's what's happening. No time for dreams today.'
'Dreams...ohh I had a cool dream, bro. We were fighting this dragon baby and we totally kicked its green ass. D'you have any dreams?'
'NO....' Balio's stern reply was slightly offsetting but he shook his head and sighed. 'Never mind, bro. Look, today's a busy day so come on, we have to meet the boss. Remember?'
'Ohh maaan...he's here today?' Sunder got up and sat back on the bed, which creaked slightly, his classic expression of anxiety on him, as if he was a boy who forgot about a school exam. He also slept naked and his cock was completely flaccid. He gripped his head in both hands and scrunched up his face, as if he just heard someone scream in his ear. This was his classic "I'm pissed off/I'm panicking/I'm too damn confused" expression.
'Yeah, and I don't want you complaining when we're there. You know what he does to whiners.' A nervous nod from Sunder confirmed that.
'Hey, we gonna wash ourselves first?' asked the younger unicorn, moving an arm up and taking a sniff of his armpit. He hadn't washed in about three days.
'Don't want the boss beating you down with your stink, so yes. We can do it at Maekyss Gorge. Come on, get dressed.' Balio went over to put his clothes on, trying to not think of the dream he had. If he did, it would be harder dealing with his brother than it was already. All in all, he didn't deal with love or friendship, in any of its forms.
Balio and Sunder, despite their constant arguments towards each other and their contrasting attitudes, were essentially a very good team due to them both being with each other for the rest of their lives. Balio was 30 years old and Sunder was about 26 years old. They could not remember much of their childhood and certainly nothing of their parents or family. In fact, many wondered where they even came from, but those questions were silenced by a quick lightning kick to the face. But they knew each other longer than anyone else did. They were found together all alone, Balio was 6 and Sunder was 2, sheltering in an abandoned house. A gang of thieves had taken pity on them and took them in as part of the family but they soon outgrew the small pickpocketing business, wanting bigger and better things in the gloriously seedy underworld they were raised among, like extortion. They headed to the mafia that ruled the western lands and became employed in their services, after completing several missions of extortion and elimination. They were even taught to fight well by several of the higher fighters in the mafia. Balio was more inclined towards magic due to being more older and somewhat more intelligent. Sunder, being the younger brother, was more agile and was taught more along the lines of martial arts, and he followed it more rigorously than his brother did. Sunder was quite a fearful figure for his lightning fast kicks. And no one wants to be kicked by a horse. Balio was feared also for not only being more clever but being quite an expert in lightning magic (his favourite element of Nature). They had even become powerful enough to have advanced powers that no one had ever seen. In fact, rumours of their "ultimate" power were very few, as those who had said to have seen them at their utmost strength were probably dead from encountering them.
By now they had had their breakfast of some roast meat (not all equines are herbivores) and reached Maekyss Gorge, north west of the desert. It was nothing more than a leeway between Genmel and the kingdom of Wyndia, a thriving populace of humans with rumours of great magical power, noble lineage and highly respected in all respects of commerce, hospitality and wealth.
The small gorge had a cabin where an artist lived and since the brothers did not want to deal with his complaining, they headed upriver from him to a shallow place that they knew of, perfect for discreet bathing. It was a craggy section of the rocky gorge wall eaten away at by years of erosion and it had a shallow safe current. They found it in their youth and thought it was a pretty cool place, away from everyone else. They had always bathed with each other, they never thought it more than just saving water and time, and they were brothers, they knew everything about each other. Sunder knew about Balio's morning wood and Balio knew about Sunder's bedwetting that stopped when he was 14.
The water was cool and flowing this morning, perfect as always. It was one of the few places that they felt calmer and were it not for their appointment today, they would've relaxed there for most of the day, reminiscing about broken memories filled with criminality. They were proud to be criminals, they thought it as a good job to have power, respect and wealth through faster means. The two brothers placed their clothes on the bank and waded into the water until it was up to their thighs. They then began splashing water on themselves, washing out the sand and grit from their bodies, which began to gleam as they became wet. They even washed through their Mohawks which needed serious cleaning and soon became nothing but long hair draping across their cheeks. About 5 minutes later, Sunder made too big a splash which hit Balio.
'Hey, watch it!' shouted Balio, snorting his slight annoyance of being caught off-guard.
'Hey, I didn't mean it, bro!'
'Ohh don't lie to me. We're not gonna play games today.'
'I swear, bro! It was an accident!'
'Ohh, well then this is an accident from me.' Balio countered with his own splash directly at his brother. And so Sunder retaliated with water from his side. Of course, this led to a small war of splash attacks from each other. Now even though they were two hardened thugs who had dealt with many a criminal and killed several, they were still brothers, so this eventual playful jostling was a relief to them. In fact, they were secretly glad of each other's company, which was why they stuck together for so long when everyone thought that they would have split long back by being different. Balio would not really admit it so he was not as eager in the splashing.
'Horse Play!' shouted Sunder who rushed towards Balio and wrestled with him, scrubbing at the arms in the process. Balio grunted in annoyance, not really in the mood for games, so he decided to try and end it quick. He gripped Sunder in return, twisting his body out of the grasp and beside him, and soon he had a hold of his brother's head in a tight armlock. He held on so tightly that Sunder's neck hurt a little, but neither of them minded. They always played and always ended in bruises. It was like sparring with fun.
'Give it up, Sunder, you can't get out of this!'
'Yeah right!' He tugged Balio's tail which made him yelp and release Sunder, who got up and grabbed his brother's arm, before tripping on a stone in the water and causing both to fall into the shallow water. Balio fell on top of Sunder in a splash.
'Dammit bro, you're always a clumsy idiot!' Sunder took it in good humour and made a whinnying laugh. They lay there for a while, letting the current run the water over their bodies peacefully along with being a little tired and disoriented. They had time to rest a little in the shallow stream section. It was not long before Balio realised that as he lay on top of his brother, he felt twinges in his groin. He then became extremely uncomfortable and got off Sunder immediately, seeing his own cock being half erect again. Shit, not now, you stupid dick. He looked down at his brother, soaking wet with the hair flailing over his eyes almost boyishly, the ripples of water sliding off the muscles. What the hell is up with me today, thought Balio. Stupid thing would fuck anything....not that I mind usually, but if its Sunder...he shivered in his mind about that.
'Bro. . .what's wrong?' asked Sunder who got up and seeing the look of panic on his brother's face. He then looked down at the half-erect cock and sniggered.
'Bro, what made that happen? Remembering a sweet girl you lay on top of?' Sunder was joking to keep his brother in good spirits, since he always hated seeing Balio serious, moody or unhappy. His humour did not help.
'Sunder, shut it. We've washed, now we have to go.' Without another word, Balio headed off to where his clothes were. The younger brother looked at his sibling oddly, wondering why he was always so serious, and today he looked especially distressed. Was it that important a job they had to do?
Sometime later, they had headed to the meeting point of their boss. Ogre Road. It was a passageway between the Dauna Mines and Mt Levett, which further led to the McNeil village, the mayor of the village being one of the employers on the unicorn brothers' boss' bankroll. It was a road that was travelled by necessity, not for comfort. Monsters, thieves and rogue soldiers prowled the place. Balio and Sunder enjoyed testing their battle strength here, killing pathetic thieves or soldiers who lost their honour and the odd monster.
But today, they were here for a meeting with their boss.
'Bro...doesn't this place feel stranger than usual?' asked Sunder, his nerves trying to stay steady.
'It's just a windy day...now shut up. The boss will be here any minute now.' They waited beside a tree near the middle of the road. Sunder sat down against a dirt slope and sighed in a bored manner. He was never one for doing the meetings and talking, except when gloating in battle. Balio stood against the tree, kicking it once to let an apple drop on his hand. He began to eat it, the crunch seeming to echo throughout the strange forest road, seeming like a cursed place with its many shadows, even in daylight.
'Balio....' muttered the younger brother, looking quite bored but anxious.
'What?' replied Balio testily.
'What was up with you back at the gorge? We were having fun.'
'We had business to do. We can't spend all day playing and you know that.'
'But. . .you ended it all, like, suddenly. I make one comment about your cock-'
'It wasn't that!' His voice rose slowly, trying not to get angry at his brother's inquisitive nature.
'I know you don't wanna talk about that, man, I'm just wantin' to know if something's up with you. I'm your bro, I should know about any problems you have.'
'Not all of them.'
'Don't I know all of them?'
'No...and you never will.'
'Why? You can't trust your own brother?'
'Trust is a rare commodity in the world we live in.' The one who spoke these words were neither of the brothers, but a husky voice from further up Ogre Road. They looked to see a shadowy figure, nothing more than a short hooded creature with slitted white eyes. The personification of shadiness. Balio never understood why so many of these shady guys existed. Maybe it was a deformity and they have to remain in that state forever, lest they be shot for scaring kids. He hated kids. That's why he liked the shady guys a little bit, by his own logic.
'So, you the contact?' asked the older brother, standing with arms crossed, slightly flexing his muscles to show off a little.
'Indeed. The boss was busy with some minor reparations at the Mt Boumore area so he has asked me to tell you the newest offer.' Damn, thought Balio, and Mt Boumore was right beside Genmel. Sometimes I feel like a fucking puppet. He then replied:
'And?' At this point, Sunder had come up and stood beside his brother, watching the shaded contact with curiosity. Damn, where the hell do they buy the cloaks, he thought to himself. And how come they all have the same type of eyes? Must be special glasses or something.
'You are to pay special attention to the Yraall Region. He is worried about any insurrections from the villagers about taxes. So if ever the time comes for you to..."suppress" any troublemakers, then he shall call you.'
'No problem...you know how good we are with troublemakers.' Balio punctuated this with a slam of his left fist into his right open palm, a meaty thud resonating from his hands.
'Indeed.' The stranger nodded and so began to shuffle away down the road. 'I must return now to my post. I wish you good day.' As the stranger departed, so did the two brothers, back down the way to Mt Levett. They knew it would be a long way to head back to Genmel, plus they had to make a diversion around the way since the bridge that led on into McNeil's territory was being built. They had to take a mountain shortcut only those in their organisation knew of. Not that they wanted to. It was riddled with enemies such as goblin clans, cadavers and wild wolves.
The tunnel skirted to the back of Syn City, so they had to make their way there (again, since they went through the tunnel to reach Ogre Road) in order to bypass the uncompleted bridge Syn City was a true hellhole. Criminals, whores and beggars made up the population, the waste of the population spewed unto this place. It was a black market essentially, selling the strangest or forbidden. If you saw it, it's illegal. The boss of Balio and Sunder ran this place as his prime HQ. The two strolled through the place like kings. They knew this place, it was practically their orphanage. They knew every trick of the trade here. How to steal, lie, kill without guilt, and replace love with lust. The last part was very enjoyable for the two unicorns. Although Balio kept pondering about love itself. He always grew jealous of seeing those in actual love, the kind that you can't buy with 1000 zenny. Sunder was more materialistic, if it was there, he wanted it, much like a child in a sweet shop. That was something Balio never understood. He looked at his younger brother, so like himself in build. The strong gliding arms, the muscular legs of strength, that well-built chest of lean but strong abs....no, dammit, stop thinking like that. You can't look at your brother like that, it's wrong. He couldn't understand how he was looking at his brother like this. Perhaps it was his loneliness. Ohh great, now I sound like a whiny beggar, thought Balio.
'Feels like home, eh bro?' asked Sunder, with masked cheer in his voice as he knew the lessons of the underworld to never show a smile, unless you're insane, suicidal or killing someone.
'Yeah...and it feels just as empty.'
'Balio, you been acting odd all day. I know something's on your mind, come on.'
'I can't talk now...not here, especially.'
'Bu-'
'No buts! Now come on, we have to go through the tunnel.'
'Why in such a hurry, bro?'
'Because it's getting dark. You know what this place is like at night.' An audible gulp came from Sunder. He knew. Everyone in Syn City knew. There were worse criminals that seemed nocturnal, the night being the cloak where they hid their daggers.
Before they headed through the tunnel, they bought a tent set and kit for the night from the item shop, which was run by a Manillo that seemed amazingly less honest than most Manilloes. His face was a sneer only the fish race could make, the frilled gills stretching like a split lip. He never spoke a word as he was apparently mute, judging from the slash mark of his throat.
The brothers proceeded through the tunnel. It was a long echoing hallway of carven rock, like the gullet of a stone dragon. The wind seemed to sound like the sleeping breath of a mighty beast, as many holes that gave exit ways to the night sky made whistling sounds outside, the whole place seeming to sigh at once. many creatures lay in the dark cavern but nothing that Balio and Sunder couldn't handle. Eventually, they found a good spot for a rest. Balio had been wise enough to bring firewood and easily made a fire ready in a small crevice to shelter it from the wind. The tent was set up, albeit it was grubby, disconsolately unkempt and only had one large sleeping bag...stained.
'Oh, that's fucking nice.' muttered the older unicorn. 'I knew I couldn't trust that water-sucker.'
'Ahh man...we have to share it bro?'
'Guess so. Don't want either of us weakening from the cold, it slows ya down in the morning.' Balio headed into the tent first and his brother joined him. They decided not to take off their clothes as they needed all the warmth. As they began to settle into the sleeping bag Balio muttered to his younger sibling:
'By the way, we're sleeping with our faces away from each other tonight, got it?'
'Huh? But. . .but bro, why? We always sleep facing each other.'
'Well, you have to break some habits.'
'Bro, we've been doing it since we were kids. You know how it was, we had to keep our eyes out for each other. Remember what you said to me?'
'What....?' Balio became testy and he did not want to be like this with Sunder's persistent manner. He was trying not to recollect himself back to the dreams he was having. Everytime he looked at his brother, he kept thinking back to them instinctively and he had to try and distance himself from him to kill off the dreams. So far they were very persistent.
'You said to me "the only time we should have our backs to each other was when we fight. That way we protect each other better." I never thought you'd forget that.'
'I can't remember everything. And besides, someone might attack us here. . .' Balio moved a little and rubbed up against his brother, which did not bode well for his crotch. A slight push against Sunder's leg made the younger unicorn look down and see the bulge in his brother's clothing.
'Uhh...bro...? You're..kinda hard.'
'Just ignore it. Just....don't pay attention to it.'
'You thinkin' of someone? Or is it something else?'
'Can't you let me sleep, Sunder? Today's been tiring enough as it is.'
'Why are you being like this to me, bro? I know you can't be happy all the time, but today wasn't even that hard.'
'Alright!! Listen!' he sat up and looked at Sunder with growing frustration. 'I want to sleep, I want to not talk to you until tomorrow, and I want you to know that while you are my brother, you have to stop being such a foal!'
'Hey! I'm only four years younger than you, I ain't no fucking foal!'
'Then stop acting like one!' Balio's tone of seniority always angered Sunder. Balio forgot this but used it to push down Sunder's attitude.
'I'll show you who's the foal!' It wasn't long before Sunder punched his brother, who countered back and soon they were wrestling themselves out of the tent, struggling furiously as they grappled each other's arms, trying to grab each other's muscles and leave an arm free for punching. The tent was mostly unharmed as they began a spat, exchanging swift blows to each other, even involving their legs that left some bad bruises. Sunder had managed to knock his brother's mouth purple, bruised his left arm and shoulder (making the left arm swollen a little in pain) and also his right leg. Balio in return hurt his brother's left eye, chest and right shoulder, hitting a lucky kick at Sunder's chest which made an audible yelp of pain. It wasn't long before they finally subsided from frustrated exhaustion, settling down on the rocky floor beside each other.
'Okay...you've shown you're not a foal anymore.' admitted Balio. 'What the hell are we doing? We shouldn't be fighting each other, especially not in a cave full of monsters!'
'Yeah....we shouldn't. Ohh damn my chest...'
'You alright?' The older brother had an instant flash of anxiety for Sunder. He hoped that he hadn't hit him hard enough that he'd be hurt badly.
'I think you kicked too hard...maybe broke a rib.'
'Shit...Sunder...'
'No bro...it's alright. I shouldn't keep asking you stupid questions, you got a lot of things to think about. You always were the one who thought about stuff more than I did. I was just backup. Man....I'm such a jerk.'
'Trust me, I wouldn't ask for anyone else to be my backup.' At this moment, Balio placed a hand on his brother's leg, trying to reassert themselves after their feud with a half-smile.
'Thanks bro. You're the only one I can trust.'
'Really?'
''Course. No one else was there for me, but you. Just like I try and be there for you, even though I ain't as strong or as clever as you.' It was now becoming more and more an answer in his mind if he could tell his brother about the dreams. He had always liked his brother and knew that Sunder was far too loyal to betray any secrets. Sunder was the only one he had shown any liking to. He hoped this did not become more involved than it was already. But he had to see how his brother would react.
'Sunder....I have to tell you something.'
'Sure bro....what's up?'
'I'm....sorry about being such a jerk today. I had some...bad dreams.'
'You mean...like nightmares? Hey, everyone has 'em.'
No...not nightmares...just dreams that I don't think I should like.' Sunder listened silently. Unusual for his personality he would remain quiet to listen, but he would do so now for his brother's serious personal moment.
'When I was dreaming...I dreamt of you...and me. We were holding each other in the moonlight....and we.....urgh...kissed.' The expression on Sunder's face was near-priceless. A face that spoke of the words "what", "oh hell" and also "please let this be a joke". Balio had a slight urge to laugh at his brother's face but he resisted it.
'B..b-bro...you serious? But it was just a dream, right?'
'Well, yeah, that's all it is. But I've been seeing you grow up alongside me for as long as I can remember. And you've turned out to be a great brother, a great fighter, handsome as well, dunno why you went away from me to get a girl or something. You'd just get hurt if you were with me and all the stuff I do, dragging you everywhere.'
'I'd never leave my own brother behind. I'm a little...freaked now, but I still ain't gonna leave ya. Where could I go? You're the only one I can trust, like I said. I know that all the stuff we do ain't all good, but hey, we get by, who cares about anyone else?' Balio's expression became wry as he looked at the almost pleading face of his sibling. The stirring began again in his crotch, but this time he didn't hide it. Sunder saw it but only widened his eyes slightly.
'Yeah....guess I am the only one you trust. Sunder....you're the greatest brother I've ever known.' He could think of little else to say as some strange instinct made him bend forward to nuzzle his equine face against Sunder's. The younger brother was a little surprised but he let himself rub against Balio's head, the blue-haired older unicorn sighing heavily, as if finally releasing his woes in one single breath, which became warm air on Sunder's cheek, in the traditional gesture of equines in comfort. Balio began rubbing against his brother, moving closer and almost uneasily began moving his arms around to Sunder's back, to embrace him slowly in a hug. The younger brown-haired unicorn did not resist. He hadn't felt a good hug from his brother in such a long time. Not since they were teenagers or so. Sunder returned the embrace by slowly hugging Balio, his hands round to the back of the older sibling, their chests close but not too tight since Sunder still hurt slightly from the argument.
All they could do was keep each other in that hug, the closest they've ever been to each other, when for once they felt they had nothing to worry about. No boss, no jobs, no work, just simple life. They could never leave the underworld, it was their whole life. But you always do wonder how the other side live. Eventually they broke apart, their lips barely brushing past each other, but they did not draw themselves back entirely. Their mouths were now a few inches away from each other. This is it I guess, thought Balio. Ohhh damn....is this even right? But then...I live in a world full of criminals and two-faced liars, what's right to me anymore?
He's my brother, but can I do this with him, thought Sunder. I know he's always got the right idea....hope he's got one now.
They both moved their heads closer. The time felt as long as two planets orbiting past each other would take. Almost an eternity, but eventually both felt the touch of the other's lips. Harsh warm lips pushing gently against each other, accompanied by the warm feel of hands at the back of their heads. They both seemed to mimic each other, even when their eyes were closed at this point. The kiss felt electrical, it jolted through their bodies seamlessly. They could feel the strength of the connection in the warmth consummating between their mouths as they began to instinctively suckle each other's lips, but they never moved any more. The kiss was like a magnet for their tongues to slowly emerge towards their lips and they felt the surprising brush of their tongues against each other. Balio, taking the initiative, gently drew out his tongue further, pushing past Sunder's lips and rubbing hard on his tongue. Sunder made a surprised moan but let the tongue slide inside his mouth, on top of his own tongue, orally showing his brother's dominant nature. More gentle suckling ensued as they were no longer thinking about anything else, knowing they've gone far enough to not think if this was right. The kiss felt eternal, warm, comforting to know that they were both there so near to each other, with no one else around. For once they felt warm and even safe within their loneliness. They exchanged their groans, their throats communicating to each other of their comfort within each other's proximity. Eventually they began realising that perhaps they were closer to each other than they thought. They had nobody else in life to care about, aside from themselves. They were always together, a real team....so by now, they felt it was just another level between each other. Soon, Balio pulled apart from Sunder, his tongue slurping out of his brother's mouth, leaving a thin shining wire of saliva between their tongues. Sunder was panting slightly. They looked at each other, eyes half-open in the state of surreal confusion.
'Sunder.....' Balio murmured before an idea came to him. He slowly began to undress himself, his jeans sliding down to his hooves to show his fully erect horse cock, at least 11 inches long. It made Sunder's eyes open fully again.
'Br..bro...what's going on?'
'I...don't know....but we trust each other right?' Sunder nodded slowly, half in fear but half in lustful wonder. 'Well....take off your clothes....I want to see how big you are.'
'But...why?'
'I've shown you mine....I want to see yours.' Sunder nodded, a little nervous of it all, as he pulled down his jeans as well. His own penis was not entirely erect yet, semi-erect being mostly out but not standing up.
'Need help getting that up?'
'Uhhh....I..I guess...' Balio moved closer to his brother and moved to behind him, sitting down on the ground, his cock rubbing against Sunder's back which made the younger brother arc his back in surprise, feeling very insecure. He moved his muscular arms around Sunder, half-hugging him, as he began to feel his brother's cock, his head resting on Sunder's left shoulder. They could hear their own breaths loud like a typhoon, as Balio gently began rubbing his right hand along the length and back again, his other hand gripping the base of the cock tightly. Sunder made a gasping moan as he felt his brother stroke his malehood, in disbelief of this happening, but as he felt his brother's snout nuzzling his cheek slowly, he felt safer once more and so allowed him to continue.
'Balio-o-o.....we've never done this before....'
'We've never seen ourselves like this either....guess you gotta learn some new skills.' Balio roved his hand up and down the shaft, seeing it slowly rise to life in full hardness, licking Sunder's cheek absently, his left hand squeezing the base of the penis more. Sunder neighed quietly and emitted a small bubble of precum out of the flared end of his penis, which now came fully erect at a half-inch shorter than his older brother. Nodding with a slight sigh, Balio released his brother's cock and sat back at his side.
'Bro,' began Balio, 'wanna try our cocks on each other?'
'B..bro....you really wanna try this?' Sunder was more hesitant as always.
'Yes...I do.'
'Well.....okay...wh-wh-what should we try?'
'Well...I like sticking my dick into a nice tight hole....'
Of course this made the younger brother freak out, his mane practically spiked like a green lightning strike across his head. But he only inhaled deeply, restraining the urge to shout. He looked at his brother tensely, seeing and judging how much trust he could place in Balio. And he knew he would practically let Balio do anything to him, for like they both knew, they trusted no one else.
'Okay.'
'Really?' Balio was a little surprised but did not show it other than a slightly higher pitch of his voice.
'Yeah....you do kinda wonder what it feels like...right Balio?'
The older unicorn nodded and he told Sunder to lie down. The ground seemed too rough so they went back to the tent. Sunder laid down on his belly onto the sleeping bag, feeling nervous with his nerves twitching slightly.
Balio was behind him, kneeling down and lifting up his brother's forest green tail to reveal the tight puckered asshole of Sunder. It twitched visibly, showing how anxious he was.
'Alright....guess we can try this then.' He moved on top of Sunder, pressing his weight down on him with a whoosh of breath from his brother. His cock was an inch away from the butt. Without further warning, Balio slowly pushed forward, pressing his cock against the tight hole. Feeling resistance he shoved harder, making Sunder whinny slightly before he forced his cock more and with a stunted pop sound, he had pushed past the anus and into his brother's ass. Sunder neighed loudly in pain, feeling a deep urge to shit with something blocking his ass like this.
'Argh....Brrooo-o-o-o-ooooo...' Balio did not listen and with a pained expression from such a tightening pressure on his cock, he entered deeper inside Sunder, panting harshly on Sunder's Mohawk.
He had managed to slide half of his cock in with effort, feeling the strange muscular power of the anal walls cloister on his cock, forcing backwards, trying to push the invader out, but this only made it feel better, as Balio thrust deeper inside, the tight rubbing between muscles of anus and penis becoming such an amazing thing to feel.
'Sunder...Ohhh fuck...that feels good....you're like this really tight cunt...damn it's amazing.'
'Aaahhhhhh-h-h-h-h-h-h-hh......G-g-goood bro....it's kinda...kinda...feeling better now.' The pain that was like a wall to Sunder now began to slowly dissipate as his ass resigned itself and slowly accepted the mass of flesh within his body, opening slowly apart, spreading themselves to accept each new thicker inch, the pain replaced by small pieces of pleasure that came slowly.
Eventually Balio had managed to fully hilt inside his brother all 11 inches of his equine cock. He rested on top of his sibling for a while, letting the ass pulse around his flesh with a strong grip that began to slowly wear away, tiring itself of trying to repel the cock, accepting it now with a warm embrace.
'Ohhh....you feel nice Sunder....' Out of the mutual affection between them, he bent his head and licked his brother's left cheek slowly, almost a kiss, which made Sunder sigh, feeling glad that the pain was gone, and feeling quite...full but pleased.
'Yeah....wow....bro, it doesn't feel so bad now....'
'Oh no? better get ready then...'
'Fo..for what?'
This question was left unanswered as Balio pulled himself slowly out of the tight ass, making Sunder emit deep groans of disbelieving pleasure, as the slow friction of muscles felt strangely good. Half of the cock was out before Balio thrust back inside, harder than before. Sunder yelped without restraint as he felt his older brother slide out once again, more longer this time, meaning he would thrust harder with more of his cock. He was right, this time it was 7 inches that slammed into his ass, a slap signifying one brother's hips hitting the other's butt cheeks. Sunder began to pant in mixed feelings of pain and pleasure, excitement and anxiety, trust and hesitation. All he could do now was lie there and let his brother fuck him, although he had never imagined such a thing to happen, but it was and he knew his brother would not hurt him....much.
Balio felt the re-entry to be hard but not as painful as he expected it to be, although it was enough to make him clench his teeth together. His cock slid hard against the tight anal tunnel that clenched forcefully on his meat, the hug being tighter and slightly hotter now with the friction. He did not let this discourage him and he pulled back farther, sliding his cock out 7 inches once more, the shlurp of the puckered hole so loud to both of the brothers. It wasn't long before the anal walls were opened once more to prepare for the harder fucking Balio was going to give.
Sunder felt himself pushed forward by the force of his brother's cock, which began speeding up its pace, back and forth inside his devirginised ass, hearing the slaps of his brother's hips against his ass, which he felt being pumped against more and more.
'Ahh...bro....Ahhh....fuck....hurts....'
'Ohhhh shit....hah....yeah....hope that feels good for ya, Sunder...ohhh....' Balio began rubbing five inches back and forth inside Sunder, hilting him every time he thrust forwards, licking his brother's neck from time to time, the sweat mild and warm on his tongue.
The anal sex lasted for five minutes or so, with occasional grunts from either of the unicorns, their breaths exhaling every so often, particularly Sunder, who managed small moans of actual pleasure, finally feeling full pleasure from his brother's dick shafting inside him. Balio smiled at the moans, chuckling breathlessly. Soon, he could feel his cock twitching slightly. He felt the surging power in his penis and balls, knowing that soon he would reach orgasm. He didn't want to mess up Sunder as semen is a bitch to clean out, so he decided to just fill up his brother with it all. Easier to handle. For him anyway.
'Uhhh Sunder...I'm...gonna....fuck..cum..'
'R...really....ohhhh....' Sunder was lost in the ecstasy that their lust was bringing, he could barely listen to Balio now as he felt small twitchy motions of his brother's penis, not knowing what they signified, lost in the sweet friction of anal sex, losing all his worries in this internal massage of his anal walls, which spasmed sweetly, making his own cock swell throughout this session, oozing precum easily onto the sleeping bag.
Eventually, Balio began moaning in short bursts, feeling his climax come ever closer. He stood up a little and with a deep restraint to scream out loud, exclaimed:
'Sunder...DON'T scream!'
The younger brother had little time to process that warning before he suddenly felt the hardest thrust yet from Balio, pushing him practically an inch across the ground as he heard a long low groan from above him, and feeling the sudden explosion of warmth slosh through his ass. He knew that his brother just came inside him. There was no other explanation for the hot river suddenly blasting through his insides then. He was about to scream, but he felt the strong sweating hand of his brother over his mouth and all he could make was a long moan through tear-stained eyes, disbelief from warmth and what had happened. In addition, the sudden filling inside his ass had made him cum as well, unable to hold anything back now as he pumped the sleeping bag with his seed, becoming a warm sticky puddle he laid in, that wafted a musky strong scent about nearly as strong as Balio's musk. The youunger unicorn's orgasm had caused a forceful tightening on the cock inside him and only encouraged Balio to cum even more, milked by the tight anus of his brother.
In the aftermath, all they heard was their blood banging in their ears, hearts pumping hard and their deep panting. Sunder felt the hand move from his mouth and he spoke softly.
'Ohhh....wow....tha....that was....Haah....'
'Don't...say anything.' Balio's reply was simple. He stroked his brother's cheek and laid on top of him fully, resting his head against the flushed cheek. 'Let's just rest....we have our work tomorrow.'
'Yeah....work tomorrow.....'
And nothing more was said. Both Balio and Sunder were in a warm embrace of each other inside a tent that now stank of sweating horse flesh, not because they loved each other enough to be lovers, but because it was cold in the tunnel underground.
To some creatures, a brother's embrace is one of the warmest things to ever feel.