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God my parents shit me.

Useless bloody do-gooders. Here I am, finally on my own, the rest of my sibs out of the house and off on their journeys of self actualisation or whatever bogus crap comes out of their latest self help book. I was looking forward to having my 'rents time all to my own, as well as the house. But no, they had to go ruin it all.

I took another toke on the joint, letting the acrid smoke insinuate its way into my lungs like a lover. Ive had plently of those, joints I mean, well lovers too. I'm into pleasure, and plenty of guys know how to fuck well enough to make it worth the effort. Never done a girl, though never say never. Some of my fuck buddies swear by the feel of pussy. Me, I'm sceptical but willing to be persuaded.

For the moment though, ass is my favourite. Hard, muscled guy ass. I'm not speciesist, I've gone with wolves like me, dogs, bucks, bears, tigers, even a ram or bull or two. Plus some extra sexy foxes. Something about foxes makes them the best I find, just begging for it.

Hi, my name's Nathan, and I like to fuck. And get high. It's been two days since my last lay and about 20 seconds since my last toke. So sue me.

I finished off the joint, disposing of the evidence before heading back to my room and awaiting the return of my darling parents. They were out doing their do-gooding. I had tried to persuade them, but somehow they hadn't believed my intentions were pure. Perceptive assholes are my 'rents.

They were out preparing to pick up the newest addition to our little family. A foster kid, apparently a lost little wolf boy of about 10 years of age. While a part of me looked forward to the idea of having a kid around to dominate, tease and generally make my bitch, somehow I didn't think I would be allowed to do what I wanted. My dad was big on respect, and looking after those less fortunate, and I could just tell I would have to be nice to the little sod.

I heard the car pulling into the driveway, about two hours after they said they should be home. I guess that would be typical, as if social services could be on time with anything. Typical government time wasters I bet.

I put on my best casual yet kick ass gear, black jeans, black leather jacket over a hot t-shirt I found on Red Bubble, and waited to greet my new foster bro. I should have known my 'rents would fuck with my head but I was still trying to be on my best behaviour.

The first hint of something wrong was a sneeze, violent and sudden. Then the smell hit me, unmistakable.

Horse? Wtf?

The door opened and dad walked through, followed by mum, both looking kind of sheepish if that was possible for wolves. Then it came in, and my worst fears were realised.

"Ahh dad, mum. Who's this?"

Mum found words first, as always. Dad was such a coward in moments like this.

"Nathan, this is Joshua, your new foster brother. Say hello."

The horse held out one big mitt for a handshake, and I just stared at it like it was a poisonous snake. He stood, smile slowly fading on his ugly muzzle, paw still extended waiting for something destined never to come. I waited him out before sneezing again, violently. God I hate horses, and not just because I was allergic to them.

"Nathan?"

"Mum, could we talk?"

"Yes, maybe that's best. Honey, could you show Joshua to his room and I will bring Nathan up to speed."

Dad led the horse towards the stairs, a dark look under his eyebrows piercing me on the way past. Like I gave a shit. The horse was something else though. He looked, a sort of sad resigned look, big blue eyes trying to connect with me as she followed up the stairs. He gave one more look over his shoulder before giving up and following, two heavy bags slung over his shoulder. Don't unpack your bags asshole.

"Nathanial, I'm disappointed in you."

"Yeah? Well I'm disappointed in you too mum. What the hell happened? What happened to little whatshisname? Craig?"

"Chris, and his grandmother was able to step up unexpectedly as her health had improved. It's always better for the kids to be with direct family if possible, so the Department provided assistance and he was able to go with her."

"So who the hell is this?"

"Joshua was in dire need and the Department were trying desperately to find him a place. They asked if we could take him at short notice and we agreed. We have learned all about him and spent a couple of hours meeting him before we decided. He is a good kid Joshua, really nice. He is your age too, so you get to have a brother you will be able to share things in common with."

"Fat chance of me sharing anything in common with a horse mum. Did that slip your mind? We're wolves? Horses are, well, not our kind. Our ancestors used to eat them for chrissakes."

"We are all God's creatures dear, equines as much as canines. Joshua is in need, and we are helping. I expect you to do your part too, and welcome him into the family. Am I clear?"

Mum could always put more menace into that simple sentence than dad. I backed off like a good pup, ears flattened in surrender. Pity my mum had to be the alpha of our little pack. Some days I wondered if dad was even the omega.

"Yes mum. I'll go help my new brother with his things shall I?"

"Excellent Nathan. I can see you will get on famously."

God mum could be gullible some times.

I passed my dad on the stairs and headed to the bedroom formerly occupied by my older brother Zach. The sap had agreed to give up his bedroom as he was home only rarely nowadays, and he was supportive. I wondered if he would still be as supportive knowing it was a 16 year old throw away colt and not another wolf benefitting from his generosity.

"Hey."

"Hello."

I looked over my new foster brother for the first time. Tall bastard, that I could see. Typical horse, all big studs. God I hated them for that. This one was a brown colour, deep chestnut, with black mane and tail, some hairs around his legs (fetlocks was it?) and a white patch on his muzzle. Battered jeans and jacket, a Skrillx t-shirt, no boots on his hooves. He was smiling as he looked around his new room.

"Don't get comfortable pony."

That look was back again, sad, lonely. What a loser.

"So that's the way is it? What have you got against me?"

"Nothing personal. I just don't like horses, and I don't want a new brother anyway. Stay out of my way and we will get on just fine pony. Just don't blame me when my parents come to their senses and send you back like the off carton of milk you are."

"They have been very generous, really nice people. Even if it's only for a little while, I'll still thank them. And you too Nathan."

"Don't call me that loser. I'm Sir to you, or shut the fuck up."

The colt gave that sad smile again, and crossed his arms. He really did look like he could lift heavy objects with ease, including me if it came to it. I hated him a bit more, mostly because I sensed a challenge, and one I may not be up to meeting. I recognised a kindred hard ass, except from what I could see his ass was way harder. Not to mention kind of cute.

"Thanks for saying hello, Nathan."

"Fuck!"

Turning on my paws I stalked out of his room, and headed for my own. Why the hell had I thought his ass was cute? Some days my cock really gives me the shits. Still, I had gone far listening to my cock, and it rarely led me too far astray.

With a snort I threw myself down on my bed and booted up my laptop, teeth grinding as it went through the tedious rigmarole. God I hated Windoze. Finally, it stopped crunching and grinding, waiting my commands. I liked things that waited my command. As soon as I found one that wasn't electronic I was going to enjoy myself a whole lot more.

Launching a special application, I fired up my little secret camera. I had installed one in my brother's room, cunningly camouflaged in his desk and pointing directly at his bed. I had recorded some awesome jack offs and even more awesome sessions with his girlfriends over the years. Now it would be my secret weapon in the deathmatch with pony boy. The colt didn't stand a chance.

I fired up the webcam and focussed, the big colt coming into view sitting on his bed. He had a kind of blank stare as he looked around the room, taking it all in. His bags were still on the floor, packed. He pulled out something from a side pocket, looking at it for a moment. It looked like a necklace, leather band and something hanging from it. I couldn't see too well at that resolution.

The colt cupped it in his paw, closing his fingers on it. Then he bent his head forward into his hands and shook. It took me a moment to realise what was going on, as I didn't have sound. He was crying, body heaving as he wept.

I smiled. Looks like this is going to be easier than I thought.