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The brush raked over Vanir's coat roughly, making him squirm a bit and try to pull away before a firm hand on his shoulder pulled him back in place on the chair while his brother moved around him. Xamir's smile was supposed to be reassuring, but all it really did was make the young stallion squirm in place. He really hadn't been able to look his brother in the eye ever since they had come back from the cabin and his little adventure. He could have been angry, annoyed, humiliated and ready to disown his brother entirely, but that's not what he felt about it. What he felt was the fact that his body remembered just how good it had felt to have the hands on him in a way that had nothing to do with being two stallions. It was burned into his memories and cropped up at the worst times possible, like when he was trying to masturbate or he was in view of the other stallion. Like now.

Xamir was grooming him, something that he had tried to protest that he could do just fine on his own, but there was arguing with his brother. The older colt had simply pushed him down in a chair and pulled out the brushes to work over him as he writhed and twisted. There was no rough treatment, no wrestling or pushing him about, just the firm strokes of the brush as Xamir used his other hand to smooth down the dappled coat. Vanir's ears were dark red as he fought the urge to squirm around in place, he really didn't know what to do or say. His brother hadn't brought up the cabin, hadn't even teased him about it, he had just gone back to the way things had been as if they had never been rolling together like a mare and stallion. The thought was enough for the dartmoor pony to squirm his hips back and forth and swallow, attempting to control the fact that his sheath started to bulge and swell with his cock tip peeping out.

It was hard to figure out how to hide it as his boxers were just a little too tight to make sure it was hidden. The fingers ran along his neck as the brush worked just below his jaw and trailed towards his shoulder, his brother's hand moved to cup under his jaw and rubbed lightly as the smooth strokes ran down towards the broadness of his chest. The bristles caught right against his nipples with a light caress that brought a little noise from his throat. He flushed hotter and tried to keep his body in check, even as his sheath spread open to disgorge the tip of his cock so it brushed along his boxers. He tucked his hips backwards to try and make the material bulge to hide his reaction. He hadn't always been like this, but lately he couldn't make his body calm down when Xamir was around, and now the older colt was nearly pressed against him as every loose hair was brushed away to float on the air to the ground.

"So.. uh you're setting me up on a date?" Vanir's voice cracked a little as Xamir picked up another brush, one that was finer and used to smooth down his brushed coat.

"I told you I was, I'm not lying." Xamir turned the stool a bit so he could work over the back of Vanir's shoulders. "You know, you look like you're shedding another pony."

"Yeah, I guess.." He mumbled and felt the brush working down his spine so he leaned forward so it could go all the way towards the small of his back. "What's she like? Is she hot? I hope she is..."

"She is, she's got a soft spot for ponies, so I figured you'd have a good time with her." The brush was worked around his sides and he was given a little push. "Here, stand up for me, alright?"

"But she's hot right?" Vanir repeated anxiously and stood up, letting his brother work down along the line of his sides as he looked at himself in the mirror. Xamir had managed to make him look less shaggy, his coat was looking a lot smoother and sleeker.

"Yes, she is. She's got an amazing body, I mean she's a donkey, but you have to admit donkeys are rather earthy." Xamir's voice deepened into a seductive and suggestive tone that made the pony squirm in place.

"A donkey? But what about a nice filly? Or something exotic?" He protested and felt his tail being pulled up to brushed out. He instinctively wanted to snap his tail down as it was tugged up higher with the brush running through it.

"Come on, Van!" Xamir rebuked him with a playful laugh. "You're not exactly a stud, you can't be that choosy if you want to have a good time."

"I am too a stud!" Vanir snapped back, turning his head slightly to glare at the taller roan colt behind him, only to flush when fingers curled beneath his tail bone and ran lightly back and forth. "I mean.. maybe I'm not the top, but I'm still handsome."

"Yes, but you can't be so choosy, trust me. I wouldn't pick out any girl that wasn't hot, I promise." He pulled the brush through Vanir's tail and dragged towards the tip. "Besides, she has a thing for brothers and you know that I'm picky at least. And can afford to be."

Vanir made a noise and grinned to himself, he was finally going to be able to be with an actual girl, and if Xamir was willing to do her she had to at least be kinda attractive. At least this should clear up his confusions and how he was feeling about his brother. And donkeys weren't unattractive, they were just rougher around the edges then the more delicately feminine girls that he was drawn towards. Perhaps his date would be at least more exotic looking, there were a few donkeys he'd seen that had been brushed and groomed to look lovely and delicate with their manes trimmed and patterned perfectly. Maybe she'd even be well endowed, with soft ripe breasts that he could really push his muzzle into them, his muzzle and lips would delve into the cleavage. That's what he wanted, a female, a mare, someone with curves and heat that would be moaning under him.

He barely felt his tail being released as his mind spun a wild fantasy on what he'd do on his date, pushing away the disturbing feelings he had for his brother. He felt his cock spilling out and drooping along his boxers so that they bulged lewdly and his girth bowed into a sharp curve by the pressure of the binding fabric. The hands moved to start brushing along his back, rubbing something against his fur to smooth it out so he arched his back and flicked his ears back a little bit. He let himself enjoy that touch while he imagined what he'd be doing by the end of the night and how he'd be doing it. His cock tip dribbled out a bit of precum against the boxers, smearing messily and darkening the patch of fabric while Xamir's hands reached down to grab his boxers. He only realized what was about to happen when there was a sudden pull and he yelped out as his bottoms were yanked down and over his freshly brushed tail to bare his ass and pull his cock out and into view.

"HEY!" He yelped out and reached down for his boxers to pull them back up, but Xamir firmly pushed them down towards his knees. "Stop that!"

"Seriously? You're going to go to a date without being thoroughly groomed for her?" Xamir snorted out and forced them down towards his hocks. "You don't want to be filthy and have her get turned off!"

"I can wash those parts myself!" He tried to squirm away, his cheeks and ears burning hotly while a pair of broad firm hands gripped either side of his hips to hold him still. He snorted angrily, hating the way his confused body seemed to tingle at just the touch of the fingers running along his hips, and loving it too.

"Are you really going to be that upset just because I'm trying to be helpful?" Xamir clucked his tongue on the roof of his mouth, his hands kneading lightly. "Just relax, I'm not about to bend you over, I'm just going to brush and get you ready, stud. I promise."

The last words were spoken in utter seriousness, the sort of tone that Vanir normally believed, but he was humiliated by the startled feel of disappointment as the hands moved from his hips and the brush resumed working along the curve of his dappled ass cheeks. His cock remained heavy and swollen in front of him, drooping down towards upper thigh as it spilled from sheath, still wrinkled and not hard, but swelling as he felt the gentle strokes running along either side of his hips. His tail twitched, not much, but just a hair upwards as he felt Xamir gently running the bristles along the inner crease of his ass and flicking out at the end so the loosened hairs floated harmlessly to the ground. Normally when he brushed himself he just did the visible parts and made do with dusting away shed hair, he was never this particular, but he'd never really prepared for a night with his first mare.

There was a little thrill as he glanced at himself in the mirror, his dark forelock fell into his eyes as the brush strokes ran along the back of his legs and, true to his word, Xamir didn't try to embarrass him. His brother seemed to be concentrating simply on making sure that every last hair was in place. The gentle touches weren't erotic, but his body enjoyed them and he could feel his two toned cock filling out and plumping up by the moment. The tip spread open to show the raised edges, a bit of wet precum built up while he bit his lower lip and fought the urge to flag his tail when he felt warm breath tickling along one side. His brother was leaning down towards his legs and calves and that tickling moist breath sent shivers down his spine as his cock filled out to the point that his medial ring stood out and rose up in the air.

He didn't even think when a hand gripped his ankle and gave a little tug, he just lifted the leg so that Xamir could lift his hoof up and work at the fringe of hair just around the edge. It was longer there, not really feathering like a drafter, but sometimes he liked to pretend that he looked almost like one. Would his date think he looked bigger with the little fringe brushed out? Would she think that he might have just a little bit of a draft in his bloodline? He hoped so. He wiggled a little and bit his lower lip as he felt the fingers moving to tend his other leg, the warm breath resting right on his rump cheek and the cheek nearly pressed against him. When the older colt stood Vanir was looking at his doe soft eyes in the mirror and frowning, he looked too soft along his cheeks, his muzzle too narrow and delicate. He snorted out unhappily and felt a hand on the edge of his hip to try and turn him.

"Come on, stud, let's get you groomed the whole way." The roan stallion's lips twitched up a little bit in amusement as Vanir shifted, flushing as he realized he all the way out of his sheath. "Damn, you get that eager you're going to go off at the first touch."

"I will not!" He snapped back, stung as he leaned his ass back on the edge of the counter. "I'll be the best lay she's ever had!"

"Mmmh..." His brother grinned and gave his chin a light stroke with his fingers. "Listen, you should try and get one out before your date, it'll make it harder to lose control later and that means a lot more time pleasuring her."

"Hmmph.." Vanir pinned his ears back mutinously and squirmed as he felt his brother leaning in close. "You said you weren't going to do any funny business."

"Hey, this isn't funny business!" Xamir's eyes widened and he moved one hand to rub along his brother's dark grey belly, his fingers spreading open and kneading lightly, the thumb dipping down to just barely brush the tip of the pink tipped cock. "If you want to at least not act pent up tonight just let me help a bit, okay."

"You're not humping me!" Vanir yelped out, panic and arousal mingling together in a strange ball that he refused to look at too closely.

Xamir's lips parted slowly and he leaned down to brush the thick soft muzzle right along the edge of his brother's collar bone. Vanir felt the warm tickling breath teasing along his neck and upper chest while the large hand curled down to wrap lightly around the tip of his stiffening cock. He couldn't help it! His body was so damned confused by the larger pony, and the feel of the warm palm wrapping around his glans had his hips pumping forward. The precum smeared out of his tip, spilling along the curling fingers that caressed downwards as the lips trailed along his chest lightly, the pink tongue lightly flicking down in a gentle sweeping caress that made him let out a soft noise.

"Van, I'm talking about humping you..." Xamir rumbled, his voice deepening in the damned suggestive tone that was always getting him in trouble. "Just lean back and let me help you so you're not a two pump chump on your date, okay?"

The tongue continued to run down, swirling right around the tight bud of his nipple and the young stallion sucked down a breath and trembled as he felt the slippery warmth swirling in a playful circle, caressing this way and that so he was left arching higher in the air. This wasn't that gay, it really wasn't, his brother was just trying to be helpful. The way he was feeling, just the hand tugging around his cock nearly had him cumming, how could he possibly make a good impression on the mare he was going to see if he couldn't even keep from going off the moment she touched him? He leaned back and bit his lip as his brother moved down his belly, one lick and nibble at a time, the fingers trailing down towards the stiff base of his cock until the broad fingers cupped under his balls, rolling them lightly. This wasn't gay, it really wasn't, he was just getting ready for his date.

It's not gay... He breathed out and felt the hot silken lips spreading open around the tip of his cock, and the tongue pushing over him so he dug his fingers against the counter helplessly.

The heat of the tongue ran over his cock tip as the warm soft lips pushed downwards, the warm suckling maw began to work down his length. The tongue pushed along the edges, trailing slick saliva over the stiffened cock while Vanir tensed up and let out a soft whimper at the way the warm tongue pushed lower. The fingers massaged along his heavy orbs, feeling the way they gently kneaded and rubbed the pad of his finger back and forth just behind the heavy sac as he squirmed his hips back and forth. Precum dribbled out of his tip, spilling down along the tongue as the muzzle started to push down lower and his brother began to swallow and work his way down lower inch by slow inch. The warmth and heat working over him as he leaned his head back and gave a short little buck forward, dragging his hips backwards a few inches.

The hand on his balls caressed him, running along the edges while Xamir rolled his eyes up and swallowed inch by heavy inch into his throat. The wetness spilled along the edges, strands of saliva and precum mixed together as the other hand moved up to wrap around his base. The fingers kneaded gently, pumping upwards towards his brother's muzzle as he let out a high pitched whickering cry. The hand and muzzle worked against each other, pulling and stroking as he stood up on the tips of his hooves and pinned his ears flat back against his head. His balls started to pull upwards, tensing as he swallowed a groan when he felt the fingers squeezing a bit more firmly around his heavy balls. The rippling hot muzzle pushed lower, working up and over his medial ring with a wet popping sound as he nearly plunged all the way down to his sheath.

Xamir's tongue swirled and curled around the edges, the lips tensed up and pushed right up against the counter. His tail started to twitch up higher in the air, quivering and trying to pull up higher in the air while he dug his fingers down against either side of his body. His cock tip started to flare open, yawning wider and wider, straining and pushing along the tongue as his older brother pulled back and began to rapidly bob his head back and forth. It was too much, there was no way he could keep himself held back. His body shuddered and his belly tensed up, the muscles rippling as his balls pulled up tight and his brother pulled back, just the tip of his cock resting on the broad tongue before he let out his strangled cry of pleasure.

The hot cum erupted from his cock tip and erupted right into the roan pony's muzzle, the hot sticky ropes splattered out while Xamir pushed his head forward and dragged back, milking and suckling as Vanir leaned forward and trembled. His entire body was shaking as he tried to stop his cries, only to let out helpless whimpers as a broad tongue rolled right over his glans, coaxing another splatter of his sperm rich seed out before his brother pulled back with a sly grin, ropes of cum hanging from his muzzle before he flicked his tongue up and cleaned his muzzle off. His cock flopped down, still slightly swollen and leaking a thicker gel from his tip as he kept himself braced against the sink.

"Vanir? Xamir?" Both of them froze as there was a rapping of knuckles on the door and the unmistakable sound of their mother. "Are you two still in there?"

"YE-ah." Vanir's voice cracked and he tucked his chin a bit while Xamir leaned back and let out a low throaty laugh.

"Sorry, Mom, Van is getting ready for his date and needed some expert help." He sounded entirely at ease as he leaned back and winked one bright eye. Vanir just flushed, his cock slowly pulling back towards his sheath while Xamir picked up the brushes again and set about with them as if nothing had happened at all.

_It's not gay, I'll prove that tonight! _ He thought to himself, trying to ignore the way his brother handled him as he was groomed. He was going to prove how much of a stud he was, no matter what.

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Xamir turned the wheel of his truck down the bumpy road that led to a farm house that was nearly invisible against the forest. It was a modest little place, but he was familiar with it, intimately so. When he'd been on the football team it had been everyone's favorite spot to go since the donkey that owned the farm had a bit of a fetish for young stallions. Everyone knew about her, Lydia was infamous! She was as sweet as she was beautiful, down to earth and amiable with those that decided to visit her. The first time he'd ever seen her she had been working in her garden, half covered in soil and coat showing a slight sheen of sweat. She hadn't been groomed and made up, but she had still been beautiful in a way that defied words. Granted, that could be because he had been young and nervous and she was the first female he'd been around that he had meant to do something more than a few quick fondles and squeezes.

He'd called Lydia the other night talking about Vanir, the husky toned jenny had been quite eager to meet his little brother, the hint in her voice had been that she would be very happy to see him too. He had been flustered and excited by the suggestive tone, no matter how many girlfriends he'd had, there was just something about his first lay that remained special. Or maybe he just really appreciated that she knew every part of a males body and how to get them to react in the best ways possible. He certainly hadn't learned his tastes in other boys from his own mind, it had been Lydia and her hint that two stallions were better than one that had led to a rather embarrassing, and thrilling, evening with one of his teammates.

As he pulled up next to the barn he saw his brother shifting in the corner of his eyes. The little dappled pony was made up, brushed, groomed, scrubbed and perfect looking. He could have let Vanir do it himself, but he knew the colt. If his brother was left to his own devices he would have tried to make himself look bigger, older, more masculine and that wasn't what Lydia liked. She liked her colts to be eager and young, so he'd taken pains to accentuate the youth on his brother's face, not that that was hard, especially not with how his mane fell down his muzzle and framed his large brown eyes and made them seem a bit brighter. Xamir had magnanimously offered the use of his jersey to the pony, and out of the corner of his eyes he could see just how it made the little dartmoor look. It was too big by half, hanging off him and partially baring his shoulders as the neck was just a bit too wide since his neck was far more slender and dainty.

It was starting to be a bit of an embarrassment just how hard it was to get him to actually behave rationally. Every time he started to behave like a normal pony, he went right back into bravado and yelling and posing, as if that was going to help anyone want to sleep with him. If he could just relax and behave normally for once he'd be okay, hell, Xamir had seen that anytime they played together that Vanir just needed to be knocked down a peg or two to show who was hiding beneath it all. Perhaps if he just got laid and stopped putting so much effort on impressing girls in an effort to having one he'd actually be able to relax and be himself around others. Maybe. Sometimes Xamir despaired that his brother would ever really be able to behave properly.

"She lives here?" Vanir's voice was a bit higher and Xamir grinned as he swung the door open and tilted his head back to grin at the over eager colt. "I mean, it's cool and all, I just thought we'd go out or something.."

"Yeah, Lydia lives here." Xamir stepped out and closed the truck door behind him. "C'mon, she'll probably have food out if you want it."

"She's not married right?" Vanir was looking around, his eyes were like saucers as he pulled at the jersey and tried to tuck it in so that it looked like it fit him better, really it just made him look younger and more uncertain.

"Nah. Lydia's never been married." He walked up the familiar walkway to the modest little house and his ears went up high, his heart fluttered a bit, just like it always did. He knew what happened in that house, and his body was more than eager to remember what had happened. "Come on, you can't just stay by the truck, you know!"

"Yeah, yeah I know!" Vanir's voice cracked a little and he jerked away from the truck with his ears reddening already. Young, uncertain, eager, scared, oh yes, Lydia was going to love him. He was just the sort of colt that she loved the best.

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"Ya sure you okay, darlin'?" The husky voice of the donkey made Vanir's eyes snap back up to her face, the flush rising hotter to his cheeks as he struggled to keep them on her face.

Lydia had come to the door wearing a loose flannel shirt that was barely closed over the swell of her full breasts so that the buttons strained to hold the material closed so that she was properly clothed. The cleavage was visible and pushed up high, showing a glimpse to where the fur turned from soft smooth grey to pale white and almost pink before the flannel hid her nipples. He hadn't been able to stop staring at them, his eyes were drawn to them any time he glanced around, though that wasn't to say she wasn't attractive from ear tip to hooves. She was curvy and plush looking, mature with hips that flared out and just enough weight that everything looked soft and appealing to his eyes. Her mane was trimmed down neatly, dark black with a streak of grey running through it, her fur brushed and smooth looking, and her eyes merry and bright with hidden laughter. He felt tongue tied and embarrassed, he didn't know what to say, this wasn't a young filly that he could bluff his way around.

"I'm fine.." He mumble in belated response and kept his eyes on her muzzle instead of drifting again, Lydia only grinned a bit wider and flicked her tufted tail behind her.

"Heh, he's just not used to being around such a beautiful lady." Xamir spoke up with a grin, leaning over the table with a comfortable flick of his tail. "Hell, you're makin' him star struck."

Vanir glared at the older colt, his ears flipping back angrily at the way he was being teased, but it didn't last, not when Lydia let out a full throaty laugh. It was rich and appealing, slightly seductive so his eyes slipped down to look over her body again. He'd been brought into the kitchen from the back door, but he had no idea what he was supposed to do or how he was supposed to act. He wanted to say something to bring her eyes to him, to coax a rich laugh from her throat, but every time he tried to think of something clever to say his tongue felt stuck by the way she looked at him. She was old enough to be his mother, but her eyes lingered on him like he was some sort treat she was thinking about buying. He'd never had anyone look at him like that, at least not anyone that wasn't his brother, it made him want to squirm and he always forgot what clever thing he wanted to say.

"You want a snack, sugar?" Lydia tilted her head towards him, her long ears twitched up on her head curiously and Vanir swallowed a little.

"N-No I'm fine." His voice didn't crack, a point for him, but the donkey still grinned as if he had said something cute.

"Not hungry?" She was watching him again, her eyes sliding over him so that he squirmed in place and looked over towards his brother.

Xamir was so relaxed, he'd even stroked the donkey's back a few times, sidling up to her to kiss her cheek in a familiar greeting as if he knew her quite well. Vanir had just shaken her hand, not sure what to do, but she had stroked his hand first meeting him, warm and inviting him into her home. She was so confident, she wasn't giggling or really flirting, she was simply enjoying his company and watching him as he shifted hoof to hoof. His tail swished nervously while the jenny moved around the table and gave him a look, the movements made her breasts shift beneath her shirt, dragging his eyes back down and he licked his lips nervously.

"Not really, ma'am.." He trailed off as she came in closer, bringing with her a warm sweet scent, like lavender and vanilla, making his nostrils flare open wide as he blinked nervously when she came in close enough he could have touched her.

"You look nervous, darlin'." Lydia reached up to gently touch his chin, making him jerk his eyes back up to her face. "And I'm Lydia, no need to be callin' me ma'am."

"I'm not that nervous!" He protested, feeling the warm thumb pad stroke along his cheek as she came in closer. There was a sound of amusement and the pony glanced up to see his brother grinning a bit at him, leaning back on the counter.

"Well, you look a bit nervous, how about we relax ya a bit, eh?" The jenny's thumb continued to stroke against him, brushing back and forth ever so delicately, making him lean into the touch, trying not to glance at his brother watching him. "C'mon, let's go on into the living room and we'll get you relaxed, you look like you're ready to bolt."

"I am not!" His voice cracked at the words embarrassingly and he heard Xamir's whickering chuckle that made him pin his ears defensively.

His sharp response was lost as Lydia's arm slipped through his own and her hip bumped him, drawing him across the kitchen. He was shocked, and pleased, to find that he was just a little bit taller than she was, certainly not much, but an inch was still something! He arched his neck a little bit and slipped his arm a bit more through the jenny's feeling her body bumping him playfully. Xamir didn't try to do anything to get between them, he didn't make any comment save to give an encouraging grin and wink as he was led away, breathing in the sweet scent of the jenny in his nose. Oh she was soft feeling, the brush of a hip, the hint of her breast touching his arm, he felt flustered, excited, scared, his stomach twisting a little bit as he was brought to a neat little living room with a large leather couch tucked against one corner and facing a TV.

He didn't get a good look at the decorations in the room, his attention was stolen by the older jenny's hand sliding along his forearm, the fingers caressed ever so delicately along the line of forearm and his hand was drawn closer to her body. There was a brush, a caress, trailing right along her belly as his hand was guided there as her other hand continued to stroke his arm, the fingers delicately brushing along the curve of his elbow. She was touching him! It wasn't motherly, it was a gentle stroke as she held his hand against the sweep of her belly, feeling where the shirt was unbuttoned to allow his knuckles to graze back and forth lightly, inviting him to loose his hold on her fingers and spread his touch along the smooth soft hide. His heart gave a little flip flop, making him feel dizzy as the heat rushed to his head and he pulled his hand away from her own to stroke along her belly lightly. Her soft sound of approval only encouraged him as she turned her back towards the couch, stepping backwards with a playful smile on her mobile lips.

"See? Nothin' to be nervous about." She spoke softly, making Vanir lick his lips lightly and felt her hands moving to slide along his brother's jersey, drawing it along his pants. "You're quite handsome, darlin', but can't really see much with this jersey on, can I?"

"No.." He almost whispered the word as his hands moved to run along her belly, feeling the flannel falling along the back of his wrists. "I guess not."

Her hands were pulling at the jersey, what had been something that he thought made him look a bit more mature, suddenly seemed bulky and obtrusive. She gathered up the material, using it to pull him in closer so that her breasts were nearly brushing against the front of his chest. Lydia was smiling slyly, her eyes were bright and twinkling as the jersey was pulled out of his jeans and pulled all the way to bare his underbelly. He tried to tense up his muscles as she tugged the shirt up higher, letting out a pleased sound when his hands brushed higher and ran almost under the full promising breasts, though he stopped them. This was happening, this was really happening, and she was obviously enjoying being touched because she leaned in against him and ran her muzzle along his neck, planting a light kiss before pulling his shirt up and off him, making his hands move away from her belly.

He flushed, tilting his head down as his chest was bared, the smooth recently groomed hair was still gleaming so that the dark and light dappling was displayed over his belly and along his shoulders. He was well aware that he wasn't that muscular when compared to other stallions, he was too soft around the edges, especially compared to his brother. Lydia let out a soft sound and leaned forward to brush her lips along his bare chest, her warm breath tickled and made him shiver as his body flared hot as the jenny ran her hands around his waist. He let out a noise and moved his hands back to her, barely daring to dream this was happening as he ran his fingers along her waist and reached up towards the buttons of her shirt.

She kissed down as she didn't stop him when he popped a button open, instead she made a soft noise and her lips brushed against the dark bud of his nipple. Her fingers moved to trail along his waist, the thumb running along the edges of his pants so that he could feel himself reacting. There was no way around it, his sheath was swelling in his pants as she teased towards the small of his back and let him work his hands up to another button. She drew him closer as her tongue gave a gentle lick against his nipple and she let out a soft sigh of pleasure when his hands touched the underside of her breasts. He bit his lip and tried to stop a soft whimper when her teeth lightly gazed right along the base of his neck and made his pants tighten as the tip of his cock pushed out and caught against the front of his jeans.

"Go on, darlin', no need to wait for permission to take off my top." Lydia murmured and leaned back a little bit. "After all, I took off your shirt to get a good look at these dapples.."

She ran her thumbs over his shoulders, tracing along the dapples as he flushed and moved his hand up to the button that held the flannel shirt closed over those full heavy breasts. Her hands moved down towards her pants, her thumb hooking into them before he unsnapped the shirt and let the breasts spill free. The white fur coated orbs were round and perfect, larger than any filly in his own class, tipped with thick pink nipples that jutted out invitingly towards him. His cock surged forward, swelling heavier and larger, straining against his pants as he moved his hands up and cupped against the warm plush breasts, fingers curling along them and feeling the way they brush along the palm of his hands. He groaned out and dropped his muzzle, nuzzling lightly against them as his cock started to bow along the line of his pants as he tried to drop all the way.

Lydia's chuckle was warm and teasing as he rubbed his muzzle along her bared chest, his soft lips working around a pink nipple while her fingers tugged against his pants. He was suddenly grateful for Xamir's help in the bathroom, he could only imagine if he hadn't gotten any relief before coming here, he probably would have gone off already. He squirmed and arched his belly as her fingers caught against his button and gave it a tug, his tongue rolled under the nipple and felt the jenny moan out form his touch. He let out a muffled whimper as her hands unsnapped the jeans and loosened the material so his cock flopped out unabashedly into the air and along her gentle hands. He stiffened immediately, unable to stop himself as her fingers ran along the line of his cock, making him pulse and send out a splatter of precum to ooze down along the edge of his glans and onto the fingers. His lips worked down harder along her nipple, dragging and pulling in a hot stroke.

"Eager boy, aren't you?" Lydia breathed against his neck, her fingers teasing down his cock as his pants dropped down. "You ever been with a woman, darlin'?"

He couldn't think, the fingers rubbing along his cock made his hips buck forward harder as he flicked his tongue along the jenny's nipple, his hands wrapping around her. She was so warm and soft, delightfully so and her touch was so much more gentle than his brothers. Her fingers were more delicate and caressing, the strokes smeared precum over him as he nearly began driving his hips into her touch. He barely stopped himself, especially when her fingers ran up along his chin and lifted his head away from her bare breasts. His lips pulled from her nipple with a slick noise and he flushed a little as her fingers ran along the cock tip, swirling and rubbing as his eyes refused to focus quite right. His hands were moving towards the edge of her pants, but the touch on his chin made him blink at her grinning face. She'd asked him something, he knew she had, it was hard to recall when she was teasing over the tip of his cock oh so delicately and running around the edges.

"No." He finally managed, sucking in a breath and whimpering it out when his fingers squeezed around the tip of his cock and gave it a gentle pump up and down. "N-never been with any girls."

"Then we gotta teach you, don't we?" She murmured softly and reached her hand away from his face, and down her own body. "You want to be a proper stud like your brother?"

"Yeah." He breathed the words out, lowering his muzzle towards her breasts again, he reached up and cupped either side of her breasts, feeling the weight in his fingers with a gentle squeeze and kneed.

Her hands moved from his cock, but let him slip forward to push right along the line of her belly so he trembled as he stroked back and forth. There was a wet dribble of precum that was spilling over the edges while she let out a teasing murmur, nibbling down along the line of his neck lightly. He heard her pants being loosened the jingle and shifting of fabric while his cock throbbed along her and his teeth ran along her nipple. He moved his hands higher, cupping her breasts so that they were pushed up higher in the air and he could shift his lips towards the other pink nipple, leaving the other one glistening wetly. His body was trembling with arousal and need, clumsily trying to coax more noises from her throat as she slipped out of her pants.

There was a grip on his shoulder, squeezing firmly and gave a push so that he tensed up before he was pushed forward. His head jerked up as he realized that his brother had come up behind him, but he didn't have time to try and wonder what was going on, because Lydia helped pull him down onto the couch. The jenny's hands slipped around him and squeezed his hips firmly, tugging him down so that his knees dropped onto the leather and felt her legs lightly running along his outer thighs so he let out an eager noise and brought his focus down to her. The grey donkey was laid out beneath him, her back pushed up against the couch as she tugged him lightly and dropped down so that she was braced against the arm of the couch. His cock hung down heavily along the line of her belly, rubbing along her as she trailed her fingers down to capture the tip of his cock with a light stroke.

The hand on his shoulder didn't leave, but trailed down along the line of his spine making him squirm and twist his head to see Xamir behind him. The roan stallion grinned at him and teased his fingers right behind the line of his shoulders, sweeping downwards a little bit while Vanir tried to wriggle away. The moment he squirmed, Lydia distracted him, drawing her fingers down his length and shifting so that he was drawn to feel the softness of the jenny's body beneath him, her legs teasing his outer hips. She grinned up at him, her eyes lidded and her ears up, every naked inch of her stretched out beneath him as she drew his cock along her belly, her gentle fingers finding the most sensitive parts of his body to tease over the edges so he bucked forward into her hands automatically. His brother ran a finger down and trailed right along the base of his tail, making him let out a short noise and jerk his head up high.

"What are you doing?!" He snapped out angrily, his ears flipping back while Xamir let out a rich low chuckle, his thumb ran right along the underside of the tail bone so he squirmed.

"Helping you." Xamir grinned a bit wider, the fingers brushing lightly down lower while the couch dipped under his weight. "Isn't that right, Miss Lydia?"

"B-but I'm doing fine!" He protested, his words turning into a little groan of pleasure, his back arching while his cock tip was pulled along the mare's lower belly, his precum dribbling out as he watched her pull him down towards the dusky jenny folds hidden between her legs. "Mmmph... aren't I?"

"Yes you are, darlin'" Lydia shifted, her hips rolling up while Xamir's fingers began to tease down lower, his warm body slipping closer so that he could feel that his older brother was most definitely not wearing anything. "But you wanna learn how to move with a girl properly, right?"

"Y-yeah.." He huffed out, biting back a noise as the blunt tip of the cock pushed right up against her glistening cunny, feeling her wetness sliding along him while his brother's grip forced his tail up higher. "I didn't say you could!" He snapped out, squirming a little.

"Easy, darlin', he's just gonna help you get the motion right. You wanna please me too, right?" Lydia's voice was rich and suggestive, rocking her hips upwards firmly enough that his glans began to spread her open.

That's all it took, he forgot his brother against his back, the feel of his tail being coaxed higher in the air, he was lost in the sensation of the hot inner folds kissing against his cock tip. He moved his hands down to hold the donkey's hips, squeezing a little bit before rocking his hips forward in a slow arching push that began to wedge into her body. This was what he wanted, exactly what he had wanted, her body so warm beneath him, his slender form dropped along her, pressing against her as the first few inches of his thickened cock pushed into her slick passage. Her walls spread open around him, so warm and tight that he couldn't stop the little whimper from escaping his throat as the next dribble of precum drooled into her passage and was pushed inwards as he arched his back and sank the inches further and further into her body, feeling the quivering contractions tightening around him as he pushed his way in all the way to his medial ring.

She was tight, so tight, nothing compared to what his hand felt like or even his brother's mouth, she was smooth and silky, caressing around him and pulling as his medial ring ground up against her glistening cunny. He nearly went off right then and there, his cock tip began to spread open wider, rubbing through her as his balls tensed up, it didn't matter that his brother had tried to help earlier, all Vanir could feel was the pulsing contracting walls pulling around him and then there was movement against him. The warm tickling breath of Xamir's muzzle ran along his neck and the broad chest pinned him down in place over Lydia as something thick and hard pushed right up beneath the length of his tail. He let out a protesting noise, jerking backwards a little, trying to snap his tail down, but the strong hand kept it up as the far larger cock tip nestled right up against his pucker and the weight began to push him deeper into the jenny beneath him. Lydia's moan made a shiver run over him, his hips jerking forward as his medial ring pushed into her body with a slick sound.

"Easy, Van, you don't want to go off this early in the game." Xamir murmured in his ear as the too thick cock smeared gooey precum right along his dark anal ring, making him tense up. "Just let me help you, okay?"

"Mmm, what a lovely sight.." The breathy voice of Lydia made Vanir shiver, his hips pushing forward as his brother gave a rock forward, grinding and wedging the thick cock tip forward firmly, spreading his pucker open so the pony let out a little squeal. "Brothers really should help... ahh... one another.."

Vanir's ears were flushed, humiliated and confused, aroused and eager, and his hips were forced forward as his anal ring started to spread open wider and wider, the cock tip sinking in with a popping sound. He felt his walls straining around the cock tip, while his own spire was forced deeper and deeper into the jenny beneath him, pushing past her clutching whiles as his head was guided down towards her rich full breasts. His lips ran along them as he muffled a moan of pleasure and gave a powerful push forward, sinking his mottled girth deeper inside of her, feeling her growing tighter around his thicker base. He was throbbing, quivering, trembling as he felt his brother pushing into him one slow inch at a time, gliding over spots inside of him that made his body jerk and tense up, forcing him to drive himself all the way up to his sheath into the mare beneath him, keeping her spread open wide as his balls nudged right up along the curve of her ass.

He was pinned in place, he couldn't drag back with Xamir driving into him, he felt the way the walls quivered and contracted around him, suckling and pulling along the length of the spire. His precum spilled into her in copious amounts, dribbling over the edges from the opening of his urethra while he trembled and nuzzled into the plush breasts, his lips teasing over them. The roan pony let out a short snort and the blunt teeth gripped down against the curve of his neck as the medial ring popped into him, rubbing through him so his cock quivered and leapt inside the taut hold of the jenny. The hand on his tail pulled backwards as his brother did, the larger shaft dragging backwards and pulling his hips with them so he was pulling backwards, stroking through Lydia's passage and feeling her legs tighten around him as her sweet cry echoed in his ears as the thickness of his cock tip pulled along her tightening inner muscles before Xamir drove forward again.

Vanir squealed out, his cry echoed by Lydia's as he felt the shaft driving deeper into his body, splaying open the taut passage as the medial ring wedged past his anal ring and worked in deeper, his own cock was spearing into the jenny firmly as his balls hilted up against her ass again. He was shaking, his body feeling on fire as the roan hips pushed an ground up against him, the pale pink base splaying Vanir open wider and wider, almost painfully wide as he let out a short whimpering cry and struggled to pull backwards. He was only allowed to pull himself back when the weight lifted, dragging the mottled cock from his ass and letting him pull back from Lydia, his glistening medial ring popped free while he let out a weak squealing cry, his body quivering and trembling. He reached his hands up, cupping against the full breasts as Lydia writhed beneath him, her hips arching upwards, she was moaning for him!

Vanir hiked his tail up higher in the air, feeling the muscled chest pressing against him before Xamir drove downwards, thrusting forward and making him drive back into those silken slick walls all the way to the point that his sheath was pushed up against her puffy outer lips. Her fingers moved to grip his sides, digging in firmly and pulling him down before he was allowed to pull back. He could feel the swollen medial ring dragging through his body, pushing right along the line of his prostate so that his hips gave a sudden buck downwards before pulling back again. Lydia was so tight, her body suckling around his cock, growing slicker by the moment as he tucked his head down, his soft lips curling and teasing around one of her nipples, dragging along it as Xamir drove forward again, forcing him to hilt inside of the donkey. He couldn't control of his thrusts, the powerful stallion used his hips and the grip of his broad hands to guide every movement of his brother.

Vanir tried to struggle into his own pattern, but it was useless, he was caught and trapped, feeling the powerful cock plunging into his body, straining him open wide as he let out a shrill muffled sound while he driven forward again. He could feel the gooey strands of his precum being pushed out around the edges, drooling along the outer lips and spilling along his swollen balls as he was hammered forward time and time again. The teeth gripped harder against his neck, his brother grunting out as the thickest portion of the large base began to wedge into his aching pucker, straining him open wider and wider making his walls clamp down tighter.

"There ya go.. good lad..." Lydia breathed out, her fingers moved to run along his shoulders as Vanir let out a short whickering cry when he was driven forward again, impaling her unprotected body with his bare shaft. "Mmph... gods.. I love colts..."

The dappled pony flipped his ears back down against his head and bucked his hips backwards, impaling himself on his brother's cock and feeling his cock tip flaring open when the medial ring caressed over the most sensitive part of his body. He writhed in place, driving forward again and sliding his muzzle up along the line of the soft female shoulder. Her scent was filling his muzzle, he was swallowing it down, gulping it down while her lips moved up and reached for her shoulder blindly. He didn't think as he bit down, holding her much like his brother was holding him, giving into the guiding thrusts that worked against him. Each time he pulled back Xamir let him pale himself on that too large cock rubbing through his passage, the hot ropes of precum were flung inside of him and pushed in deeper by the powerful drives forward. It was all too much, a sensory overload that had him crying out, squealing and arching his back, feeling the plush breasts pressing against his chest as he tightened his hold on the shoulder, squeezing down tightly as he arched his back higher in the air.

The thrusts grew harder, shorter, his body tensing as he felt his cock starting to flare open wider, spreading and swelling, feeling the mare tightening around him as Xamir thrust faster, his medial ring dragging and pulling through his forcibly splayed body. It was all too much, the ridge of the medial ring plunging through and over his prostate, making him let out weak short cries as his balls began to draw up. The jenny under him arched up, helping to hilt herself on his cock as he squeezed his eyes tightly shut. His walls clamped down hard around his brother's cock, feeling every thick inch driven inside of her, tightening and pulling as his balls heaved up and pushed up the first hot rush of his seed. His brother didn't stop the wild thrusts, his body was being worked back and forth while the pony let out a shrill squealing cry and his tip spread open as wide as it possibly could and sent out a hot wave of creamy cum into the jenny beneath him.

The hot sprays erupted from him time and time again, spilling into the passage as Lydia brayed out in pleasure, her fingers moving down to grip his ass cheeks and squeezed, holding him tightly as his balls continued to work. He could feel the quivering powerful walls closing down around him, suckling and swallowing, dragging the cum from his body as her lips rubbed right along the curve of his neck, her moans music to his ears. Rope after sticky rope flooded her, pushing in deeper as his brother's thrusts grew harder, more demanding, the teeth that gripped his shoulder tightened painfully as Vanir let out a weak squealing cry of pleasure, the shudders ran down the line of his back as his orgasm was drawn out. His body shuddering before the larger stallion gave a rough thrust forward against his ass cheeks, forcing it upwards higher in the air while he dug his fingers harder against the jenny beneath him.

His walls squeezed around the too thick mottled cock inside, intimately feeling the that it started to swell open wider and wider, straining inside of him as the tip suddenly flared wide and he felt the hand on his tail yanking him backwards as if he were a filly. His humiliation was dimmed by the feel of pure pleasure that erupted over him, tearing over his body and making him jerk his hips forward, weakly dribbling out the spill of wet thick gel to slather the inside of the jenny beneath him before his brother suddenly yanked backwards. The flared cock dragged from his overly sensitive body, the thickened tip popped free with an obscene wet noise before Xamir pushed himself up to run right along his dappled back before the first splatter of cum erupted out. Embarrassingly, the heavy syrupy ropes were flung out against his back, spilling over him in wet messy rivulets that ran along his sides as he trembled and gave weak shuddering pushes upwards as he was coated in his older brother's cum. He could feel the wet warmth oozing along his shoulders as the roan pony lifted his hips up and the hands moved to cup against his ass cheeks teasingly, squeezing and stroking.

"Good boy.." Lydia murmured in his ears, stroking her fingers along the thickness of his mane while Vanir tried to catch his breath. "Mmm I do love boys that play well with each other."

Vanir couldn't decide if he felt proud, elated or simply embarrassed as his brother's teeth nibbled along the line of his neck as if he were a mare. The cum was smeared along his back as the softening cock draped along him. He'd finally been with a mare, but it certainly wasn't the way he had always envisioned it.