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"Step it up." Xamir's hiss was loud in Vanir's ears as they hauled the cart down the lane, the pair of them working to have matched gaits as he kept his eyes fixated on the ground in front of him instead of what was going on beside him.

His older brother was moving as smoothly as he always did, there was no hint of any other tone in the lads voice, he was simply urging his brother to show his best as they threw their weight against the harness and swung up towards the main estate of their master. The light carriage was barely more than annoyance as they pulled it, well designed enough that it didn't take much effort to get it going and keep it going, but today he was pulling badly. His steps kept tripping up, he kept jerking to one side with a little jump and scrabble whenever he felt Xamir coming in too close to him. Every time he did the whip was brought out and crashed against his haunches, a light snap that kissed against the side of his tail to make him squeal before he jumped forward again and Xamir only grunted in pain as it struck him. It served the other centaur right, it was a form of getting back at his brother for what had happened at the races.

It had been over a month since that day, but things had not returned to normal for both of them, though Vanir had wished to forget it. Xamir was more touchy than he had been, speaking softly with him in the evenings, often doing his best to remain close when they slept in the fields or else inviting him to stay in the same stall. They had acted that way in the past, but now it was tinged with the memory of his brother's shaft stuffing up under his tail and everything that had happened there. The humiliation, the anger and frustration were all lurking beneath the surface and soured their relationship until he couldn't even look at the bold roan stallion without a flush rising to his cheeks. He didn't want to speak about what had happened, he was grateful that Xamir felt the same in so much as they didn't exchange more than a few words together before things always turned strange and silent. How could he talk to the other stallion remembering what had been done to him?

The pair pulled up to the estate as they had done a hundred times in the past and he tried to lean as far away from the older colt as he could get as their groom came to undo them. The blinders on their bridles helped block out the sight of the broad chest, making it a little bit easier to pretend that his brother didn't exist. He was starting to wish that the threat to split them up and sell one of them off would happen, but the moment he thought about that he would immediately feel ashamed of himself for wanting it to happen. He should want to be with his brother, he loved him, in their own way, but things had changed and he didn't think they had changed for the better since the had come back from the races. He was still as pent up as ever, uncomfortably aware of the fact that his body was alive with the need to get some sort of relief and none of it was going to be happening until they had a chance to enter the next races.

"That grey is causing problems again. He's as skittish as a filly lately, have the trainers come and give him a good work over soon. I don't feel like dealing with that ugly gait when I'm out amidst my peers." His Master spoke with a gruff voice, annoyed and unimpressed with the state of affairs. "The roan is showing some promise, we can always use them singly if it comes down to that."

"Yes, sir, I'll send the message along." The groom answered while the hands were grabbing and holding the length of the reins to draw him away from the carriage, Xamir following with a light clip of his hooves against the ground.

I don't know what to think anymore, perhaps it'd be better if I were sold ,then I wouldn't feel so on edge all the time. _ He thought miserably and risked a glance over at his brother, the taller stallion standing with a flick of his tail, the glossy roan coat catching the sun like copper. _Why did he have to do THAT to me?!

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Xamir was frustrated and hurt, he was even angry as Vanir once again messed up a perfectly easy day of hauling the carts and made no attempt to pull his fair share of the load. He had been doing everything lately his sibling acted as if he had a burr beneath his tail. Ever since they had returned from the race things had been strained and he had done his best to allow his brother to have space with which to deal with whatever emotions he were going through and things would return to normal. But they never did, they remained strained and tensed up, both of them struggling to even get by with small talk, but it often turned into rather awkward silence towards the end. Vanir wasn't going to pull out of it, he was refusing to even try, he was ruining everything and would soon turn their lives upside down as they would be forced to be parted and sold off, either both of them apart or together, it wouldn't matter to the man that owned them.

The young stallion picked up his hooves as they were turned loose in their glorified paddock for the evening. They wouldn't be put in the stalls tonight, they hadn't done well enough to be given the gift of sleeping under a roof, instead they'd be loose for the rest of the night, even if it rained they'd be left out here to deal with things however they must. All because Vanir had spent the entire time pulling the cart jumping around like a foal finding their legs for the first time. Xamir ran his hands over his arms where they'd been bound, trying to find some relief from the faint soreness as he stepped through the long grasses and towards the distant dark grey shape that had taken up his normal spot beneath a distant tree to brood, or simply behave like a petulant child as he was punished for something he had known would get them both in trouble.

Enough is enough.. Xamir thought and snapped his tail a little bit, flicking his ears backwards as he saw the grey haunches turned back to him in a clear sign that he was going to be ignored. We are going to have to have a talk if he's going to keep doing this. It's not as if I did it because I wanted too! It was the only way to keep him from experiencing something far worse.

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The roan stallion flicked his ears back tight to his head as he continue down along the path towards the tree and started to get his mind in order. They had to come to a position where they were both going to be able to work together and behave together without trouble. I'm trying to help him, if he'd just relax a little he'd see that, the only reason we're here is because of what he did, and I've stood by him all this time. His copper tail flicked back and forth along the line of his haunches, dancing this way and that while flaring his nose a little bit as he drew in a breath. The closer he came, the easier it was to see the pose of the iron grey colt, the tightness of his legs and muscles, the way he was positioned to ignore the approach of his brother, despite the fact he knew that the boy had to have heard his hoof steps on the ground. His tail swishing a little faster behind his haunches as he rubbed his arms again, rather happy that his groom had unbound them.

Unlike Vanir, he did his best to get along with the grooms, he was given small reliefs from his normal torments, such as his wrists being left unbound so he could move them easily around or the times he was allowed to have a stall door open to go in and out of. If his brother could manage the same he might have been less worked up and angry all the time, he might have even found that there were things about this life that could be enjoyed even if they were slaves. He looked at the sleek dappled sides and the bound hands that were held against his waist still, they wouldn't be undone any time soon considering his previous behavior. He'd be trapped like that for some time if the way he was being handled was any judge, all because he was constantly causing problems.

"Vanir, you really didn't have to cause that much of a fuss today." Xamir murmured as he came closer, trying not to eye his brother's haunches.

"Will you just go away, there's plenty of room in here and spots for you to go." Vanir snapped back unhappily, his body stiff and defensive looking. It made the older stallion flick his tail a bit faster.

"Are you still angry about what happened at the races? You know if it hadn't been me it would have been someone else, someone harder on you then I was." He tried using logic as he stepped in closer, but his brother only began to lash his tail back and forth wildly behind him.

"Can you just not even bring that up?!" Vanir responded after a moment, and took a deliberate step away, his ears held tight to his head. "Why can't you just let it drop and forget it ever happened?"

"Because I enjoyed it, I think you did too on some level, certainly I think you weren't entirely unhappy with what happened." Xamir followed the side stepping as his brother jerked his eyes up, his face rather effeminate looking with those high cheek bones and soft lips. "We don't have anyone else except each other, Vanir, we can't sit here fighting just because you're confused."

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Vanir was ready to kick his brother in anger at being told that he was confused of all things. He wasn't confused! He hadn't liked a single moment of what had happened to him, how could it even be suggested that he had? He was snorting and shifting, his hooves hitting the ground roughly while the roan stepped in closer, almost pushing up against his side as he kept his ears back and tried to get away by stepping forward with his tail snapping down flat between his legs, curling them down as far as he could possibly get it as he felt the brush of his older sibling sliding up beside him as he had a hundred times. Normally it was just a comfort thing, a sort of mutual touch and bonding when they had had a long day, but now it didn't feel like that at all. His nostrils flared a little bit, sucking down a breath while the brush of the sleek side rubbed against him and one unbound hand slid up along the small of his human style back, stroking with a light touch.

"Just stop that!" He gave a jump and little squeal, trying to side step again, but Xamir followed him, the hand remaining resting against the small of his back. "That isn't funny."

"It's not meant to be funny, we're stuck in this together, you know?" Xamir reached out with his other hand and caught right under Vanir's chin. "They control everything with us, nearly everything, but there are somethings they aren't able to really hold over us."

"Stop that.." Vanir repeated as he felt his brother's hands sliding along his waist gently, the light stroke caressing along the small of his back, it wasn't an entirely fraternal touch at all. "I'm not your mare!"

"You're my brother." Xamir agreed easily and the thumb brushed over his cheek. "And I know how you feel, we've both been caught here, why shouldn't you have some relief? It'll show the humans they can't entirely control us, you know, and perhaps it'll help even things up between us."

"Wait.. WHAT?!" He jumped and squealed at the idea, his cheeks suddenly flushing red as the hand on his waist slipped down along his barrel, rubbing lightly along his damp coat, the larger body pressed up along his side.

Xamir's laughter was the only thing that answered him as his brother came in close enough that he was soon partially nudged up against the high fence, pressed upon it while a finger slipped along his chin and suddenly turned his head to one side and made him look at his sibling. He didn't have a chance to protest before the arms pulled him in close, he felt the sleek hide grinding along his chest and haunches before the roan stallion's lips pushed forward and suddenly claimed his own in a foreign feeling kiss that had him stiffing up in shock. His nostrils flared, his eyes flashed open wide as his brother's tongue flicked out and ran right along the underside of his lip, tracing with a delicate wet stroke that made him muffle a shocked noise and kick one of his hind legs out.

The hands were gliding around him, pulling him closer, rubbing along his bare chest in a way that was entirely wrong. Even if they hadn't been brothers, it was still wrong for a stallion to touch him that way, sliding along his bare chest as he squirmed and pulled his head back, only to feel the lips working against him more demandingly. They were soft feeling, working with a brush of tongue at times that shocked him while one of the hands trailed upwards towards the swell of his chest, gliding higher up in the air so that the finger tips ran right over his chest. It was a rub, a slide that brushed a thumb right along the nub of his nipple to cause him to jump in place and jerk backwards, his hind legs splaying a little bit in reaction before the thumb tip worked in a sweeping circle, fluttering up and down that caused a shudder to go down the line of his back.

"Just relax.." Xamir spoke against his lips. "The races weren't right.. it was all a muddle and the humans just make things worse, but we can make things better now with a bit of work."

"Xamir, stop it, this really isn't funny." Vanir stammered and swallowed as his brother moved his hands down his sides, he tried to jump forward, but the hands pressed against him. "I don't want to make this work! You're my brother!"

"Who better to make sure we're both taken care of?" Xamir answered and the hands rubbed along his barrel firmly, one of the freed hands moving down beneath his chest slightly. "I always told you I'd take care of you, we're just amending how I take care of you."

"Xa-AHHH!!" The small stallion jerked up as one of his brother's hands moved down to curl along his sheath, the touch sliding upwards over the heavy pouch and pulling back towards the base as he tried to side step away with his tail lashing wildly behind him.

It was such an invasive touch as the finger tips danced along the opening of the leathery pouch and curled upwards, the broad chest pushed right up against his side to wedge him neatly against the fence while he struggled to squirm away. He wanted to get away, he told himself he wanted to get away, he was nearly shaking as the touch danced upwards with a slow stroke that trailed up towards the base of the sheath and then back down again. The finger tips were soon cupped right beneath the underside while his body began to betray him. His body didn't care that he was being touched by another male, by his brother, his body reacted to the sensation of being stroked in an embarrassing rush as his cock spilled down over the finger tips, bulging out and drooping down beneath his barrel while Vanir's cheeks were burning hotly in humiliation as he tried to keep himself from dropping down even further beneath his belly.

The thick fleshy member drooped down further towards the ground, the fingers soon running up with a light stroke that rubbed right down towards the base of his cock with a gentle squeeze that had his hips jerking forward and his brother shifted with a stomp of his hooves. The finger tips were running around his glans, they cupped beneath it, the sensation something he had wanted for so long while trapped here, but not like this. He whickered and jerked backwards, trying to jump away as his fingers trailed upwards to let his cock slip free to fall down beneath him, nearly half of his length drooping out and still swelling even as the fingers released him.

"See? Not so bad, is it? You just need someone to take you in hand." Xamir murmured against his shoulder and the fingers gripped right back along the medial ring as it pushed free. "Remember how good it felt when you finally came before? How it had felt before when there was not even a chance of getting any sort of relief?"

"Please..." The younger stallion stammered, his hips jerking slightly in reaction to the fingers that flexed down around his base and then squeezed downwards with a slow pull, running nearer towards the swell of the blunt glans. "I can't.."

"I think you can." Xamir's other hand was running over his chest as the dappled stallion began to drop all the way, his pink and black cock soon swinging beneath him as it stiffened under his brother's attentions. "Just relax, Vanir, we're not home anymore. There are no mares here, no fillies, what other chance do we have unless we are taking care of each other, hmm?"

He was horrified that he couldn't stop himself, confused and squirming as the hand pumped lightly up and down along the length of his cock, working especially around the swell of his glans and pulled backwards to carry a smear of precum over his smooth flesh. His tail flagged slightly behind him as he felt the rubbing pump working against him, careful massaging strokes that had precum bubbling down towards the ground helplessly. His eyes closed a little while the soft lips of his brother rubbed along the line of his shoulder and he shuddered, his cock soon slapping under his belly in proof that his body was being roused up beneath the touch of the wandering fingers. His breathing came a touch faster, sides heaving as he felt the teeth running against his shoulder firmly as the fingers clutched around the cock tip and squeezed, precum was drooling down between the fingers messily as he set his hind legs apart to thrust forward.

"That's right, that's what you need..." Xamir rumbled and worked his hand back, gently pumping the length with one hand so that the dappled pony was shaking and letting out short noises.

"I.. th-this isn't right, Xamir.." He tried to tell him to stop, but his body was warm and flushed as he was humping forward into the hand, it felt good, he wanted more, he wanted to feel it kneading against his medial ring, smearing the precum heavily against him.

"It's right, anyone would understand..." The hand on his chest rolled up to brush one of his stiffened pink nipples, catching it to roll gently. "We do what we have to do here."

The pull against his nipple caused him to hunch his back and squeal a little, the rolling fingers that ran back and forth made him feel warmer, the nipples stiffening in response to the playful touches. His sides were heaving with each heavy breath as he started to hump forward with short shallow bursts forward to push through the hand holding onto him. Would people understand why he was doing what he did? He could imagine what his village would think, but they were so far away that he couldn't linger on that imagined disapproval while the hand began to work firmly around his cock tip, pumping him with smooth pulls that tugged along the edges and the thumb swept up to slide back and forth. The precum bubbled up to splatter down between the digits before the fingers began to work along his nipple a bit more firmly. The gentle rolls soon became a light tug that made him flag his tail high and shudder, it felt like it was a switch, turning him hot and on fire, his sides heaving rapidly while stomping his hooves and lunging forward in another thrust forward.

"See? I told you, this is what you need.. what we both need." Xamir's breath was quick and the fingers pulled back, sliding from his stiff hot cock entirely, leaving him slapping wildly under his chest without a single touch.

"D-don't stop." Vanir opened his eyes and blinked, not quite concentrating as his brother moved a few steps back, the movement bringing one thing clearly into view. The mottled shaft was bobbing beneath his belly, the dark black tip glistening wetly. "Oh god.." He snapped his tail flat down along his ass, only to hear his brother laughing.

"Don't worry, I don't want that, if your hands were free, it'd be easier to manage, but I think it's only fair if we both get some relief, hmm?" Xamir's nail lightly ran right over the tip of his brother's swollen nipple, causing his cock to slap harder beneath his belly. "Don't you want to be fair?"

"Fair.." Vanir blinked his eyes slowly open, it was hard to think, his body was throbbing and beating wildly with roused need, the finger pads tracing along the overly sensitive nipple. "I.. what do you want me to do?"

"Just use your mouth on me, then I can reach down and we can help each other, that's what we both want, right? You're certainly enjoying it." Xamir offered softly, the finger pad sliding lightly back and forth, the rubbing strokes pushing upwards a little before the sweep down again made him shudder.

"Y-yes.." He panted, his eyes a bit wide, why was he doing this? This was so wrong, it was his brother! He was trying to come up with a reason on why they should stop, but as he did, his shoulders were pressed and the roan body stepped forward, the fingers sliding away from his chest.

He wanted those hands back where they belonged, longing to feel them sweeping down along his aching hard shaft once more. It was with those thoughts that he dropped down onto his forelegs, his knees hitting the ground with a thud as he was put down on eye level with the roan stallion's underside and the cock that was swinging up under the belly with a lewd wet slapping noise. He could see the dark black tip, the pink splotches that ran over him while the hands slipped down along his haunches, his brother walking forward to stand head to tail with him while the fingers slipped down to brush right along the line of his belly once more. The touch sweeping with a gentle rub right around the swollen base of his cock and made him let out a groaning cry, splaying his hind legs before lowering his torso beneath his brother. He tried to wriggle his hands free, jerking slightly, but it was a useless fight, there was only one way to give back to the older stallion.

The cock jabbed around loosely, slapping and flinging precum right up and over his head, splattering over his nose messily until he leaned forward and rubbed his lips right up against the glans that was aiming towards him. He did his best to pull back, trying to get away as the black tip hit hard against his cheek and smeared the mess against her, the scent of musk filling his nose as hands wrapped down along the length of his spire. The smooth stroke caused his entire body to shudder in pleasure before he leaned his head under, it was only fair. His brother was giving him pleasure, it might be wrong feeling, but it was something more than he had had before. The younger stallion turned his lips up and ran his tongue along the underside of the veined cock that jabbed upwards, probing and seeking against his cheek and neck before pulling back far enough to feel the tip jabbing up against his soft plush lips.

He didn't know what to do! Vanir's lips opened as the tip pushed forward to part his mouth open as the swollen black glans stuffed itself into his maw and over his tongue, making him muffle a short shocked squeal. His hips hiked up while both of his brother's hand began to work in slow pumping rubs, curling right around the medial ring and squeezing tightly to make him shudder and buck downwards into the touch. His mouth was filled with the shaft that lunged forward, plunging into his muzzle with a powerful stroke that sent a hot stream of precum that was splattering the back of his throat, causing him to squeeze his eyes shut at the salty taste, his lips working up higher and swallowing around the spire that was pushing into him, the hind legs splayed open.

Some part of him realized that they were a matched set, his own cock was pink tipped where Xamir was dark tipped, both of them mottled with dark and light colors around the base, his eyes looking over what appeared far too large as the next thrust drove in deeper. His tip was being squeezed, kneaded gently, rubbing back up towards the medial ring while his hips jerked forward in wild little thrusts, it felt so good to held like this. He needed more, he wanted more, his body was beating with a rush of fire as he suckled along his siblings shaft, letting more of it stuff deeper, trying not to choke when the blunt tip punched towards the base of his throat to push downwards. His breathing was ragged and wheezing slightly, struggling around the length before pushing forward and then drawing backwards to let himself suck in a clear breath. His body was on fire, throbbing in a wild beat of his hearts as the fingers squeezed firmly around his cock tip, both hands pumping in a warm slippery hold to keep him on edge.

He couldn't help himself, his shame was melting away as he began to swallow and drag his lips down the length, struggling to swallow more down of the smooth flesh that was smearing with his own saliva. Precum was rolling down his chin as his tip began to flare, his head bobbing forward without thought as he moved his lips higher up against the length and then pulled backwards again, feeling the hot pump of precum erupted out in a stream, flung deep down his throat before she squeezed tightly. He suckled and massaged along the mottled heavy length, struggling each time his brother drove forward in a sharp thrust that drove the tip into the back of his throat. He was nearly choking around it, struggling with the sheer size before it pulled back out again, slipping free with messy strands of saliva coating the edges of his lips.

The fingers suddenly clutched around his swelling cock tip, the gentle touch squeezing down and kneading, pulling upwards again with a sudden tug that had his entire body stiffening in response, his breath erupting out and muffling a groan. He started to pant shallowly, his tail whipping up and down as he felt his cock swelling wider, his own mouth so stuffed full of brothers shaft that he could barely make a noise as his balls began to churn and work, heaving up tight between his legs. His tip opened wide, as wide as it could go while he felt fingers closing down around him, leaving him to swallow down around the cock, suckling the length of it before muffling his short cry of pleasure. His body hunching oddly as he kept his eyes tightly closed with the rush of pleasure that rushed higher up and spilled over him, his cock tip opening wide to send out a hot stream of cum to pour out against his forelegs and the ground.

Xamir's hips kept pumping against him, thrusting and working forward, keeping him on edge while bobbing his lips forward with short powerful bobs back and forth, dragging backwards and pushing forward as the hips kept jabbing down against him. He was being nearly choked on the young stallion's large cock, his throat filling out with the tip cramming down into him while his own shaft continued to pump out rope after heavy rope of his seed outwards onto the ground and spilling along the back of his forelegs messily. He was humiliated by how eagerly he let himself go, how his tongue was lavishing over his brother's shaft and feeling the tip popping in and out of his throat, nearly choking him as it began to fill itself out. He gulped down, tensing down and dragging his lips over the edges so that the jerk backwards nearly popped free before the next thrust forward.

He was calling out, the rough high pitched noises refused to stop, they were muffled as he heard his brother's deep groan of pleasure before the cock drove into his throat again. The tip began to swell wider and wider, straining and bulging as she gulped down with a stroke of his tongue. The mess of his saliva coated the edges while he balled his bound hands up into fists, feeling it starting to pry his lips open wider, making his jaw ache as it was pushed open as far as it could possibly go, his body locked up in place while the next thrust drove itself home. He was jerking backwards, struggling as the hands played around his flared cock, the flesh drooping down and softening against his brother's touch while the tip burrowed into his throat. He was almost choking at the taste of it, coughing and arching his back before Xamir let out a rough cry and shuddered.

The cock began to pulse in his mouth, twitching and quivering messily before there was a wave of hot heavy cum pumping out to splatter into the back of his throat and over his tongue. He jerked backwards with a coughing sound, struggling back as the salty creamy mess was coating his mouth, rushing over his tongue to make him pull away, struggling with his cock swinging down low between his legs while it softened before the tip fell free. It popped out before a hot glazing of the cum erupted out against his face and cheeks, splattering over his chest while he coughed and shuddered, gulping down a breath while his chest rose and fell. The last few streamers coating against him messily, marking him with the rank scent of stallion as his brother moaned above him, the hands resting right along his haunches, rubbing and kneading gently, stroking over his dappled hips.

"Gods... That was good. I wish we had known earlier we could have attended one another's needs like this." Xamir spoke above him and shifted, hooves thudding while Vanir tried to struggle up. "Whoa, easy now, Vanir. You're a mess, someone is going to see that we've been doing this."

"Ugh.. you could have at least warned me." He was embarrassed face flushed, but he couldn't get up as Xamir lifted his foreleg and pushed it down right along the small of his back to keep him pinned down where the softened cock was hanging above him.

"I know, I'll do better next time, but for now I need to clean you up so we don't arouse suspicion." Xamir's voice was a bit rough. "Sorry, I'm afraid this isn't the neatest way, but at least it'll work in a hurry."

Vanir didn't have time to ask what his brother meant, he was trying to get back up as the haunches swung around so that the softened black cock tip was bouncing around above his head. He was given no chance to brace himself or even know what was going to happen before a stream of golden liquid erupted out from the tip and hit hard right against his face and head. The piss streaming down along his cheeks as he coughed and sputtered, trying to get away as the rank male scent marked him, washing away the glaze of cum from his chin and cheek, spilling down his chest and a froth of the hot liquid. He was unable to shake his way out from under the stream, letting out a short squeal as the taste and scent of it filled him. He moved his head to one side, but that only meant that the stream ran down along the line of chest and down towards his stomach, hot and dribbling. His own cock drew backwards, pulling into his sheath while he let out a few angry protests, but they meant little as Xamir emptied his bladder all along his cheek and chest.

After what felt like an eternity the young stallion's foreleg moved and the last dribble fell down along the shoulders as he tried to jerk backwards with a sudden leap upwards. He stumbled backwards, tail tucking down tight between his legs as the cool air kissed against his wet cheeks and chest, jumping his way all the way backwards while his brother moved to one side. Xamir didn't look offended at all, there was an amused look on his face while his brother spit and sputtered, feeling wet and used, glaring over at the roan stallion heatedly.

"Don't give me that look." Xamir shrugged one shoulder. "If they found out what we did, we'd be separated. And I promised that I would look after you."

"This doesn't feel like you're looking after me." Vanir answered sullenly, but his body was relaxed, his sides still rising and falling with swift breaths. It had felt so good to have relief, even if his brother had been using his hands and he'd returned the favor, it had felt good. Not at all like what had happened at the stable and races.

"Don't worry, you'll get used to it. We do what we have to in order to survive this, remember?" Xamir smiled and moved up beside him, bumping their warm furred sides against one another. "Just think, you won't have to go to bed feeling frustrated anymore as long as we're together."

"I guess..." Vanir answered and twitched his ears back. He still felt ashamed, embarrassed, but at least his balls didn't ache and for the first time in several days he wasn't thinking about how hard it would be to kick in the fence to try his hand at a few mares. Even the horses had started to look good.

"It's alright, I know what I'm doing." Xamir spoke with absolute surety and slipped an arm around his waist and gave a pull. "I know exactly what you need."

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The days passed and then the weeks, in that time Vanir found himself more often using his lips or hands on his brother in a confusing rush of need. At first it had always been his lips, but he had eventually begun to behave well enough that he no longer had to have his hands bound up when he wasn't working. He was embarrassed by what they did together, he didn't really like it, at least that's what he told himself, but many a day ended with him humping and grinding against his brother's hands, or kneeling down to one side so that his muzzle or hands could work over the mottled length. Xamir seemed to have no shame, quite happily doing whatever he wanted and when he wanted, instigating the acts that Vanir went along with. Sometimes even 'rewarding' him on days he was behaving with their Master by walking forward and moving his hands down to make sure that his brother ended the day relaxed and spent.

Sometimes he tried to protest, he stammered and said that he had no interest in being his brother's mare, but Xamir always talked him out of it. Every argument he made in his own head was turned on it's ear whenever his brother talked to him, the smooth convincing voice made it harder for him to understand what was going on. He began to enjoy it, horribly, he sometimes began to drop even seeing his brother come closer, anticipating those hands on him. He felt like it was all some sort of trick, something shouldn't have worked, but he couldn't deny the fact that his body loved the feel of the hands against him. He was so confused, he was always feeling confused, it was almost a relief when the Master left for a week to attend the auctions and they had been chosen to pull the carriage. It meant he would have time to really think about the situation and consider how he felt about it. At least, that's what he had assumed...

"You did wonderful today, Vanir.." A light clap against his haunch made the younger stallion jump forward with a little snort and pulled his ears back as his brother came up behind him in the narrow paddock. "I know it's hard, I hate the man, but it's helping give us a little more freedom."

"Maybe one day we can even have a mare or two." Vanir sighed a bit, and tried to ignore the way his brother's hand remained on his haunches, teasing lightly.

They had stopped at another estate, one near the city where the auctions were held and they were set out in a pasture that was abutting the field where they kept the actual horses. It wasn't a comfortable situation in the least bit, but the scent of mares didn't exactly affect them as badly as it might have affected others. He was honestly grateful for the relief he had been getting given that in the past the sight of the horses and mares would have been nearly unbearable to him. His brother seemed to be at ease at well, not going to the edge of the fence line, instead the hands slipped against his hips as the older stallion leaned against his side in a way that was becoming increasingly common between them. They touched each other easier anymore, though it often made Vanir flustered, he didn't even protest the stroke running along the edge of his hips, kneading with a gentle stroke that he knew would mean more.

"Yes, that would be nice, we could even share them." Xamir laughed softly and the touch danced along the line of his side. "But I have found myself missing them less as of late."

"Nnff.. you really shouldn't, it's not nearly dark enough.." Vanir protested as he felt the hands rubbing to either side in a way that made his cock start to droop from his sheath in anticipation, it was nearly dark, but it was light enough people were still awake.

Xamir laughed softly and the touch slid up higher, the stallion's arms slipping around his waist so that he nearly felt them brushing near his sheath. "I know, but do you really want me to stop?"

"I.." Vanir wanted to say yes, but his cheeks burned as he felt the fingers nearly touching the opening of the heavy pouch, a few fat inches of his cock hanging down beneath his chest. "No."

_God, can't I even tell him no?! _ He shifted his hooves and tried to move his way around so that he could be better accessible while the young centaur only slipped his hand down to cup his glans briefly and followed him about.

"Gods, you are just impossible to resist, you know that?" Xamir laughed a bit and leaned his bare chest forward right along his brother's haunches. "Will you stop squirming like that!"

"I'm not doing it on purpose!" Vanir protested and then shuddered as the hands shifted towards his shoulder. "Come around to my side, I can't do anything to you back there."

"Mmm yes you can." His brother responded and the broad chest pushed up against his haunches lightly. "How about we try something different today, my lovely mare?"

"I'm not a mare!" Vanir squealed out in sudden protest and gave a hop jump under the press of his brother's body behind him.

"You're close enough for me, and don't lie, you know that a stallion wouldn't have used his lips on me the way you have." It was a logical counter argument that made the dappled colt stomp and shudder slightly. "Or let me clean them up the way you enjoy me cleaning you."

"Don't say that!" He stammered after a moment, his cheeks burning hotter as he tried to step away from his brother, only to be stopped as soft fingers curled down right between his legs, curling right against his leathery dark balls.

"Why do you want me to stop?" His brother persisted and squeezed the heavy round orb, the gentle squeeze curling with a delicate touch that made his shaft start to drop down further, drooling closer to the ground. "Don't you enjoy the way I can make you feel, pretty mare?"

Vanir shuddered as the fingers rubbed up, the thumb rubbing just between the swollen testicles in such a way that had his cock begin to swell open wider and wider, drooping towards the ground in silent testament that his body enjoyed the touch. It wasn't the first time Xamir had affectionately called him a mare, but each time was just as embarrassing as the last. It wasn't just that he was being called a mare, that was embarrassing, but it was the fact that he had begun to react to the name as every time his brother slid up to him and called him a mare his body was thoroughly teased and worked up. It was hard to protest that he was a mare when he quite happily used his hands and lips on his brother's shaft, the taste had even become something he enjoyed, though he didn't like to admit it, especially not when Xamir was quick to push his boundaries to see how far he could go.

The hand slid up higher, rubbing along the swell of the balls, curling the fingers towards the sheath that was bunching up near the base as his cock was flopping out to swing between his legs. It felt good, he shuddered and shifted ever so slightly while the fingers teased him and heard his brother's rumbling laughter. The other hand moved towards the base of his tail and he suddenly stiffened as the fingers curled around the base, sliding it upwards lightly. It wasn't forced, it was coaxed, teased and tickled, worked and making him flag it slightly in reaction before he tucked his haunches down and took a step forward in belated protest. His mind was treated to a visceral memory of his brother on his back, the powerful sawing movements inside of him, and his shaft stiffened with a slap underneath that caused him to open his mouth to try and tell his brother to stop.

"My dappled mare..." Xamir rumbled and pushed the tail up higher. "You know this is where you are supposed to be, you're even flagging for me. You don't have to pretend you don't want it, no one is going to judge you."

"Please Xamir, don't say that." Vanir answered and shuddered as the equine chest kept his tail up, the hand on his sheath moving away to push against his sides.

"Then perhaps I should show you, my mare.." Was his answer and Vanir's eyes snapped open wide, belatedly trying to swing his haunches out from under his brother, but it was too late.

The roan stallion lunged up and reared, the forelegs curling up and scrabbling against either side of the haunches to pull at him firmly, tugging backwards so that he was nearly falling back beneath the strawberry roan chest that pushed up and over him. Xamir's hands moved up, grasping his bare shoulders firmly as the weight pushed harder up against the line of his haunches and he splayed his legs with a short shrill squeal. A few of the horses in the next pasture looked up from their sleep, peering at them curiously, but he was trying to steep out from under the warm masculine weight as his brother pulled himself up higher, the forelegs curling tightly around his barrel and the hands slipped over the spread of his bare smooth skinned chest. It was wrong! This was wrong! The thought faltered as he felt the hips sliding up and the larger shaft suddenly slapped up between his legs, jostling against his balls, the hands pressing against his chest and gliding.

"Easy, shh... that's right... You know this is what you've been wanting, I've seen you looking at my cock when you lick me." His brother murmured in his pointed back ear as the heavy shaft probed along his haunches. "Get that tail up, Vanir, hold it high for me."

"Oh gods.." The dappled colt shuddered, his entire body stiff as he felt hands moving along his chest with a light stroke that brushed right against the stiffened perk of his nipples that made him swallow down a noise. "I.. Please.."

"You're mine, Vanir.." His brother rumbled, a finger catching his nipple and pulling up against it with a drag that made his cock flex up roughly beneath is belly. "You were made for me, you know it. You want it. Just listen to that body, you're nearly on fire to be mounted, you don't have to pretend you don't want me to. You don't have to act like you're not enjoying feeling me on your back."

The words were coaxing and rumbling, a rough masculine sound as the firm fingers caught and curled around his nipple as if they were playing with breasts. It startled a moan from his throat in reaction, he couldn't help but feel the fire burning through his body and loins, he loved having his nipples played with. He had tried his best to hide it, but his brother had figured it out early on in the game and shamelessly used it against him to keep him in line and this time was no exception. He knew he wasn't a mare, this wasn't what he wanted, but at the same time he was humiliatingly aroused by the feel of the legs clutching against his haunches and the stiff slimy cock probing upwards while he struggled to keep his tail held down and over his tender pucker.

The hips arched, jabbing slightly as the fingers pulled down along his nipple, the pressured smooth hold making him cry out and his back arched upwards as the cock tip swung up and bounced off his inner thighs with a smear of precum coating his dark grey tail. The bare chest pushed against his back, the arms wrapped around him as hot breath blasted against his neck, it was an intimate sensation while he was being held, making his heart leap in his chest. He knew what it would feel like, being filled up so deep, his body impaled until he couldn't stand it any longer. The colt shook, his legs tensing up, but his tail slowly raised itself for his brother. There was no force behind lifting it, he bared his dark thick pucker to the young stallion that nipped the back of his neck with an eager grunt, the hind hooves prancing slightly.

"That's right, my beautiful mare." He growled. "You want me inside of you, don't you? You have been thinking about the first time together, I knew the moment I sank into you that you had been made for me, Vanir. You knew it too.."

The cock tip jabbed up against his pucker, the hot smear sliding against the thick opening as he hunched and shuddered, his eyes widening as he was pulled backwards while the forelegs tugging firmly backwards to pull him a step back. His nipples were hard and swollen feeling as the fingers curled, they had grown puffy and thick, thicker than a normal colts and his brother teased them to make his cock slap under his barrel. The cock tip pushed upwards against him, smearing thick rivulets of wetness against him while his forelegs splayed out to brace himself, the heavy weight pinning him in place as his cock remained stiff beneath his belly, needy and jabbing at nothing. His nostrils flaring open, he wanted this , he wanted it. He was horrified when he opened his mouth and a whicker escaped him, a feral sound.

"Yes.. I want you inside of me." He admitted, he could hardly believe the words escaped, but they did, they left him and his brother rumbled eager laughter before arching upwards.

"That's right, Vanir, you've always been made to be my mare.." The fingers curled along the nipple, turning it lightly to make him squeal out as the blunt dark cock tip jabbed hard up against his anal ring and began to drove forward.

The young stallion called out in shock as he felt the walls being pushed open, his entire body locking up in place while the tip slowly peeled his walls open and pushed in deeper, the tip working and edging with a thick splatter of precum to help ease the way. His legs were stiff, locked in place, his breathing coming in wild bursts as the hot tip pushed its way deeper inside of him, steadily piercing in deeper and deeper. Xamir's thumb caught right over the tip of his puffy nipple, rubbing back and forth as the pressure grew and the swollen cock tip pushed over the spot inside of him that made his cock leap up wildly and sent a stream of precum hitting against his forelegs with a messy spill that ran backwards and rushed down along the back of his ankles. He squealed a little and jumped, a jerk upwards and drop down before the next few inches were driven into him, Xamir's rough growl echoing against his shoulder as the teeth clamped down.

He was being held exactly like a mare, the hold clutching him greedily before his brother pulled out, the tautly stretched ring pulled backwards with a wet suctioning sound that caused him to jump and shudder. His cock jabbed roughly against his chest, drooling streams of precum to fall down against the ground as his breath came out in a ragged squeal at the next push forward that rocked through him. The sheer size of his brother's shaft stretched his ring open wide, stretched open and clinging around the mottled girth that began to sink further into his bowels, causing him to step forward, being rocked with the buck into his body. His tail was held up high and he leaned backwards, panting shallowly, he was horrified to hear the little moans that came out of his throat as his chest was clutched and squeezed, one of his nipples pulled from the base all the way to the sensitive hardened tip.

He clutched around his brother's cock, Vanir was lost in the sensation of his brother working inwards, the medial ring catching against his pucker before it was stuffed forward with a sudden push that popped it inwards before the next drag backwards. The inches pulled their way from his passage slowly, tugging and struggling against his muscles that were clinging tightly around him. The precum that bubbled up from him was thick and heavy, darkening the back of his forelegs as his brother's hands shifted, the teeth clenching down harder. The forelegs yanked against his haunches, forced to be dragged back against Xamir's haunches as the cock plunged into him with a wet squelch, messy precum pushing out along the edges and back towards the heavy drooping balls. The rough rattling stroke causing him to tense up, head jerking backwards a little bit when the swell of the base began to pry the walls open wider and wider, forcing the walls to mold around the large length that rubbed through him steadily, working with a little pump.

"Gods.. that's right, my perfect mare.." Xamir grunted out and pushed his tip in deep, the last few steps walking forward until the haunches were cupped up against his own, the heavy balls jostling against him roughly. "You have needed this, haven't you? Wanted me inside of you?"

"Yes..." Vanir hissed out and then whickered as the hips dragged backwards again, his cock slapping wildly under his belly as he arched higher up and gave a thrust forward against nothing.

"What are.. nnf.. you, Vanir?" The next thrust rocked him forward and his weight nearly dropped, forelegs locking in a struggle to keep upright beneath the powerful movement.

It was too much, his body was throbbing with fire and need both, his cock drooling messily and growing thicker as he tried to thrust against himself. The precum that was coating inside of him made his passage slippery and warm, the obscene slurping sounds of the shaft pumping in and out were terrible and embarrassing, but all he was thinking about was the need that was growing deep in his chest. His breathing coming out raggedly, rising and falling before the cock drove in deep and hard again, the balls crashing up against him. He squealed out, sounding like a filly as his brother's hands reached and grabbed his waist, his head moving to press against his own brother's heatedly. Xamir's rough grunts echoing in his pinned ears as the glans probed inside of him, keeping him on edge.

"I'm a mare!" Vanir squeaked out, head leaning back as the cock dragged back a few inches before the next rough thrust that hammered into him with the loud slap of flesh on flesh.

"My mare.." Xamir commanded, his voice rough and dominant as the pumping movements dragged through his body, Vanir's mind on fire with growing need that refused to quiet.

"Your mare." He amended, cheeks burning, but his brother's hand lifted to suddenly force his head to one side and their lips met.

It was a hot full kiss, the sort he would see lovers use, it was more invasive than even the shaft sawing in and out of his stretched aching body, it was a tongue pushing between his lips in a demand to be answered. Vanir moaned out, his cock flexing and slapping louder as he felt his balls drawing up tighter between his legs as his tongue lapped against Xamir's. He didn't feel like a stallion, he didn't even feel like a colt, he felt like a mare as the body rocked harder in shorter thrusts, the medial ring standing out and dragging through his body with wet bucks and plunges. The colt's cock began to swell between his legs, blossoming out while he felt his lips mashed tight, the tongue swirling and curling, probing him with the soft lips pressed dominantly forward. A hand grabbed his thick maned head and kept it held tight as the dappled centaur shuddered and started to shake.

He was horrified to moan against his brother's lips, the sound in a rush of pleasure that didn't care that it was his brother fucking him like a little mare, he cared only that he could feel his balls pulling up tight and heaving, twitching and quivering. He was trapped as the first tightened movement pushed a surge of hot streaming cum up along his urethra, his swollen cock jabbing out in the air while he began to clamp down harder around the cock thrusting into him. His brother was wildly working, driving and heaving forward, impaling his brother time and again, brutally taking him and forcing the walls to stretch open to the widest point as the legs tugged harder backwards. Every thrust and shove that pushed along his taut anal ring helped another stream of creamy cum to go spraying out to the ground uselessly.

He whimpered, his own lips working against Xamir's, feeling the hand sliding over his sensitive nipples, drawing against them while the roan young stallion let out a shrill rough noise, his forelegs tightening and clinging. He felt the hard edges digging against his sides before the thrust forward nearly knocked Vanir to his knees before the cock tip spread open deep inside of his bowels, prying his walls just that much more open as the last few thrusts were ragged, desperate, the balls clapping up against him and rolling one another together before he felt it happening deep inside of him. Something he couldn't stop as the blossoming cock erupted out a stream of white hot seed inside of his vulnerable anal passage, a thick pressured stream that caused him to jerk his head back.

The grip on his mane tightened and his brother swallowed his whimpering cries with a tongue that was shoved deep into Vanir's mouth. The quivering cock pumping and twitching, belching out great rivulets of the cum within the passage and streaming so deep that the younger colt felt as if he should have been able to taste it! His legs shaking and locked in place as his tail twitched up and down, the little movements pushing up against Vanir as he was flooded with stallion seed that was uselessly seeking out something to inseminate. His walls locked up and squeezing, milking over Vanir's length while some of the thick creamy seed was pushed out around the base of the shaft, the movement squelching out before the lips pulled back. He felt sticky and used, his forelegs painted in the messy semen that had fallen all over the grass. His chests were rising and falling, legs shaking as his brother nuzzled against his neck, fingers sliding against his waist as the cock began to soften inside of his aching anal passage.

"Mmm oh that was far better than when the humans had you tied up." Xamir murmured and nipped right against his neck. "Tight little mare, I told you that you needed this.."

"I'm not really a mare, though." Vanir protested weakly, his hearts pounding while his ears were deep red, only to feel his brother sliding a hand up over one of his thick nipples teasingly.

"Maybe not, but you will always be mare enough for me." The lips nipped again, a stallion biting a mare he'd just bred, and Vanir was horrified to feel his walls clamping down tightly, reacting to the dominant hold on him.

It seemed like an eternity before the legs loosened along his hips, the slimy used cock slithered free with a wet noise before popping out with a slurp and a stream of hot cum fell down between his splayed hind legs. Vanir could feel it dribbling form his dark violated pucker and licked his damp sweaty lips as his brother dropped back down to all fours, leaving him with his dark tail hiked up high behind him to keep it out of the mess. The firm hands moved up along his side while Xamir came up close to him, rumbling a little bit as Vanir felt him stroking along his dappled back passively as the young colt remained locked in place, ashamed of how he had acted. Why was he acting like his brother's mare? He knew he wasn't, it was just because they had nothing else, that was all...

"Can I mount you next?" He asked, his voice cracking a little bit as he tried to save some face, only to feel his brother's teeth teasing his shoulder in a nipple that brought Vanir's tail up higher.

"Why should you? Mares are meant to be mounted, and you are a mare." Was the response, the hand sliding and kneading against his hip before the colt moved up in front of him step by step. The mottled cock was messy and drooling some hint of cum still as his brother swung around to stand with his side facing Vanir. "For now, it's time for you to thank your stallion and clean him up."

"WHAT?!" Vanir squealed in shock, stepping back a touch, but his brother only moved out to curl a hand along his chin, rumbling a noise that sent a shiver tracing over Vanir's dappled body.

"You heard me, on your knees.." Xamir's command had no request there, demanding and masculine as the smaller stallion stared up at him. He looked down at the slimy shaft and swallowed nervously. "When you've been mounted you're supposed to thank your stallion, it's traditional.."

The grey centaur didn't know how he should respond to that, his cheeks were too high points of color, but at least this was something he was used to doing. The touch of his brother tracing down his shoulder was a feather light tickle, hard to ignore as he slowly dropped down onto his knees beside his sibling. Perhaps if he behaved, his brother might stop calling him a mare every time he was in the mood. Or maybe he could prove his mouth was far better than anything under his tail could be for the other centaur.

But it felt so good... A traitorous voice in his mind spoke up as he leaned forward and ran his tongue along the first messy inch of the glans. It was that voice that was causing all his trouble..