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ONE BEAT

The feel of three hooves on the ground scrambled on slick asphalt, the hit of it made Edwin stumble as he heard the screams and cries. The noise of it filled the world and made him ignore the gut wrenching pain of his foreleg in favor of moving towards the screams. The world was narrowed down to pain and heavy breathing that was filled with a chemical scent that made him dizzy as he saw smoking twisted metal in front of him. The screaming cries were plaintive and high pitched, growing ragged as the unicorn stallion hobbled and tilted his head down to the mangled car. He ignored his pain, the sound of the screams were what mattered, the sound of it screams and the person causing them.

<I'm coming. Just hold on.> He broadcasted his thoughts to the creature trapped. <Don't stop calling, I'll find you!>

TWO BEATS

The feel of oil and water splashed his pale coat as Edwin used his horn and neck to push the broken door open. The scrape of glass slashed his shoulder, spilling a hot thick splatter of blood to the ground while he forced the door all the way open. He heard the ticking of the engine while he dragged himself forward with a slight flinch and shiver as glass raked against his bent knees. He could have used his telepathy to move it, but he slid his horn out to move bits of metal out of the way. He could see movement that was just in front of him as he listened to choked sobs. He had a get through, the ticking of the engine was like a warning screaming through his mind. He could feel his broken foreleg screaming with pain as he shoved as seat to one side and saw as slight young man in front of him. His chest was thick with blood, but his eyes were wide and alert, filled with tears and terror.

“I'm stuck…” The lad gasped at him, the ragged sound made him prick his ears up as he hauled himself further into the car.

<Its okay. I'm going to help. Just hold on.> Edwin tried to crawl in further with a suppressed groan of pain. <I'm here. Don't worry.>

THREE BEATS

The clicking of the engine grew worse as the young man grabbed his mane and held on, he dragged himself forward and dropped his broken leg. The pain was screaming through him and made his heart leap up as he tried to ignore the agony. The sound of gasoline and chemicals grew worse the further he went, but he couldn't worry about that at the moment. All he could worry about was getting out and praying that help came soon. He felt the young man's hand and legs helping him as he stepped out into the night air. The clattering sound of his hooves loud sounding while he folded his ears down flat. He hunched his head down and let out a squealing cry as he launched himself forward. His long leonine tail snapped loudly as he broke through and there was a crackle behind him.

“Hurry… we have to go.. “ The young man got up, trying to help him as Edwin caught a flash behind him.

<Run!!!> He sent his warning even as he reared up to throw his body against the humans.

The crash of his body jarred his broken leg before the world erupted in white hot fire. It poured out around him and the last thing he heard was his own equine screams of agony while the boy collapsed beneath his weight.

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Four Weeks Later

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The beep of the monitor was a constant in Edwin's life, the sound of it crackled in the backdrop as his breathing came in rasping noises. He had been here for what felt like a lifetime and he didn't feel that it was going to change any time soon. He shifted slowly on the bed and savored the feel of being somewhat pain free for the first time in days. Whatever new drug they had introduced to him was truly working it's magic and he was able to life his head a few inches from the bed and blew out a breath. He blinked a few times, clearing his eyes and stared out over the bridge of his muzzle. It should have been solid silvery white, but it was mangled with a patch of raw red open burn wound. His muzzle was twisted about thanks the wound, making his breathing turn ragged.

Four years ago he had been elated that he had come through the Change. The day of the summer solstice had been a joy for him as his body had changed and grew into the shimmering silver form of as unicorn. He had been given exactly what he wished for with all his heart. The loss of his hands had been a small price to pay, the beauty of an unicorn stallion was something that many admired. He had always known deep inside that he was truly more than human, to have it reaffirmed with this change had been something that left him feeling nothing more than a rush of pure joy and delight. His father, also a unicorn, had been so proud of him for keeping pure to make the Change, it had been the best day of his life as he had been celebrated by nearly all of his family.

It had also meant that a change had been meant to his life with his father. He had used to have a good relationship with the stallion, he had been eager to learn about the culture and happy to learn at his hooves. Once he had been changed into a young stallion, their relationship had turned sour. What had once been a relationship between father and son, turned into dominant and submissive. An adult unicorn stallion wouldn't stand for another stallion in his home that he wasn't able to dominate and that put them at odds far too often. He had finally moved out as things had grown almost physically violent, but he could hardly blame his father for it. It was instinct so deep that neither one of them could shake it, finally coming to a stop only after he had left, then life had been better.

He had spent four beautiful years learning how to behave and use his body, he had flirted and had his share of interest from females and plans for the future, but life didn't work that way.

The car wreck wouldn't have injured a human as badly as it had him, but humans were able to sit and be strapped down, he had been lying on the floor of the van and had been largely unsecured at the time. It had thrown him clear of the worst of the wreckage, but he hadn't come away unscathed, not at all. He didn't recall most of the accident, all he remembered pain and fire before he had been placed in the hospital. He had been told that he had nearly been killed helping the driver of the car that had struck them, but he couldn't remember it. It was lost in the pain that has consumed him while he had been rescued. He had thought he would die of that pain, but his body had pressed onwards. The doctors had refused to let him go.

They called me a hero. I don't even remember why… He thought with bitter pain. At least they could have let me go with dignity. I am ruined. The fire destroyed me should have killed me.

That had been four weeks ago, four long weeks. Four weeks of pain and machines beeping, medication and scrubbing as his wounds were cleaned out and kept dry through the worst of it. The modified hospital bed barely cushioned his twisted foreleg, but it at least allowed him to be moved with ease. That was something, at least. He grunted and lifted his head, the burns that ran down his nexk sent a stab of pain over him.

The burns covered one side of his body with ragged lines that twisted down the length of his side and towards his legs. He had only been allowed to see the extent of the damage once. It was a ruinous mess if his sleek silver hide, marring it with black and red with deep slashes to expose the muscle in many places. They were severe enough he couldn't use normal bandages, he had to leave them exposed. He tried not to think about the scarring that the doctors murmured about, the talk of how badly and deep the skin would twist. He turned his head back to look at his haunches and grunted out in pain as he felt the burned skin pull.

"Do you need something?" A familiar female voice made him flick his ears up, flinching at the burned one felt raw. "More pain meds?”

Edwin slowly turned his head and did his best keep himself from stirring the pain even worse from the extension of his muscles. His breathing sped up slightly as the young nurse came in, making him flinch and turn his head about with a shuddering twitch of his coat. Laura, the nurse, made a soft soothing noise to him she came in and worked to slide her hand beneath the line of chin to help him move. Her features softened in sympathy while he lowered his head back into a sling that had been modified for his use. She was his primary nurse, the one who seemed to be unaffected by the ravages of his burns and the sweet scent of her was warm and soothing. Her fingers ran through the spill of his mane, smoothing along neck as she settled him, easing the stabs of pain as best that she could.

<I am sorry. I was trying to see how bad off I was.> Edwin mind sent, his voice slipping in and out thanks to a drugs. <Please, no more drugs yet. I am actually awake for once and I'd like to remain that way, at least for a little while.>

“That is not a good thing when you're in this much pain.” Laura murmured soothingly and tried to check the lines of the IV. “You are better off sleeping and healing. Being awake and fretting will do you no good.”

<I will sleep my life away!> He protested and jerked his head up briefly to look at her. <I want to see how badly I'm ruined.>

“You are not ruined!” Laura carefully raised the sling up so his head could be held on a level with her. “You just need to heal, you are are hero.”

He pulled both of his ears back in annoyance at the word, he wanted to snap back with something sharp and angry, but he stilled his tongue with effort. He didn't remember any of it. Everything that had happened was a blur of pain and darkness. He didn't care what he'd done then, what he cared about was seeing what had become of him. He knew it was bad, he was hurt enough that they had spoken about trying to do cosmetic surgery on him to try and make him heal, but they point blank refused to let him look in a mirror on his own. It would only distress him, they said, he was still in the middle of healing and things took time. They had a hundred different reasons why he had to remain where he was and allow himself to be drugged back down to dreams whenever he actually felt awake.

<Why won't you let me look at myself?> He asked in a slightly pained tone, lifting his head up as high as he could manage. <I can see parts, but can't I at least see a mirror?>

“Because you'd have to get out of bed.” Laura answered, her eyes softening a little bit at him. “Your leg needs to be coddled, you broke it badly enough that it will require more time to heal and you're not a human, you put more weight on it.”

<You could bring me a mirror.> He ventured as she began to adjust his pillow for him, taking care not to move him too suddenly.

His body was throbbing with pain again, he could feel it trying to swallow his thoughts while he tipped his head down and drew in a steadying breath. The pain was always a backdrop to his thoughts, even when he was well and truly drugged he could still feel it nibbling at his sanity. He had never thought about how badly burns could hurt until now, but he stopped himself from making a protesting noise as she even went so far as to adjust his haunches, shifting them to one side. He let himself relax a little bit, his nostrils flaring out in a soft breath when she smoothed a hand along the untouched portion of his back. Her fingers were always so gentle, he could relax into them when they swept against him as they did, feeling the light caresses that caused him to sigh out softly.

“You'll be going home soon.” Laura said with a slight smile. “Your father has applied to the hospital so that most of your care can be handled at the estate.”

<The estate?> He felt a slight twinge of unease as he shifted on the hospital bed. <Surely I'm not healthy enough for that yet?>

God, Father will be all over me and trying to control even when I so much as try to use the bathroom. He thought with a twinge of unease and fear uncurling deep inside of him.

“You will have a nurse, have no fear, but I think you would do better with family to support you.” The nurse hesitated with a slight smile on her face. “It won't be for a few more days, we're going to want you off the IV before you go home and they have a last round of antibiotics to make sure infection has no chance to set in.

<Alright.> He tried to keep his mind voice from leaking his emotion as the dread uncurled in his stomach.

He knew his father would be trying to help him, that's what father's did after all, but the idea of being trapped in the large estate with another stallion made his stomach curl up in worry. If he were very lucky, Hector would simply boss him around, trying to make him bow his head submissively and oversee everything with an overbearing presence that would make him want to scream. If weren't lucky, his father would grow aggressive and possibly violent as Edwin began to grow healthier. The moment he was seen as a threat to his 'harem' he would be bullied and his limits pushed, his father would want to drive him out. The paternal side would want to help him, the stallion would want to stomp him into the ground, which meant he had no idea what would happen. It wasn't going to be restful, no matter how hard he tried, which made him feel a sick little lurch in his stomach.

He didn't ask for the mirror again, he simply resigned himself to the fussing before he felt the drugs start to sweep him back up into their comforting hold. He hoped that his father had talked to his mother about this, at least she would be a reassuring presence through everything. Perhaps he could convince the old stallion to have him sent back to his home where he would be able to recover in peace. His long tail even stopped twitching as his head began to droop back down again. His worries were slipped away thanks to the narcotics and his lips parted open, his thoughts began to slide back to the happier sweeter memories he could barely recall with his sire. When things had been less tense and more welcoming. It was his only regret about taking on the Change. If he had been human, they would have continued a strong relationship together, but the past was the past.

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Edwin's transition to his father's home was one that left him both humiliated and frustrated as his father had taken control of things with his normal dominant presence. The older stallion hadn't listened to a single protest that he had offered to the situation, instead Hector had arranged everything quickly and efficiently. He had lived a long and successful life and with that life came enough money that he had been able to recklessly spend it to make sure that everything was set up properly. It didn't matter that Edwin could have gone to his own home with a nurse, no, his sire wanted him under his eyes while he recovered. He knew it was because he cared, but caring wouldn't stop him from growing aggressive the stronger he became.

The hospital had removed him from the room with a great deal of fuss and enough pain meds that he had only the haziest of memories of the trip to the house, but that was for the best. Because it was during being moved that he actually was able to see the ruin of his body thanks to a window set in the hall. He had been out of his mind on drugs, but he had still looked and been horrified by what he'd seen. He was sure he was healing, he had every indication that things were getting better, but that didn't stop his body from being over half burnt. His entire side was splashed with red angry burns that had ravaged his mane until only a few thick strands were left along the base, the rest was growing short as a foal mane. His eye had gone milky colored, the burns along his face severe as they ran from the base of his horn all the underside of his chin.

The burns were deep, deep enough that parts of his skin was twisted and muscle had been melted away entirely to cling just against the bone. His form was twisted, especially along his barrel and chest. He would never be graceful and beautiful again, he would never even be passably handsome. He was twisted with his neck stiffened from the burns, his mane wisps of hair growing in rather than the thick silky fall that was meant to lay along his neck. He didn't even have that to hide what had happened to him. Even if his coat did grow back, there were places so burnt that he knew there would be no covering them. He looked monstrous, and only the drugs had kept him from bursting out into tears.

Hector had arranged for everything without consulting Edwin at all, instead, his sister Jamie had been the one to explain what it was all about. He was no longer given a bed as he had been at the hospital, but he was hooked into a harness that allowed him to take the weight off of his burns and broken leg, while not being as awkward as having to tuck his legs beneath him. The harness could be raised or lowered depending on his need, while pillows had been placed below him so when he was lowered he could relax on them. His old bedroom had been entirely transformed for his use and no expense had been spared on his care. It didn't make him feel one ounce less an invalid as he was overly dependent on their care.

He was healing, at was at least hopeful, but the healing was painfully slow especially for his leg. An equine leg was far more difficult to heal thoroughly than a human one, so he was left lame and hanging in the sling most of the day with a dependence on the television for his entertainment. Day by day the drugs were weakened as the pain grew less, but the burns still looked angry and horrific to him. They chased along his entire side, lashing along his belly and onto his chest. He had been told that eventually he would begin to grow hair over them, but it would be years and there would be no hiding the scars unless he did dramatic surgery. It was more than enough to leave him moping while his family cared for him.

He had always had a big family thanks to the fact his father kept a harem of four women, most of his siblings were half-siblings and he had decent relationships with them. Most of them had moved away from home, but a handful still lived here, including his younger brother who had hopes of taking the Change himself and three of his sisters. They took turns caring for him, making sure he had company, that he was able to take his meds or be fed on time. His father, wisely, avoided him at every turn to try and keep themselves from fighting the way they would have naturally been inclined to indulge in if he had been well. He felt isolated, alone, for all that his family took care of him, his inability to walk robbed him of much of the mobility he craved.

Several weeks after his arrival, he indulged in a fit of melancholy that was embarrassing to say the least, but he had woken up tired and embarrassed for himself and it had only grown worse. He was tired of hanging like a lump, he was tired of watching TV and he was very tired of the same view each and every day. He had tried lying down and getting up, but neither position made him feel an ounce better so he finally had the curtains drawn shut to block out the light, shut the door and simply stood in the dark angrily. He knew he was pouting, but everything had changed and he couldn't think of any other reaction he could give, he was helpless as a foal and entirely dependent on his family. It was in the middle of his sulking that his full blooded sister came to see him, and she wasn't about to tolerate it.

“You're acting like you're thirteen again!” She snapped with a little anger to her voice as she came into the room. “Do you want me to put on sad music for you?”

<Shut up.> He snapped and twitched his ears back towards his head. <You don't understand what it's like.>

“And you sound like you're thirteen.” She retorted and closed the door behind her before she began throwing open the curtains to let in the light. “I can't believe how you're acting! You should be grateful you're alive, and you've even been in the papers for what you've done.”

Edwin winced a little at the light being let in, twitching his ears back as his sister cast the darkness away. Jamie was the only full sister he had and she was a force to be reckoned with even at seventeen. She took after their mother, she was tall and athletic with raven-black hair and equally dark eyes that made her look more exotic than normal. She was their father's darling thanks to the fact she was outspoken and quite intelligent, frequently spending time in the library for research and she was a borderline rebel. She was always running around with different crowds, heedless of the trouble they might bring her, she seemed to be more eager to simply explore new things and possibilities. The strength of her personality reminded him of Hector in so many ways, but a more tempered version.

<It's hard to be grateful when you're nothing more than a glorified swing.> He responded bitterly and lashed his tail behind him, swinging a head back to look at his marked side. <You'd think I could at least walk with a cast on.>

“Poor baby.” She said and there was a sarcastic edge to her voice as she turned to face him and then frowned a little bit. “God, when was the last time you bathed? It smells like horse in here.>

He felt his ears go red in humiliation at that question and set them flat back to his head as she came in closer and made a show of sniffing. He did get bathed, but it was sponge bathing and mostly it was just to keep his burns cleaned. He didn't think he smelled bad, he didn't do anything to really get dirty and he was sure that he was being careful of himself as best that he could do in this situation. His younger sister always made him feel as if he were two inches tall when she spoke to him that way, and he just ducked his head down a little bit as she moved and began to pick up the pillows that had been set under him as his make shift bed. She wasn't going to let him wallow in his self pity, which made him snort a little bit while he tipped his ears back flat to his head. Who was she to say how he should feel?

He tried to build on that anger, his nostrils flaring a little bit as she worked to get the worst of the pillows out of the way and then glanced around. Jamie had full use of her body, and she didn't have to look in the mirror to see herself being seen as some sort of scarred freak. He whipped his tail around back and forth behind his haunches as she left the room and went into his bathroom without so much as another word to him. He didn't have to ask what she was doing, he could hear the water running and the fight drained from him slightly as he realized that she was intending to do something about the horse smell.

<I have a nurse, you know.> He sent and shifted, his three good hooves settling a little bit more firmly beneath him as he strained to look into the bathroom. <I'll have her give me a proper rub down.>

“No you won't, you're too busy flinching everytime someone looks at you to let them touch you.” Jamie responded with a snort, coming out of bathroom with a heavy pail of water that was steaming as she placed it down a few feet fro him. “So if you're not going to let someone help you, then I will.”

<That's enough! I'm not going to act like an invalid!> He snapped angrily, his temper rousing as she left and came back with a bottle of soap as well as several heavy duty wash clothes.

“So you're only an invalid when you want to sulk?” S he asked, her eyes glittering a little bit with annoyance. “At least I can make you smell less like a horse.”

<Jamie, come on! I've put up with enough.> Edwin shifted on three legs, his broken one still dragging uselessly as the harness tightened when he tried to take a step back.

His sister didn't respond to him or stop what she was doing as she reached down and pulled her shirt off. She didn't show an ounce of shame with the act, flashing the dark black bra and covered breasts as the heat began to suffuse his face. He did his best to keep his eyes flicked to one side so he wasn't staring at her, but it was a struggle, especially when she was all but showing herself off to him. She didn't even hesitate when she undid her pants, unbuckling them smartly and pulling them down along the swell of her hips. He was nearly sputtering with outrage as she stripped to nothing more than a bra and panties, his ears set far back on his head before she rolled her eyes at him when she straightened up.

“I'm not getting my clothes soaked and smelling like wet horse. I'll get a shower afterwards. Stop acting up.” Jamie responded to him, and he glared at her, trying to ignore the way the burned flesh along his eye tugged oddly.

<Maybe I prefer my sister in clothing.> He said flatly and then sighed, there was no use trying to protest when she was in this mood.

“I'm wearing just as much as I would if I were wearing a bikini you know.” She said and pulled the warm bucket of water closer. “Just tell me if you're still tender, I want you clean, not hurt.”

Edwin sighed and just nodded his head as she soaked the cloth in the warm water and just did his best to not feel as humiliated as he wanted to. Jamie meant well, she always did, she was just straight forward about her intentions most of the time and that made it hard for him to argue against her. He dipped his head down a little bit while she ran the soaked rag along his back, working around the nylon of his harness as she did so. It was so warm it was nearly hot while it trickled down along his sides and back, not at all unpleasant as she worked to get his coat soaked in the warmth. She was careful to get as much liquid as she could onto the rag before squeezing it down his back, loosening the harness so she could get beneath it, while still making sure that if he fell it would catch him. Despite her harsh tone, she was remarkably gentle with him, making him lose some of his edge.

He kept his eyes fixed firmly away from her, uncomfortable enough that his half naked sister was in the same room with him, he didn’t have to be reminded that she was the one working over his coat. The liquid flowed down his legs, coating his hooves as she carefully got him as wet as she could, massaging the warmth into his hide. His ‘bathes’ before had been little more than touch up work, cleaning his wounds and giving him a short scrub down, this was more lingering as she worked even the length of his tail before she turned to the bottle of soap she had brought out with her. He hadn’t thought about how uncomfortable he really was until she began to clean him, her clever hands very careful over his half healed burns.

He relaxed himself into it, closing his eyes almost all the way while the soap began to massage its way into his coat, his head lowering a little bit. Jamie was as careful with him as she would have been with a child, and her fingers felt so good at the most sensitive parts of him that he couldn’t help but droop his head nearly all the way down. His breathing turned slow and steady, nostrils flaring wide and relaxing again as he flicked his ears back to listen to the soft humming song she engaged in. The soap was lathered and worked down the remains of mane, carefully caressing his tense muscles and he nearly groaned out in relief. His nostrils twitch, drawing in the warm sweet scent of the soap and the lighter scent of his sibling.

It felt as if she were washing away some of his depression and tension, his aggravation that his father was controlling him was pushed to the back of his mind as she went end over end on his tail. Her fingers curled almost sensuously and he found himself tensing his stomach muscles at times in reaction. She didn’t just give him a cursory scrubbing and rinse, she massaged his sore muscles and caressed him, rubbing her hands along him smoothly so that he was almost put into a doze from the pleasure of it. She knew exactly where the most sensitive parts of his body were, where she could massage with powerful digs of her fingers and where she had to give a featherlight touch. Her soft humming just lulled him further as she worked along his chest, careful of the bare patches of exposed skin, and taking a care not to wet down his cast. He forgot some of his sulking anger and simply enjoyed the attention that was being lavished on him.

It had been a while since someone had touched him with any real tenderness. The nurses and doctors that had cared for him handled him carefully, but there was no touch meant to really comfort like this one. He flicked his ears to either side and let his head down to the side while his twitching tail even calmed down in the face of the attention. He hadn’t been around most of his friends, he was too nervous to think about what they would see when they looked at him. It was bad enough he had seen pity in his father’s eyes, but that had removed him from a source of comfort that he longed for. His tail slowed and dropped, his eyes mostly closed as he felt her fingers sliding along his good foreleg, caressing downwards towards his cloven hoof.

He wasn’t particularly paying close attention to anything except feeling warm and clean as the water began to run over him again. The contained fall of it swept against his sides while the soapy hand kept stroking him. His muscles began to close their tense state while he felt the fingers slipping along his bare chest and underbelly, hardly thinking anything of it until he realized that the finger tips roamed even lower. With a shock, he realized that he had been dropping out of his sheath while he was being pathed. It wasn’t arousal, it was simply that his muscles relaxed and other parts of him began to relax naturally and he hadn’t been thinking about it. It had simply begun to slip free of the sheath and hang low along his stomach, filling out and growing heavier naturally. He hobbled slightly to one side with his ears going back as he felt fingers gently cup beneath his glans, immediately making it try to retreat back into his sheath.

“Stop over reacting, I’ve seen you before.” Jamie said, her voice amused as she used her other hand to wrap the length of him firmly, but gently. “You do want to be clean.”

<That’s enough of that.> Edwin put in, the drowsy feeling falling away to a harsher emotion as he tried to step away from her touch.

Her laughter filled his ears as she refused to release his cock and he realized that he was more helpless than he wanted to think about. Three legs didn’t give him a good balance to struggle with and the harness effectively kept his steps limited when he did shy to one side. She didn’t have to yank at him or threaten him, he couldn’t do anything as she began to slide her hand along his base and stroke lightly, smoothing slippery soap over his dangling pink length as he felt an angry hot flush rise to his face. It was a flush that made his burns ache while he attempted to pull his cock tip free of his sister’s touch. His sister! The idea made him slightly sick as she worked one hand down his length in a caress that wasn’t unpleasant in the least bit. It was sensual.

<Stop that!> He snapped, putting force into his mental voice while he felt panic rising as his body began to respond in a very unbrotherly way.

It was natural that he begin to thicken, the sensation of being touched was pleasurable, but the fact it was his sister should have stopped him. He snorted and pulled against the harness, his movements were stilted as she caressed down towards his tip and gave it a gentle massage. Her fingers deft against him, caressing with just enough pressure that his length began to spill out in full from his sheath, swelling and twitching slightly. God, it had been so long since he’d been touched in any intimate fashion that his body eagerly responded to the touch no matter what his mind felt. She caressed him, running the slick soap over the smooth flesh lightly, her lips curled up in a slight smile that was anything but sisterly and he couldn’t do anything to stop her.

“I don’t think you want me to stop.” Jamie answered, her voice slightly husky as she worked her fingers up towards the thickest point of his base. “Do you?”

<I do!> He snapped, his eyes showing an edge of white as she pumped lightly along his cock and his hips gave a sudden snap and jerk forward.

It was out of his control, his body was surging ahead of him and not caring what he felt about what was happening. He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t think, he was trembling in place as he felt the dancing touch clamp down harder around his cock as he hunched his back up and pushed forward. The guilt and humiliation of what he was doing was only growing as he realized that his sister well and truly held him trapped, making him respond despite his anger. It was wrong, it went against everything he knew as his cock was smearing precum along her finger tips, twitching eagerly while she worked her way back up again. She deliberately lingered along his medial ring, fingering over him until his cock tried to flex up, swinging just as a horse’s might and he felt the heat pounding over his cheeks. He tried to stop his haunches, but she refused to let him have a break as she guided her touch back down towards his oh so sensitive glans.

She knew what she was doing, she gathered up the strands of precum to spread outwards, working it over him and pushing down towards his medial ring as his cock tried to flex back up against her again. His heart leapt painfully in his chest as he let out a short groan, his head tipping forward as she leaned in against him oh so intimately. He hopped backwards, struggling to yank free when she cupped a hand back towards his low hanging balls, the hold rolling them before he pulled them out of range. This was beyond wrong, he knew it, and his outrage only grew as she let out a rich sweet sound and pumped her hand rapidly right along his cock tip, coaxing his treacherous body to thrust into her touch helplessly, even as he was shaking in his attempt to stop it.

<Jamie! PLEASE!> He screamed the words into her mind, trying to shock her into leaving him go, but she only pulled her hand up towards the base of his shaft, making it slap up again.

“Don’t you want a little attention, brother dear?” Jamie purred. “Maybe you’ve just been needing a little encouragement to do more than simply sulk in here.”

<Stop it! Now! This is wrong, if you don’t let me go-> He started to threaten, his breathing coming in short bursts as he watched her move a hand down between her own legs, sliding against the fabric that hugged her hips.

“You’ll tell Father? I don’t think that will end well for you.” She answered as he humped forward again, his surging hips working despite himself.

He hated his own body that he was reacting this way, that he could be brought to a level where just feeling the hand aroused him and he couldn’t stop it. He was disgusted, and he still wanted more, he still wanted to feel the fingers working over him and pumping, the gentle slide and tugs that built up made him let out a ragged little noise and give a leaping thrust forward. His hind legs splayed open wide to balance himself as he choked out a noise from deep in his throat. And he watched as his sister began to slide her panties off, the damp material slid down as he found himself transfixed and frightened. He wanted to scream for help, to summon someone in the household to drag her away from him, but he had no doubt that anyone who came in wouldn’t see Jamie being the one that was seducing him. And their Father… he wouldn’t see anything but a young stallion after his females, no matter it was his own daughter.

Jamie slipped her panties entirely off, her curved nude frame sidling in a little closer, only her bra covered her, but it wasn’t her breasts that he was looking at. She used her hands, end over end, drawing over his length to keep him stiff and erect while he panted in short heavy bursts, shuddering and hunching forward each time she found a sensitive area to run her fingers against. He couldn’t stop himself, his body was charging ahead of him with a flush of hormones and need that ignored his humiliation and cared only that the female kept caressing him. Precum webbed along her fingers as she let out a low pleasured noise and moved beneath him, her body slid right against his chest as he glared down at her. He tried to will her away, to find a way to strike out with teeth and horn to drive her back, but his body betrayed him. God, his body wanted relief so badly.

It was an ache that formed low in his stomach and only grew worse as his own sister’s bare ass pushed back and slid his cock along the soft smooth skin. She used her shoulder to brace his broken leg, making sure that it was out of the way as she rolled back against him, slipping her fingers free. His bare cock was achingly hard and sensitive, he couldn’t think past the desire to feel the fingers gripping around him again and all he was given was her bare curved body. He was shaking, trying to deny it as she rolled her hips and tipped her ass higher in the air, pushing it right against the underside of his stomach as his dripping cock slipped down form her rump and probed her inner thighs. It felt so good, and so wrong, tears welled up in his eyes as she rocked back, guiding his glans right to her plump bare mound.

He choked out a sound from low in his throat, unable to stop it as he pushed forward without a thought, sinking himself into her body and feeling her taut outer lips stretching open around his aching cock. She was wet, so slick and warm, it was almost unbearable as he pushed his way inwards and heard her moan out beneath him. He had never wanted to hear his sister moan that way, but he couldn’t help but hear it as she pushed her way back onto his cock, inch by slow inch. Her little rolling thrusts made him feel her passage tighten around him, the powerful muscles gripped and pulled, teasing him in deeper as he gave a thrust forward that drove his medial ring past her outer lips with a lewd wet popping noise. He grimaced slightly, trying to ignore the noise, but he was already dragging his hips backwards, slurping free as she moaned out her pleasure.

There was no escaping those sounds, the sight of her beneath him was an affront, taunting him with just how far he had fallen as his cock tip spilled out another eruption of thick precum right into her passage. He drove forward, sinking his cock in further, spreading her and stretching the tender walls tight before dragging backwards again. He didn’t have the brace of both forelegs, but Jamie oh so eagerly helped him by rocking her hips back, the little arch and press built up the pressure. He was pushing into her, his body not even stopping when he groaned out and felt the stab of pure humiliation that he was letting this happen. She was impaling herself, forcing the thickest portion of his base right into her tautly stretched form, grinding his tip right upon her cervix.

The precum spilled out hotly, an eruption that flushed deep inside of her as it churned and mixed with her own arousal. It was all smearing along his cock tip, thick lurbicant that slipped over the outer lips and worked to ease his way inwards as every buck and twitch downwards plunged his length in deeper and deeper. He felt her walls spreading open wide, the contractions that rippled over him pulled him in deeper while he grunted out and gave another rough thrust forward. His eyes flashed and he closed them tightly as he choked back another sob, hating himself, but he was driving himself into her instinctively. He couldn't make his hips behave and go still, no matter how he tried he was driving down against his sister as she pushed back against him. The inner walls gave another flex, the contraction squeezing while she rocked against him with a throaty moan of pleasure. She was writhing in delight, impaling herself all the way back down to his sheath as his tip prodded as far as he could go inside of her.

Edwin let out a shrill squeal, the sound bursting free as he felt his balls heaving upwards, his tip began to flare open wider and wider. The stretching glans gaped open as far as it could go and it was throbbing slightly, the little twitches and quivers slathering another rush of precum right into her body again. His hips were twitching slightly, tensing up with a quiver as his tail lashed behind him, feeling her pushing back with a low ragged sound. She was drawn tight around him, deliciously clinging and suckling over his length until he lost track of everything except for the rush of pleasure surging up through his body. His hind leg splayed, the harness creaked as he put weight against in attempt to drive into her passage as far as he could go. There was no stopping the orgasm that rushed up beneath the surface, surging forward without restraints as his body began to tremble.

Shame suffused him with pleasure as the first twitch and quiver sent up a rush of thick hot cum right into his sister's passage. The hot eruption poured into her as she pushed her hips back against him, grinding while her walls milked and contracted tightly, drawing more and more into her body. His hips kept twitching and quivering stirring his seed into her, pushing more out with lewd wet eruptions that flushed ever deeper. His heart was pounding in his chest as he tipped his head down with a low throaty groan, the shame starting to rise up to nearly choke him. He could hear his sister's moans, the soft sounds that came as she rocks herself back on his hips as if she were savoring every moment of his utter humiliation. She was using him for her own pleasure, completely and entirely, leaving him shaking on three legs as she slowly began to still while his flared cock began to soften inside of her passage.

“Mmm oh that's better...” Jamie let out a low laugh and slipped forward, dragging his softening cock free with a lewd slurping noise.

<Why did you do that?> Edwin couldn't keep the shamed pain from his voice while she popped his tip free with a messy spill and moved out from beneath him.

“Because I wanted too, obviously.” Jamie's lips twitched up as she moved to the side, his seed clinging to her lips, making him look away in horror. “Oh don't look so upset, who else is going to want you now?”

That blow struck him hard, bringing his head up as she stood up and began to walk to where her clothing had been folded away to keep it clean. She looked flush faced and amused as she stepped away, her hips swaying a little bit and left him swallowing the desire cry. He felt filthy, despite the fact he had been bathed all over, his softening cock that was pulling up into his sheath, slippery and spent. There was no denying what had just happened, it left him unable to look at his sister as she began to dress herself. How could she have done that to him? Gods, how could he have let himself be used that way? He hadn't been able to control himself. He withdrew into himself as he heard her dressing, her laughter filling his ears as he pulled them back flat to his head.

“You'll get used to it, brother dear. If Father won't give me what I want, you'll have to do.” She said and he jerked as her hand stroked along his back, flinching away as if he he'd been burnt. “Do cheer up, it's not as if it's a chore, I'm sure you'll start to enjoy it once you see my way of things. Until next time.”

_Next time? _ Edwin swallowed as she left the room, leaving him swaying in his harness and struggling to ignore the scent of sex that was thick on the air.

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Who could he tell? God, who would believe him? His father would stamp him out existence, his mother would only frown and find a reason why he had let his instincts over come his good sense. Unicorns were traditionally randy and virile creatures and it wouldn't have been the first time a stallion had mated his sister, why would anyone believe him that he had forced him? And the stinging statement that no one else would have him now, that had come far too close to the truth. Who would want a burned wreck of a stallion when they could have perfection? No one... that was who.