The Year 5000: Chapter 8: The Barn
By
Varos

My junior year of high school ends in about a month.  I need to decide what classes I want to take next year, but I have more to consider than just myself.

I pick a day when our Mother is at work.  This is a decision that my Brother and I need to make together.  I let him finish his evening workout, and I finish with my homework.  He comes upstairs, and like always; he's naked.

"Hey, Zack, we need to talk about something.' He hasn't seen me this serious in a long time, and a worried look comes over his face, so I add.  'Don't worry; it's nothing bad."

He takes a seat on my bed, and I join him.

"So, what's up?" he asks.

"So I've been thinking about what kind of career I want once I graduate college.  There's a lot I would be good at, but I want us to work together.  I think it's safe to say most couples, gay or straight, need their alone time, but not us.  They haven't bonded like we have.  I know how painful it is when we're apart, and honestly, being away from you for 8hrs every day would kill me.  I want us to be together every minute of every day."

"Alex, I can't stand to be away from you either.  A few hours is the most I can take.  I don't want to feel separation anxiety anymore, but it's not just that.  I know we love each other, but our bond is deeper than that.  You're my best friend.  You're my teacher, my mentor, and my coach.  You're my partner.  You care for me in every way that matters.  Most couples will either dominate or submit to the other, but not you.  You want us to be equals.  You want me to succeed.  I feel it every time you make me do one more rep, every time you read to me, or help me with my homework.  And most importantly of all, you're my Brother."

"Stop it; you're going to make me cry," I say teasingly.

He laughs and says, "Sorry, but what I said is the truth.  And I know you have a plan.  You always do, so what is it?"

"Well, I think our best option is to pursue a career where we can both work from home."

"Oh damn, that would be awesome."

"I signed up for all those computer tech and coding classes for a reason.  I'm not sure exactly, but I want to do something where I can code from home.  The pay field varies wildly.  I don't want to be at the bottom.  I want to make over 6 figures, and I want you to make the same."

"Damn, Alex, you really have this all planned out, don't you."

"Yeah, more or less.  This school year is almost over.  I want you to do my homework with me when I'm a senior.  It'll give you a better picture of whether that's something you want to do.  I know we'll be much happier if we're together."

* * *

My junior year came to an end, but we only had a brief reprieve.  It was the first weekend in a year where we had nothing to do, no homework, no job, no nothing.  We had the entire weekend to relax, and that's what we did.  Except for a brief workout, we just sat with each other and watched TV all weekend long.  We kept a respectable distance between us when our Mother was home, but as soon as she was gone, our clothes came off, and we cuddled together for the rest of the night.  The weekend would have been perfect if we had our own place together.  That's what we want.  A perfect weekend every day.  It's why I'm so driven and why I take things so seriously. 

I wanted nothing more than to hang out with Zack and our friends all summer, but that wasn't part of my plan.  I called Olly a month earlier and got us hooked up with the same tree-cutting job as last year.  Olly was more than excited to have us back.  He was ready and raring to go first thing Monday morning.  He worked us to the bone, 6 days a week.  We got even more done in less time than last year.  More jobs equal more money, and we raked it in.  A few weeks, we took in over $2000 apiece.  I thought it was unbelievable how much we were making.  Olly is a good guy.  I never got the sense that he would cheat us.  After all, we're the only reason he was making over 20k a week.

It also helped that we're both larger and stronger than we were a year ago.  Olly noticed the difference when he picked us up.  He tried not to let it show, but his eyes almost bugged out of his head when he saw my Brother.  We both had to get new shirts.  The old ones just didn't fit anymore.  I was lifting logs I couldn't have a year ago, and Zack can now easily rip whole stump right out of the ground. 

I almost considered cutting down trees as a business venture.  It's something that we could do together.  It might be fun to own our own business.  The money is definitely there if you have the ambition to seize it.  In the end, there were just too many cons.  For one, it's backbreaking work.  We were working between 60 and 80hrs a week.  It's also mind-numbingly boring.  I have difficulty turning my brain off for any length of time.  And then there are the bugs, and coming home reeking of insect repellent.  But worst of all is getting pine pitch stuck in my fur.  It's a bitch to get it out.  Most of the time, cutting it out with scissors was the only solution.  I'm surprised my arms weren't bald when summer vacation finally ended.  

My Brother and I put an additional $14,220 in the bank over the summer.  I made damn sure our Mother never found out or even suspected how much we were making.  I don't like lying, but I'll make an exception in her case.  

Zack was glowing after he checked his account and saw $25,820 staring back at him.  He had the right to feel some pride.  After all, none of that money was given to him; he earned every cent of it.  Together we have a total of $51,027 between both of our accounts.  Other than the birthday gifts, I hadn't spent any money over the last year.

* * *

I walked through the high school doors once again as a badass senior.  My Brother advanced from freshman to sophomore.  I was excited to see Simon and Jacob again, but I was also excited to see how Brent and Vance's relationship had progressed.  Other than hanging out online, we didn't see the rest of our small pack of friends over the summer.

I find Vance in the hallway between classes.  The mountain lion is a sophomore this year, just like my Brother.  Zack is still taller and bigger than he is, but he's still got at least 5 inches on me.  It's hard to tell, but I'm certain he bulked up over the summer.

"Hey, Vance."

"Oh hey, Alex.  So I hear you guys worked your tails off all summer?" The huge feline asked me.

"Oh yeah.  I plan to get a car next year before I graduate.'  There are other students nearby, so I lean in and whisper.  'So, how are you and Brent getting along?" I ask.

He motions for me to follow him, and I do.  "We didn't get to hang out as much as we wanted to.  His parents are really strict.  They don't give him any freedom.  But we did get to hang out some," he says.

"You guys still figuring things out?" I ask.

"Yeah.  Things have gotten more serious, but it's still hard.  His parents and mine both get in the way.  We just need to spend more time together."

The bell rings, and I tell him, "I'll see yeah at lunch."

Zack didn't discover any more than I did, except for one thing.  I thought Vance had bulked up a bit, and I was right.  He had spent most of the summer at the gym.  No doubt it was for Brent's benefit just as much as his.

* * *

My senior year was going by in a flash.  It's been a blur of schoolwork, workouts, and sex.  Before I knew it, the days started getting shorter, and the leaves began to change colors.  Along the way, I introduced my Brother to high school level coding.  I'm a good teacher, and he's a good student.  He caught on quickly.  He still hasn't decided on what he wants to do, but so far, he's in favor of a future working with computers. 
Zack did change up his workout routine.  He said he wanted to start putting on mass again, and he kept to his word.  I managed to coach him when I could, but he really doesn't need any help when it comes to building muscle.  When it comes to bodybuilding, that's what he excels at.  

Soon the trees were naked, and the ground was covered with snow a meter deep.  It's the last week of the year, and my Brother and I have it off.  We have the added bonus as our Mother is working 2 days of overtime this week.  It's a rare occurrence.  It doesn't happen often, and it's only because so many of her coworkers are out on vacation.  I'm still monitoring her computer, so I know why she's doing it, as she needs the money.  

My Brother punishes himself, and I help.  I'm still amazed every time I watch him do it.  I watch in disbelief as my now 16-year-old Brother pushes 640 pounds over his head.  He only continued with building mass about 5 months ago.  The results are absolutely incredible, as his body has expanded with even more muscle.

Zack isn't a lightweight anymore.  He's entirely into the medium-weight class now, and the craziest thing is that he's only a sophomore.  I get out of the way as 280 pounds of wolf rises from the bench.  He has control over how much muscle mass he gains, but he can't control his height.  He's 6 feet and 8 inches tall now.  I don't doubt he'll be 7 feet tall in another year.  I've grown some, too, but nothing like what my younger Brother has gained.  I'm 5 foot 10 now and still growing, if only much more slowly.  If I'm lucky, I'll hit 6 foot 6 before my growth spurt comes to an end.     

Zack rises to his feet and walks past me.  I already know what he's going for.  Things aren't like they were when we started having sex with each other over two years ago.  My younger Brother's growth has only increased since then.  He has 10 inches on me now and absolutely towers over me.  My eyes only reach to the middle of his chest.  Compared to me, he's an absolute beast, and I love it.  I know I'll stop growing soon, but Zack is just getting started.  I can only imagine how big he'll be after puberty has run its course. 

My Brother's clawed hands wrap around metal bars and heave dumbbells from the rack.  I can't help but watch as his massive biceps rise and fall.  I never get sick of watching him in action.  Zack readies himself for the next part of his routine.  My lover is getting ever closer to being twice my size.  I managed to add some muscle myself.  Now I'm a whopping 150 pounds.  The best part is his body belongs to me.       

My Brother got so big so fast because he's 16, and his hormones are in overdrive.  It's not just his size and strength that's changing.  His voice has gotten deeper, more masculine.  He's losing the teenager's face.  His skull looks more and more like an alpha wolf every day.  His muzzle looks more rugged, and his fangs have grown even longer. 

Everyone can see his maturing features, but I'm the only one who gets to see the changes happening between his legs.  His body is transforming from a teenager into an adult.  His lupine penis is changing with the rest of his body; that's to be expected.  His cock is almost 14 inches now.  The pointed tip looks more and more like the head of a shovel, with edges that are just as angular.  The veins on his cock are becoming even more prominent.  Two years ago, his shaft from his knot to the tip was mainly just a straight rod.  He's always had a lot of girth, but his already powerful body apparently wants even more.  The middle of his shaft is steadily expanding outwards.  They call it the classic Coke bottle bulge because the middle bulges outwards like the old fashion bottle.  We both have it, but not every canine does.  

 * * *

It's Sunday, March 5th, 5000.  Zack has been taking drivers-ed for the last few months.  I decided it was finally time to get a car.  I've exposed our Mother for who she really is.  Deep down, Zack knew it all along.  The part of him that held out hope she might become a real Mother and not just a roommate with parental rights is gone now.  He understands what she is and what that means.  Everything out of her mouth was a lie from the moment we were born.  Reality can sting when you hack into her computer and see the evidence for yourself.

Two years ago, she offered to put $5000 towards a car.  That was one of the reasons why I got the summer job.  Only that, too, was another lie.  The money was actually from our Father.  I read all of the old e-mails for myself.  I talked with Zack first.  We both agreed to put in $5000, and we would own it together.

You can't talk to her about anything serious during the work week.  The moment came when I had to sell her on getting a car.  I had to wait for her to have a day off.  

I can hear her when she gets up.  It's late evening.  Zack follows me as we catch her putting on a pot of coffee.  She's a few inches shorter than me.  Her fur is grey and stands out in contrast to ours.  She just turned 40 a few months ago.  She didn't want us to do anything for her birthday, and we were fine with that.  She celebrated by going out and getting wasted with her friends.  She took Friday and Saturday off, and we didn't see her all weekend.  She had no desire to be with her children what so ever.  Judging from the photos I discovered on her computer, we must remind her of her ex.  I'm a spitting image of him.  She must see our Father every time she sees her oldest son.  Zack looks like him too, but only as a larger and more muscular version.      

It isn't easy for most people to gauge someone's age when you're covered in fur.  It hides the blemishes that can give your age away, but it's not true for everyone.  She might have been attractive in her youth, but now her age is starting to show.  Her date nights are frequently coming up empty.

"Hey, Mom, can we talk to you.'  She stares at us with the same old uncaring expression, like we're wasting her time.  'Is the offer to get a car still good?"  I asked.

She stares at me befuddled and stammers, "Ahh yeah, well, it's been a few years; it's gonna take me a while to get things together again."

I don't pry, as I already know what that means.  "And Zack wants to go in on it with me.  I'll put in 5k, and he'll put in 5k too."
She gives us a disgusted look, but I'm already prepared for any argument she might make against it.  "You sure about that, Zack?  You know you'll have to share it, right?  Someone will have to give someone a ride because I'm not doing it."

"Yeah, I know," says my Brother.

"I'll make sure he's on the title and the insurance," I add.

We argue about it for a while.  She was only on board with it once I led her to the obvious conclusion that she would be free from having to give us a ride ever again.  

She tells us, "Okay, but you'll need to give me a while to get the money together." 

Zack gives me a look.  Just the day before, I told him she would say that exact same thing almost word for word, and she did.

I let Zack watch in real time as she sent an e-mail to our Father saying she was ready to accept the money to get Alex and Zack a car.  They fought about it for the next 2 weeks.  In the end, he agreed, but there was a slight hitch.  He'd only wire the money directly to the dealer, and he'd need to see proof of payment and a copy of the title with our names on it.

When the day finally came, I knew exactly what I wanted.  We all went together.  I picked out a larger SUV.  She complained that it was too big until I pointed out it was Zack's too, and he isn't exactly small anymore.  Once again, I got her to shut her mouth. 

It's 15 years old and has over 140,000 miles on it.  We got lucky with the color.  It's black and matches our fur.  I could have gotten something better, but we have a narrative that we need to maintain.  I don't want her to know we have over 50k in the bank, plus I've never really gotten over the fact that our Father abandoned us.     

It's her turn to do her part.  She takes the salesman aside to give him the info for the wire transfer; only we both know exactly what she's doing.  She returns from the salesmen's office, trying to drive home the guise that the money was a gift from her.  I don't say anything.  I sit there trying to look like I'm just another ignorant 18-year-old with no clue.  In my head the whole time, I'm thinking, 'What a conniving bitch.'  

Money exchanges hands, paperwork is signed, and we're done.  The salesman hands me the keys, and I say to Zack, "You ready to take a ride?"

He smiles at me, and our Mother says, "I got some errands to run.  I'll see you guys at home okay."

"Okay," we both say in unison.  

I pull out of the parking lot.  It feels weird being behind the wheel again.  I haven't driven in almost 2 years.  I take it slow as it starts to come back to me.  I relax as I pull onto familiar roads that take us north and toward the house.  

"So I guess I'm going to be your drivers-ed instructor too," I tell Zack.

"You mean it, Alex?"

"Of course I am.  It's not like I haven't taught you everything else.  Besides, what kind of a big Brother would I be if I didn't teach my little Bro how to drive."

Zack smiles and snickers at me, and I give him a sideways glance as he says.  "You know, I never really realized until now just how much I like it when you call me your little Brother."

My eyes are on the road before me, and I simply say, "Oh."

Zack laughs as he says, "Yeah, it reminds me of when you were bigger than me.  You really were a big Brother to me back then, Alex."

"What do you mean back then?  I still am."

"Yeah, I know, but it still reminds me of when we were pups.  I like it.  Plus, there's the fact that I'm almost twice your size."

I can tell he wants to hug me, but he can't as I'm trying to keep our new SUV on the road.  "It doesn't matter how big you get, Zack; you'll always be my adorable little Brother to me.' 

I'm not surprised as the giant pup leans across the seat and stuffs his nose between my legs.  He inhales deeply as he bumps his nose against my sheath.  I take my hand off the steering wheel.  I stroke his head and play with his ears.

'Zack, I haven't driven in like 2 years.  You're gonna run us off the road."

Zack pulls his head out of my crotch and says.  "Come on, Alex, this is your first vehicle; we need to break it in."

"Don't forget it's yours too," I say.

"All the more reason to celebrate.  It's the perfect opportunity to lose our virginity in the back seat."

I laugh at that.  "I think we've lost our virginity a few hundred times already.'  I can hear him whimpering.  I take my eyes off the road for a second.  He's making puppy dog eyes at me.  'Ahh, you're so cute.  How can I say no to a face like that?  Alright, let me find someplace to pull over."

He knows we can't have sex in our new SUV, at least not today.  For one, we didn't bring any of our supplies; second, we had no clue when our Mother would get home.  She doesn't even tell us how long she'll be gone anymore.

I'm 18, and I've seen almost none of the areas where I live.  The route from school to home has been our world for as long as I can remember.  
Working for Olly had the added benefit of exposing us to new roads and towns I'd only seen on maps.  

I'll be out of the city soon.  I realize I can't park anywhere.  We're going to need some privacy.  I stop at a light and make a left.  "Where are you going?" my Brother asked me.

"Some place where we won't get caught.'

Big buildings surround us, primarily factories and warehouses.  I know better than to stop there.  Less than a minute later, the area changes to middle-class neighborhoods.  Many of the furs I go to school with live around here.  I kept going until I found the shopping mall I was looking for.  I pull into the large parking lot and park as far from other vehicles and prying eyes as possible.

I kill the engine.  A second later, we're awkwardly licking at each other's muzzles.  My cock begins to fill my pants.  Our Mother might be home in an hour or 6 hours; we don't know.  We know we don't have time to waste.  We both get out.  The huge SUV can seat 6.  We take a moment to fold the rear most seats down and climb into the back.  The space is cramped, but we'll make it work.  I pull my shirt off.  Zack smashes his elbows into the walls but manages to get his off as well.  

This is the first time we've done this in public.  I feel paranoid.  I stick my head up to double-check that the coast is clear.  Nobody is even close.  I awkwardly pull my pants off.  Zack has worse of a time getting his off in the confined space.

'Hey, I have an idea.  Let's suck each other's cocks at the same time."

"Damn, why haven't we tried that already?" Zack asked excitedly.

"I don't know.  That's a good question.  Maybe we should start having sex with other people.'  Zack gives me a confused look, so I add.  'You know, for educational purposes."

I got him to laugh as he said.  "Maybe we should read some books first."

"You know that's not a bad idea.'  I turn around, and we roll onto our sides.  'Just remember this isn't a contest," I joke.  

I press my lips against the tip of his sheath.  I spread my legs as my Brother's nose pokes at my balls.  He licks at my sheath.  His hands flow up and down my legs.  I try to get my tongue inside his sheath.  It doesn't work, but at least I tried.  

My little Brother's balls are huge.  His sack is tight; I can easily make out the shape of each fur-covered testicle.  I fondle them.  Just one is too big for my hand.  'God damn, Zack, I keep forgetting how big your balls are."

"Just don't forget how much I can make."

"Haha, I know 16 ounces and counting.'

I get my mouth back to work.  I clamp tight and enjoy the sensation of his unnaturally hot cock growing into my mouth.  It doesn't take him long to get an erection.  He must be doing a better job than me because he already has me at full mast.  

Zack begins to suck at my cock, and I try to catch up.  I have a lot more to work with than he does.  His muzzle engulfs my cock.  I can't take his length, and his shaft fills my mouth.  I taste pre-leaking out of him, and a second later, I feel him sucking it out of my cock.  Our heads bob back and forth.  I enjoy the feel of his muscles as I run my hands up and down his inner thighs.

I've gotten better at forcing his cock down my throat.  I work his leakage around his girthy shaft.  I take a deep breath and force it down my throat.  My nose hits his crotch.  I take his enormous knot inside my mouth.  I slide my tongue around it.  I smile to myself as I realize I have the entirety of my Brother's cock inside my mouth.  

We know we don't have all night.  Zack gets to work to finish me off.  I pull back.  I quicken my pace to keep up with him.  I know when he's close, and so does he.  I brace myself for the deluge that's about to come.  I squeeze his ass as he fires his first shot into my mouth.  A second later, I give him mine. 

It really is incredible how well we know each other's bodies.  We orgasm at the same time.  I trust him to suck down every drop, and he trusts me to do the same.  Like always, his cum is hot.  It gushes into my mouth.  I swallow, only to have him fill my mouth a minute later. 

I finish first, but Zack doesn't stop.  He keeps driving me crazy while his orgasms continue.  16 ounces of hot wolf cream is a lot, but I know what I'm doing, and it helps that I like it.  I know the moment when he's spent.

I squeeze his cock to get the last few drops.  I lick him clean, and he does the same for me.  We roll onto our backs as we enjoy the afterglow.  I stick my head up to make sure we're still in the clear.  A few furs are leaving the store, but they're at the other end of the parking lot.  

I lay back down and said.  'I don't care so much about having super muscles, but god damn, Zack, I wish I had balls like yours."

"I know, right.  I'm just a total sex machine."

"Haha yeah, you are.  And I'm not even hungry anymore."
"Filled you up, did I?" he asked teasingly.

"Fuck yeah, you did."

* * *
				
The next day I took my little Brother out driving.  He's spent a few hours behind the wheel with the drivers-ed instructor, but that wasn't much help.  I took him to an empty parking lot and let him practice for about 4 hours.  After that, I took him out to eat.  We laughed about having sex in the back.  There is enough room, but we make too much of a mess for that.    

I spent the rest of the week with him on the back country roads.  Roads that are almost deserted at all times of the day.  20mph soon became 30, then 40.  On the weekend, I took him out on the interstate.  I didn't think there was anything else we could bond over, but I was wrong again.  This is something a parent should be teaching their son.  I don't feel like a parent to him, but I do feel like the protective big Brother, and he feels it too.

I knew that having a vehicle would change things.  Fortunately, I have less than three months until I graduate.  Our friends were happy for us.  They invited us to hang out with them at their houses, and we did.  It wasn't as bad because I'm friends with Zack's friends and he's friends with mine, so we were still together.  

We got to see Simon's and Jacob's rooms.  Jacob was originally Zack's friend, but he's mine too.  I'd never been in his room before, and it's been years since I'd been in Simon's room.  It felt good to socialize with them outside of school.

I got to meet Jacob's family for the first time.  His older sister almost lost her shit when she saw my Brother come through the doorway.  It wasn't sexual; it was just a total shock.  We all ignored her, and she eventually ignored us.  She graduated a few years ago.  She still lives at home and works at the same factory our Mother is working at, except she's on the dayshift.  

Visiting Simon, the silver fox was a bit more chaotic.  He has three younger siblings, a sister and two brothers.  I don't remember how old they are 6,7, and 8, maybe.  None of them had ever had someone of my Brother's size in their house before, and they were just curious.  Simon was patient with them for a while, but eventually, he snapped at them, and they left us alone.  He constantly complains about how annoying they are and how he's always getting stuck babysitting them.    

Visiting with Brent, the coyote, was a bit more interesting.  He has two younger sisters, only they're closer to him in age.  Jessica is a year younger; she's 17, and Vanessa is 15 and a freshman.  His parents are assholes but in a different way from our Mother.  They're super strict and highly conservative.  He tells us over and over how he can't wait to get out of the house.  The focus of their wrath used to be on him, but now it's shifted to his sisters.  His parents are total control freaks.  Both of his sisters are rebelling.  You can imagine how that's going.  His house is a screaming match on a daily basis.  Jessica is a slut, and she isn't afraid to rub it in her parent's faces.  There were rumors she'd been sleeping with my friend Chris, the half lab half greyhound mix, but he never confessed to that one.  

Brent had warned us ahead of time, and sure enough, Jessica was all over us when we walked through the door.  There was no confusion as to what she wanted.  Her flirts were not subtle, and she could not keep her hands to herself.  Brent had to intervene and pull her off.  I have more practice at nicely rejecting female advances, but Zack needs a lot more practice.   

I'd met Brent's parents years ago.  I'd changed so much that they barely even recognized me.  I think my black fur was the only thing that gave me away.  They never met my Brother before.  Brent enjoyed their reaction when they came home from work and found a 6-foot and 8-inch tall, 280-pound wolf in their house.  He watched with glee as they froze in panic.  They couldn't believe Brent was friends with someone who could eat him, and apparently, he hadn't warned them on purpose.  They only figured out why we were friends when they realized he's a 280-pound nerd.   
     
The subject of his sex life never came up.  Instead, we discussed what we planned to do once we graduate.  I had already started applying to various colleges and universities that offer degrees in computer science.  Brent doesn't mess around either, and he's on the same track as I am, only his field is different than mine.  He's a nerd, just like the rest of us; only he's the artist.  

We've all seen Brent's work before.  He's exceptionally talented.  Most of his senior year classes were art classes or art related.  He brings the nerd and artist together.  He plans to get a degree in computer graphics.  It's a perfect career for him.  I can easily see him working on movies or video games.  He's smart just like me, except I can't draw for shit.  Using a stylus instead of paper and pencil doesn't help.

Vance, the mountain lion, is still a sophomore, so the subject of college has yet to come up.  I met his younger Brother, Xander, for the first time.  He's 12, and fortunately, he wasn't annoying like Simon's Brothers and sister.  He's a full-blooded mountain lion just like his older Brother, only it appears he didn't get the enhanced genes like Vance.  He looks to be undersized for his age.  It took him a brief moment to get over my Brother's size, but he really wasn't phased by it.  Vance is at least 2 feet taller than him, so big furs are nothing new for him.

I was surprised they got along so well.  Vance is 4 years older than his younger Brother.  He complains that he's still a bit clingy and has yet to grow out of it.  Despite that, they still get along.  Seeing two siblings who didn't want to kill each other was refreshing.  

The subject of sex came up but in a roundabout way.  We both knew Vance had been hitting the gym, and he was doing it more for Brent.  We were in his room when he asked us, "Hey, I was wondering if you guys could help me with my workouts?" asked Vance.

"Sure," we both said in unison.

"I know you guys workout a lot.  Would you want to workout with me after school?  I'm not doing that bad, but I could really use some pointers, and let's face it, you guys are pros," says Vance.

"You know, Vance, that sounds like a great idea.  I have a vehicle now, so I can pick everyone up and take us straight to the gym after school.  Plus, the weights at our house only go up to 800," I say.

Vance stares at us with a confused look on his face and asks, "800; how much do you lift, Zack?"

"Ahh, right now, 640 is my max."

We watch as the huge feline almost chokes; he recovers and says, "Holy shit Zack 640, that's crazy!  I'm at like 350, and that's pushing it."

Vance picked our brains for most of the evening.  I gave him a list of supplements he needed to add to his regiment.  His diet was fairly good to start with, but I gave him a list of things to avoid, what to eat and when, etc.  

I told our Mother we would be going to the gym with Vance after school.  Like always, she didn't seem to care.  We brought a change of clothes with us.  Zack and Vance piled into the SUV.  I'm not too fond of the area where Vance lives.  He lives right off one of the busiest roads in the city.  It runs east to west.  The housing developments are on the southern side of the main road, and the commercial area occupies the other side of the street.  The traffic is crazy at all hours of the day.  I know where the gym is.  It's only about a 20min walk from his house. 

Working out together, it's bound to come up, so I address it first.  "So Vance, I just wanted to let you know ahead of time that we both understand it if you end up checking us out.  I'm cool with it, and honestly, I'd be a bit insulted if you didn't."

Zack is caught off guard at first and adds, "Like he said.  I don't care that you're gay.  I want you to know we like you for you.  I know you'll check me out, so don't feel like I will get pissed if you do.  It's cool."

Vance doesn't cry, but we can hear the emotion in his voice as he says.  "Thanks, guys.  That means a lot.  It means a lot to me that you're still my friends."

I pull into the parking lot.  The gym is called 'The Barn.' I always imagined it to be tacky, but Vance assured me it's incredibly modern, besides a few farm-themed decorations at the main entrance.

This area of the commercial district is all health and fitness-themed.  The Barn is the linchpin that binds them all together.  Next door is a coffee/health drink shop.  It's also connected internally to the gym.  I know Zack and Vance will be spending most of their time together.  I can't compete with either of them.  I know I'll be in the coffee shop doing my homework while they workout.  After all, I'm his ride home.  There's a supplement and nutrition store next to that.  I order my stuff online, but that's where Vance has been getting his stuff from.  There are other various fitness-related stores.  They sell everything from underwear to high-end gym equipment.  

Vance leads us into the lobby.  Sure enough, farm-themed decorations are everywhere, but it's all tastefully done.  We follow him to the front counter.  The sign on the wall is a massive old fashion tractor tire with 'The Barn' spelled out in neon green letters.  Vance uses his, 'refer a friend,' and signs us up for a free 1-month pass.        

We follow Vance as he knows where he's going.  We follow him to the locker room.  The receptionist gave us each a cheap lock and key.  Full-time members usually bring their own.  We find our lockers and change out of our school clothes.  I think Vance was probably grateful our lockers were on the next aisle over.  Seeing either of us in our underwear might have been a bit too much for him.  

I have my usual oversize T-shirt and shorts on.  I turn around to see my Brother in a white tank top and baggy shorts.  I give him a look.  He knows why and shrugs.  He's obviously intending to tease Vance.  Vance doesn't know we're gay.  We never lied about it to any of our friends.  We merely implied we were straight and let them continue to think it.  We just never corrected them, and none of them ever came out and asked us directly.  I can't decide if Zack's trying to inspire him or give him a hard-on.

Vance has never seen so much of my Brother's fur showing before.  His jaw drops as he sees his exposed arms and shoulders.  He gets himself under control and leads us to the treadmills.  There are surprisingly a lot of other furs here.  More than a few heads turn as we walk down the row of machines looking for three that are unused.  We jog together for about 20min to get warmed up, and then the real fun begins.  

The gym is huge.  I almost don't know where to start with so many machines and equipment everywhere.  The room is more or less laid out based on areas of the body.  There are more furs here than I expected.  There are more males than females, at least in this area.  I scan the room, and I see Zack doing the same thing.  He's not the biggest fur here by any means.  I see a grey wolf; he's taller with a lighter build.  Several tigers and lions would give my Bro a run for his money.  Except Zack is only 16; give him 4 more years, and that'll change.  I spot a pit bull, and he's huge.  He has the height and the mass, but he's not the biggest.  The giants are all hoofs.  I do a quick scan and pick out the three largest hoofs.  Each has to be close to 8 feet tall, and none are afraid to show off.  I get the impression they might be here for more than one reason.  

We both know what to do.  There are some machines that we've never seen before, and we're eager to try them out, but today we're here for our friend.  The coach in me takes over, and I'm quickly pushing Vance as hard as I pushed my Brother.  We both take turns giving him pointers and encouragement.  

I take my turn at one of the machines, and Zack takes over.  I have to admit Vance is sexy as hell.  I've had more than enough practice to keep myself from getting distracted.  He's bulked up a lot, but he's still a lightweight.  My build is slightly bigger than his, but I have no doubt he'll blow past me in no time at all.  We go around the room with lighter weights and then again with a set of heavy.

I can't take any more.  Plus, I need to get started on my homework.  "Hey, I'm gonna head over to the coffee shop and get started on my homework.  Come get me when you guys are done, okay."

"Okay, sure, Alex," they both say in unison.

I change my clothes.  I'll be coming here a lot in the future, so I leave my workout clothes in the locker.  There are two locker rooms, one for males and another for females.  It's probably a good thing because there's a large open shower area.  It's free to all gym members.  I saw it coming in, but I didn't pay much attention.  I notice the list of rules on the wall.  The only one that catches my eye is the 'no sex in the shower' rule.  How often did that happen before they added that to the list of rules?    

When I walked past the shower earlier, it was empty.  This time there are a few guys making use of it.  I want nothing more than to stare, but I keep walking.  I turn the corner, and one of the giant hoofs is blocking the aisle.  I slide past him, and he ignores me.  He has a large towel wrapped around his waist, it hangs down to his knees, but it's not large enough.  I can see the tip of his cock hanging below the fabric.  He slams the locker shut and heads towards the shower.  I want nothing more than to see him take it off.  

I retrieve my school bag from the SUV and head to the coffee shop.  I stare like an idiot at the menu.  I have school tomorrow, so coffee is out of the question.  Our Mother eats out all the time only; she never brings us with her.                                 

I hear a familiar voice say, "Hey, Alex."

I realize it's coming from the guy behind the counter.  He's a yellow lab, and we share several classes together.  We're friendly with each other, but we're not friends.  "Oh hey, Mike, I didn't know you worked here."

"Yeah.  My parents make me.  They say it's to prepare me for the real world and all that shit."

"Yeah, I hear that."

"So I guess you were at the gym next door?"

"Yeah, me and my Brother are checking it out with a friend of ours.  So what's good."

"Humm.  Well, we got school tomorrow, so how about a shake?  We got some delicious ones just for us canines."

"Ahh, sure, surprise me," I say.

"Small, medium, or large?" he asks.

"Medium is fine."

He smiles at me; being a dog, his fangs are so short it doesn't look like he even has any.  Except when I smile, you know I'm a wolf.  He gets to work tossing ingredients into a blender and turns it on.  I can never stand the sound those things make.  Having to listen to it all day long would drive me crazy.  He dumps the brown sludge into a clear cup with the logo, 'The Farm,' printed on the side of the cup.  

He puts it on the counter, and I ask him for one of the meat cookies to go with it.  It comes up to $14.95.  I use my credit card and feel a bit more like an adult.  

"Hey, thanks," I say.

"Yeah, I'll see yeah at class tomorrow."

I find a spot in the back.  I open my laptop and get to work on my latest assignment.  I mindlessly take a sip, and I instantly stop typing.  A hoof would probably gag; a feline might like it.  I can taste the red meat, there's not a lot, but it's raw.  I can taste the blood.  The herbs make it pop.  The bulk of it is healthy grains.  I've never had anything like it.  At the same time, I realize I'm 18 years old, and I've never had anything like it.  All this time and our Mother has never taken us out to eat.  I wonder what else we've never experienced.  

The meat cookie is just as good, and soon both are gone.  I finish one of my assignments and get started on another.  I'm halfway finished when Zack and Vance stroll up to the table.  I put my stuff back in my bag and said, "Ya'll ready to go?"

"Yeah," says Zack.

"You guys can go.  Walking home is how I like to end my workouts," says Vance.

"Okay, cool.  So same time tomorrow?" I ask.

"Hell yeah," says Vance.

The mountain lion leaves, and I grab my bag and head toward the counter.  "Hey, Mike, could you make me one more of those?  And I'll take another cookie too.'

Zack looks confused.  I pay for everything.  I can see why our Mother never has any money.  I tell Mike I'll see him later and hand the cup and cookie to my Brother.

'Here, you have to try this." 

I pull out of the parking lot, and the look on my Brother's face is priceless.  
"Holy shit, this is good!" he says.

"I know, right.  And you know I can't remember the last time Mom took us out for anything."

* * *
				
It's May 2nd, 5000.  It's my birthday.  I'm 19 now.  In 20 days, my little Brother will turn 17.  Like always, we get another $300 gift card from our Mother.  We both present her with our most convincing fake gratitude that we can muster, but even that was hard.  We now know those gifts were never from her in the first place.  It was from our Father all along.  She just took all the credit.  I doubt we'd have gotten anything if it wasn't for him. 

I didn't get Zack any new sex toys.  Instead, I got him something we've both been dying to have for years.  I got him and myself a smartphone.  Our Mother has always been too selfish to get one for us.  It pisses me off to no end, knowing that only a fraction of the child support money she receives goes towards her children, the bulk of it she spends on herself.  

My Brother has never gotten a gift wrapped in fancy paper before.  I put it in a larger box so he couldn't figure out what it was.  I watched him tear away the brightly colored paper.  The look on his face was priceless.  We both wanted one for years.  We always felt left out.  He came close to crushing me to death.  We both got a bit emotional.  Knowing that might happen, I chose a night when our Mother was at work, and I was right.  We had sex shortly after that.  After we were done, we lay beside each other in bed and played with our new toys.

The phone wasn't the only gift I got him.  The next day I helped him sign up for his own credit card.  He's starting at the bottom with the copper level, just like I did.  Mine has since been upgraded to a silver-level card.  I took him to the DMV for his driving test the week before his birthday.  He passed and will get his actual license in a few weeks. 

My little Brother is growing like a weed and building muscle just as fast.  He's 6 foot 10 now, and he's still growing.  Undoubtedly, he'll be 7 feet by the end of the year.  He's an absolute beast.  His skeleton now holds 300 pounds of muscle.  I'm still growing, so it'll be a while before he's twice my size.  This is what I love about growing up together with my best friend.  I get to watch him transform into an adult.    

My penis has reached 8.5 inches in length, and I'm still growing.  I'm satisfied with it, and Zack is too.  I'm big, but I'm not huge.  His cock, on the other hand, is still growing along with the rest of his body.  He has a massive 14.5-inch cock between his legs, which will only get even bigger.  The size of his sheath also reflects the size of what's inside, even when it's not using it.  His lupine penis continues to look more and more like a weapon as he transforms into an adult.  I can still take him easily, but that's only because I take him almost daily.  He's still growing, but I should be fine.  I still have some room to spare.  I should be good as long as he doesn't end up being 8 feet tall.

* * *
Graduation was quickly approaching.  I was accepted to a dozen various colleges and universities.  I made my choice.  It wasn't the best choice for my field, but it was the best choice for me.  The university I went with is directly southwest of where I live.  It's about a 40min drive.  I'll save a ton of money by living at home.  I had to get my Mom to sign a waiver so I could avoid residing on campus.  The cost is covered with loans and scholarships.

My Mother asked for the paperwork to prove I would attend school.  I know the reason why.  It means continued child support for her.  It's 50% less than before, but it's still free money.  I knew she would try it.  Sure enough, she proposed that I start paying rent.  I reminded her I wouldn't be working and going to school at the same time.  She didn't like that and told me I'd have to stop going to the gym and get a job.  I stated the facts which she liked even less.  Why pay rent when I can pay the same amount of money to live on campus and not endure the 40min drive?  She figured out where I was going with it and gave up.  After all, if I move out, she gets nothing, and $500 a month is still better than zero.

Zack was soon doing all of the driving to and from school.  It was nice to see him behind the wheel.  We started to grow closer to Vance, but there was still a line we couldn't cross.  We both like him a lot.  Even if we came out, it wouldn't matter because he has a boyfriend.  He opened up a lot more too, and soon he was telling us things about his sex life that he probably shouldn't.  I don't think Brent would have approved.  

Zack and I would talk about it often.  We both wanted to come out to him.  Being gay wouldn't bother him, but we're unsure about the incest part.  I remember all of his stories.  The one that stuck out the most was when he fucked Brent so hard that he had difficulty walking after.  Brent is a coyote, and he's half his size.  Plus, you throw in the fact that Vance has a dragon cock.  He didn't break anything.  He just overstimulated him to the point that it overloaded his system.  I was curious, so I looked it up.  It's often a problem furs can encounter when having sex with larger felines.  The barbs can overstimulate to the point of causing a temporary loss of motor function, usually from the waist down.  It's harmless but frightening if you don't know about it beforehand.

That wasn't the worst sex story we heard about, not by far.  I hadn't heard from Christ for a few months.  We're still friendly, but we're more like acquaintances now.  I first saw the story on the news.  A junior at our school was mauled at a party.  The news anchor didn't name any names, only that the parties involved went to my school and are being questioned by the police.  She was expected to survive, but it was close, and the damage was severe.  Drugs and alcohol were involved.  I didn't think anything of it until the next day.  Chris and all of his new friends were absent.  The rumors around the school were crazy.

In a way, Chris got lucky.  It could have easily been him.  Only it exposed his activities to the whole school and his parents.  There are six of them in their pack and at least a dozen groupies who go along for fun.  Their group leader is Walt, the largest canine at the school.  If you can believe it, he's even larger than my Brother, but he's also a senior and 2 years older.  He's half pitbull and half bullmastiff.  It's a combo that lends itself to overwhelming size and extreme muscle mass.  He doesn't workout as much as he could.  He's only a medium weight.  He could easily be a heavy if he put in the effort.

I eventually got the entire story from Chris himself after they were released.  He hasn't escaped without punishment.  Possible charges are coming for him, primarily for misdemeanor drugs and alcohol.  However, the punishment from his parents will be a hundred times worse.

It's Chris we're talking about, so of course, there were females at the party.  That was the whole point.  They were cramming in as many parties as they could before graduation.  At first, it was assumed Cassi was the victim; only it turned out to be the exact opposite.  Cassi is a junior.  She's a wild dog and is on the small side.  She had the hots for Walt for a long time, but he never gave her the time of day.  He kept passing her off to his friends.  Chris had fucked her more than once.

She was at the party.  It was the first time she ignored Walt.  She acted as though he wasn't even there.  She was waiting when it was Walt's turn to use the bedroom.  She pushed the larger female hoof out of the room and told her she needed to talk with him and to come back in a minute.  Walt started to protest until she took her shirt off.  Everything was off a second after that, and she just stood there.  She saw his eyes glaze over and go blank, and she knew it had worked.  

Walt didn't know it, but she had slipped a dose of a drug called Special R in his drink earlier in the night.  The R stands for rape.  It's usually used by males looking to take advantage of unsuspecting females, but it's just as effective the other way around.  Seeing a naked female before him was all that was needed to trigger him.  She locks the door and is expecting to finally get what she wants.  Perhaps it was what she deserved.  Walt goes crazy.  He half rips his clothes off, and then he turns on her.  She sees the size of his sheath and wants him even more.

She never understood why he kept rejecting her until now.  She looks at the most massive cock she'd ever seen and realizes her mistake.  He has to be at least 16 inches.  It's almost as long as her arm.  She turns towards the door, but he picks her up and tosses her onto the bed.  She sits up as he pours the entire bottle of lube on his cock.  Walt isn't there anymore.  His higher brain functions are in a chemical fog.  The cocktail pushes his need to mate past his ability to control.  He's on top of her.  She tells him to stop, but she doesn't understand what she has given him.  There's nothing she can do to stop him.  There's no foreplay, just his uncontrollable drive to mate.  He opens her up, and she screams.  The loud music drowns out her cries.  He has the strength, and he uses it.  He thrust into her right up to his knot.  He tears her apart on the inside.  This is why he rejected her; she was too small for him, but she didn't know that.  He's 7 feet tall and close to 6 times her size.  She's barely 4 feet tall; she's not even close.

Walt pulls out and flips her over.  With it comes blood that would cause anyone to stop,  but he's not right in his mind.  He rams his cock back into her and begins to froth at the mouth.  He grabs hold of her waist and pulls her down as he thrusts deeper than what she can take.  He rips his way through her, and then his knot goes in.  This time someone on the other side of the door hears her screams and realizes something is wrong, except she had locked the door.  His knot rips her vagina open like a zipper.  He keeps thrusting as his knot starts to swell.  
He isn't a bitter; at least, he wasn't until this moment.  His first orgasm hits him, and he clamps his jaws around her shoulder.  His higher brain function is gone; he's just an animal.  He bites as hard as he can.  He's part pitbull, so the bite comes down hard.  She screams as he shatters her collarbone and shoulder blade in his jaws.  He twists, and the sound of bones snapping fills the room.  He pumps his seed into her, and her belly distends outwards.  His semen finds the exit and sprays out in unnatural directions.  Her torn hole is probably the only thing that saved her from bursting like a balloon.

The voices on the other side of the door are replaced with a shoulder slamming into it, trying to break it down.  Walt finishes with the first round and collapses.  That's when his brain breaks, and he starts to convulse violently.  The door frame splinters as a hyena barges into the room.  More of Walt's friends come in after him, including Chris.  They all stare at the scene in front of them in horror.  An arm and a leg are sticking out from beneath the huge mixed bread.  Hank, the hyena, and Chris work to roll Walt onto his side.  Hank screams for someone to call 911.

Blood gushes from Walt's mouth.  Chris had the foresight to realize he was having a seizure.  He finds a brush and pries it into his mouth to keep him from biting his tongue entirely off.

The cops arrive with the paramedics a few minutes after that.  Based on the scene, everyone was detained.  The paramedics left them tied together.  Walt's knot was the only thing keeping her destroyed insides from falling out.  They managed to save her life, but the damage was done.  Walt, on the other hand, wasn't so lucky.  The combination of the special R, adrenalin, and endorphins caused his brain to swell.  They had no choice but to put him in a medically induced coma.

The story was about some innocent little female who was nearly raped to death at a high school drug party.  It didn't take long for the cops to figure out something wasn't right.  Everyone, including the media, jumped to the conclusion they wanted.  Walt's tox screen only confirmed what they already suspected: that he was the victim, not her.  Bank records show the $500 she withdrew the week before.  Her parents didn't trust her and put a tracker on her car, which she didn't know about.  It showed the 3 hr trip she took into the big city to the south.  The hundreds of pictures of Walt on her phone suggested she was more than obsessed.  

She's still in the hospital.  Her injuries will be with her for the rest of her life.  Unfortunately, Walt is still in a coma and may not come out of it.