Behind, Belga began squeezing peach juice. Using his baguette, he playfully squirted a lot of mayonnaise, coaxing the plump and shy peaches to release their sweet nectar. The scene unfolded like a mischievous adventure in a world of innocent wonders, where each peach seemed to blush with a delicious secret. Coral, in shock, protested with bewildered cries. Yet, he couldn't escape his little brother's mischievous addition of ripening hormones to the peaches he had diligently planted. He found himself tearfully negotiating, allowing his annoying brother to water the peaches with mayonnaise, hoping for even larger and juicier fruits. Amid a mix of delight and discomfort, tears and urine flowed uncontrollably. Coral knelt in a puddle of his own urine, wondering why his brother had transformed into this mischievous character. Behind, the mighty Beastal Warrior's loaf was generously filled with jam and cheese, continuously puffing up Coral's fruit tart like a balloon being steadily inflated. Coral knelt in a puddle of his own juice, tears streaming down his face, wondering why his brother had turned into this peculiar character. The Beastal Warrior's bread, a magical vessel of delicious surprises, seemed to hold secrets of joy and curiosity that Coral couldn't quite fathom.

Thoughts drifted back to a time more than a decade ago, a chapter steeped in the legend of days gone by, where every page held delicate details waiting to be unfurled.

A fragment of memory unfolds. The little black coal nugget, who had just arrived home a few months ago, was bullied into tears again by the mischievous sorcerer, Little Coral. Little Coral, hands on hips, with amber eyes gleaming mischievously, proudly declared, 'Hehehe, I am your big brother! Impressed or not?!' But the little black furball continued to cry. Worried about the consequences if Mom and Dad found out he made his brother cry again, the mischievous sorcerer, Little Coral, began to feel a bit anxious—after all, there might be no more cookies if he got caught! Little Coral had to set aside his big brother act and gently comfort the little furball.

But this little one was quite stubborn. Unyielding to both gentle coaxing and playful efforts, not even threats or scolding worked. Mom and Dad were about to come home! The little mischievous sorcerer, Little Coral, in a whirl of urgency and in a flurry of desperation, found his little inspiration. With a wave of extraordinary transformation, Coral morphed into a black-and-white Border Collie pup — a plush, spirited creature with eyes that shimmered with intelligence, exuding utter adorableness. The forlorn cries of the little black coal nugget Therianthrope ceased as it, too, became captivated by the charm of Coral's endearing animal form, fixating in rapt attention.

"Cough, cough, little rascal of a brother, you're not allowed to cry," the still-puppy-shaped Little Coral said haughtily. "If you promise not to cry, your great, wise, invincible, and unparalleled big brother here will share a little secret with you. It's something no other Therianthropes, except Mom and Dad, know!"

As Little Coral spoke, his furry ears swayed gently, reminiscent of the enchanting dance of a delicate white butterfly in the distant tropical rainforests of South America on the Earth. In the faraway world of Therianthropes, the sight of this unseen any little male puppy beauty—captivated the gazes of onlooker, Belga, leaving his eyes wide in awe for the rare scenery. Young Belga quickly nodded in agreement, signifying the success of their deal. Little Coral, still in his puppy form, nestled into the arms of his younger brother. As he reclined, he assumed a solemn and earnest expression, gazing at his little brother. With a touch of gravity, he said, 'No laughing allowed, okay?

Young Belga also nodded solemnly, and before his curious little brother, the plush little puppy earnestly raised one of its front paws toward the small Therianthrope. In a slightly bashful tone, it said, 'Look, Coa's paw pads are pink~！！'

Years later, gazing at the peacefully sleeping Coral in his arms, who resembled a sweet angel, Belga couldn't help but sigh. When had he truly fallen in love with his older brother? Even after many years, childhood memories of Coral remained vivid for Belga. Suddenly, he could recall those subtle details from their youth, the little moments that seemed eternally fresh in his mind. Contemplating the pink paw pads right before him, he felt, for the first time, the almost bursting heartbeat in his chest. The primal and wild allure unconsciously emanating from his childhood brother enthralled him entirely, and how could he ever let go? 'My beloved Coral, it was you who first stirred my desires,' Belga mused, 'If you were me, you'd fall for yourself too.'

In the midst of the ordinary, it seemed like life hadn't changed much. But if you look closely, there's something different – the mighty little Coa now has a persistent little coal nugget trailing behind him, and his name is Belga! Coa skillfully transformed into a Chow Chow puppy, taking advantage of his smaller size to leap onto a storage cabinet. With a light paw, the cabinet door went 'squeak' and opened. Oh, the adventures of Coa and Belga have just begun!

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Coral slyly grinned, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes. Belga, who had transformed into a canine-liked puppy form alongside his big brother, stared in awe at the chubby yet remarkably agile little dog before him. His expression was expertly concealed behind his dark and serious little face. Meanwhile, oblivious to all this, the triumphant little Coa was on cloud nine because the most important thing was – Mom and Dad weren't home! And he, the clever and unbeatable big brother Coa, successfully found Dad's secret stash of special cookies! Coral was truly amazing, and the mighty little Coa grew even happier with each thought. He could even imagine the admiration in Bell's eyes when they opened the cookie jar. 'Haha, Bell, watch closely, big brother is going to treat you to delicious cookies!'

Coral gleefully swept the iron tin containing the secret cookies off the shelf with his front paw, and it landed smoothly on the carpet. The cookie jar had a secure latch, faithfully guarding the precious treats inside, ensuring not a single crumb could escape. Coral then gracefully hopped back down to the floor. As a hybrid with half Border Collie lineage, he naturally inherited excellent jumping abilities, despite the chubby little short legs inherited from the other half, the Chow Chow tribe. His agility remained outstanding among his peers in the Therianthrope realm.

Using paws to open the can is really inconvenient. The formidable little Coa transformed back into human form, skillfully unlocking the latch. He delicately picked a piece of cookie from the edge of the cookie pile, ensuring the cookies maintained their original state as much as possible. Coral had committed this act of clandestine snacking countless times, and the flawless execution of his plan kept him from ever being caught. 'Being invincible can get pretty lonely, you know.,'" mused little Coral, shaking his head with a sense of self-satisfaction. He turned around and deliberately placed the cookie in front of his still-dumbfounded younger brother. Adopting a mockingly serious tone, he said, 'Bell, go ahead and eat. But today, you can only sneak one. Having more might get us caught by Dad and Mom.' 'But Coa wants to eat two cookies,' thought little Coral to himself. After all, he was the big brother, and being so good at finding even the elusive cookie jar deserved a reward of two little cookies!

Belga didn't show much reaction. He just stood there, taking the cookie and eating it quietly. The lack of response made Coral feel awkward for a moment. He was a bit embarrassed and couldn't help but raise his voice at his new little brother, 'You don't even say thank you?! I'm your big brother, you know! I worked so hard to climb up the big cabinet!' Belga just gave a blank look at the irritable little Coa and continued to munch on the cookie without saying a word. Coral, in his moment of frustration, was left bewildered. Belga had been in the house for several months now, and it was strange. He never spoke a word, and there was no emotional expression. Apart from occasionally irritating him to the point of tears, little Coral, there had been no other signs of emotion.

Belga was like a moving doll, kind of drifting away from the world, always seeming a bit short on fun. Coral actually asked his dad a while back why his little brother never smiled or talked. Dad just put on a sad face that Coral couldn't quite figure out, gently petting Coral's head with teary eyes, telling him to be good to his brother. What else did he say? Something about his brother getting some kind of shock and deciding not to talk after being scared... What could that be? What's a shock anyway? Coral's a bit puzzled now. Adult words are really tricky, but hey, the little cookies still need eating! So, the awesome little Coa gathered himself, got back his energy and appetite, and happily dug into his portion of the little cookies.

One piece, two pieces, not a crumb left~ So happy! Mom's secret homemade cookies are the best. Little Coral, content, licked his fingers. Belga, who had finished the cookies long ago, stared fixedly at little Coral. Even though there was no expression, Coral sensed a hint of complaint in the blank gaze of the little beastal guy. Feeling a bit guilty, he turned away and blurted out, 'What! We agreed on it earlier: one for you, two for me!' Still silent, Belga transformed back into human form, approached little Coral, and continued staring. Despite his small stature, Belga's persistent gaze made the bossy little Coa somewhat uneasy. He knew this little guy was stubborn, holding onto what he set his mind to, much like a hungry wolf in the wilderness.

Little Coral was never a therianthrope with much backbone. After a fierce stare-down with the feisty little beastal man, he quickly threw in the towel and timidly went to open the cookie jar. He had to make an effort to save face, muttering, 'Well, fine, I'll give you another piece. Who said I'm a good big brother anyway.' Belga, on the other hand, accepted the cookie without hesitation. While munching on the cookie, he stared expressionlessly at Coral, who was already feeling a bit uneasy. 'Oh my, does this little guy want the cookie, or is he planning to take a bite out of me?'

"This little brother seems a bit hard to mess with," mused the six-year-old Coral with a hazy understanding.