> A Brother's Curiosity > by Jackelope > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > Chapter 1: Evening Explorations > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dusk Shine was a curious colt. His inquisitive nature went hoof in hoof with his intelligence, so it was to be expected. He assaulted his tutors with questions about many things, menial and complex. The unicorn oft found himself confounded by their reluctance or outright refusal to answer them. A frequent excuse to their tight-lipped silence to satiate his curiosity was something frustratingly outside of his control: age. He hated being young, almost as much as he hated adults gatekeeping his mind to their forbidden troves of knowledge! However, it all came to a head one day. His ears picked up a particular word from the whispers of some older colts at the school. It was spoken with such secrecy, such an air of taboo, that Dusk simply couldn’t help himself on trying to find the answer. It should have been simple. It was but a single word, yet, none would deign to give him an answer. Some even reprimanded him for saying it out loud! The word? Cunt. The harshness of it, the way it could make even the most mature of adults shrink away from him, almost gave him a feeling of power! If only it was not offset immediately by the fact he clearly hadn't, having seen the walls of the detention room more than once. However, he cared not for a clean record, moreso to fulfil his need for the truth! Dictionary? No definition. Stallions? Blushes and stutters. Mares? Offence and glares. Finally, having lost all hope, he consulted the only stallion in his life he could rely on for boundless knowledge. “Lord Solaris?” Dusk asked innocently, the alicorn with a mane of fire was sorting through tomes, perusing over the spines. “Yes, Dusk Shine?” the stout alicorn replied, his voice a deep and pleasant timbre, so lost in his scholarly exploration he didn’t offer the young colt by his side even a cursory glance. “What’s a cunt?” “That’s a vulgar term for what’s in a mare’s private area- WHAT?!” Blast! The alicorn exploded at him right after, and punished the young colt with a page of lines, front and back. It was certainly a forbidden piece of knowledge all right. Fortunately, in his mentor’s half-attention, he was accidentally given a clue to parse over. ‘A mare’s private area.’ Just what were mares hiding in their private area? No wonder they acted so defensively about it, it was a secret they were keeping all to themselves! But the colt was resourceful and smart. He’d have to plan a heist... Dusk had acted as he normally had after school was finished. He did his chores, conversed with his mother and father about his day - leaving out the obvious details that were best left unsaid - before disappearing upstairs after family dinner. As far as his parents were concerned, he was studying… well, he was studying, couldn’t neglect that... but he wouldn’t be going to sleep right after! He’d remain awake, patiently awaiting for the correct moment to enact his plan... Eventually, dusk became night, and with his ear to the door, the colt heard the sound of his sibling showering, sighing with blatant fatigue, and her clops as she disappeared into her room for the night. After a while, Dusk peeked through a crack in his door. Moonlight illuminated the path to his sister’s domain. It was often locked to outsiders, especially Dusk, but it was a Friday. Drills and theory tests. In her fatigue Gleaming often forgot to lock the door, throwing herself onto her bed and falling into an extremely deep sleep - a fact Dusk Shine never took advantage of… until tonight. He crept from his room, and snaked along the ground, like some sort of ground-bound reptile. When he finally reached his sister’s door, he weaselled his head through the crack. His sibling’s room was dark, but it wasn’t hard to notice Gleaming’s stark white coat, especially in the low light where it seemed almost to glow. She was snoozing on her bed, of course. It looked as though she had been tossed atop the covers like a discarded doll; one of her fore hooves hung off, her head thrown back as her chest rose and fell with her unabashed and ungracefully loud snores. Assured with the knowledge she was as deep into sleeping as Dusk was with a good book, he traipsed forward into ‘den’. He was wary not to make any noise, and kept his breaths shallow lest he roused her. He climbed onto her bed, his hind legs flailing as he struggled to pull himself up, finally pulling onto the foot of his sister’s bed with a slight grunt; clambering to his hooves and feeling a swell of pride at accomplishing the first stretch of his mission. However, the dumb smile he wore shrank into something a lot more timid when he landed his eyes on his sister. The opening of her bedroom door allowed a modicum of moonlight to bathe over her. The result was something the colt hadn’t quite expected. The light obviously disturbed her sleep, her head rolling onto her cheek to avoid the moon’s ethereal glow in her closed eyes, but it seemed to give her some serenity in her slumber. Her breathing became more gentle, no longer snoring quite as loudly. Whilst her feminine form was an illusion for what was beneath - pure strength and brawn - she maintained an elegance found in only the truest of mares, upholding her own unique beauty; even if Dusk’s eyes still perceived her as ‘icky’, he had to admit… She was awful pretty. He almost blanched at the admission, shaking his head as he reaffirmed why he came here to begin with. He had to discover what the elusive ‘cunt’ was, and he knew the clues thus far lead him to a ‘mare’s private area’. And, if a mare’s ‘area’ was the same as a colt’s ‘area’, then that would mean there was only one place that could be… His eyes, which had been locked firmly on her face, began their slow and steady descent down the mare’s form. Her gently rising chest, her slender stomach. He noted a pair of small protrusions through his sister’s ivory coat, two pink little nubs. He hadn’t a clue what they were, probably just a distraction from his true goal. He let his eyes descent further still. Her flanks, and then finally, her private area. Nestled at the junction of her thighs, Dusk Shine’s eyes became acquainted with something that both confused and captured him entirely. Two, plump, light grey lips. The snatch was also joined with a perineum and puffy sphincter, but Dusk’s attention was focused squarely on his sister’s cunt. He lowered to his belly and slid along, approaching the delicate flower with furrowed brows and open eyes; completely enthralled by his own interest, and sight of the dainty labia. He got so close that his breaths glanced off the delicate soft skin, and he could feel its radiating heat against his own muzzle. Was this was a ‘cunt’ was? Was this what the mare’s were keeping secret? Questions surfaced, more so than his brain could comprehend, and he knew of only one way to get answers: Physical examination. His hoof was filled with a shy trepidation as it inched forwards towards her. He poked one of the puffy lips and flinched; expecting an immediate reaction from his sister. But none occurred. Releasing his relieved sigh, the colt peered at the vulva with scrutiny and intrigue. Aside from the obvious fact it wasn’t at all like what he had between his legs, the colt was surprised at how soft it felt, and wanted to touch it again. Unbeknownst to him however, there was a reaction from Gleaming. An internal reaction. Her dream, what once was some action fuelled romp of a self-aggrandised unicorn mare on a war-torn battlefield… until a pink shadow charged through the enemy line and scooped her up. Before she could register what had occurred, she was on a bed, one far larger than her own. Armour had been replaced for lingerie, and her captor’s eyes looked upon her sensually; burning with lust. Her hooves hovered over her chest, her hind legs parting suddenly in submissive presentation. A pink silhouette climbed over her, the horn and wings making the individual unmistakably reminiscent of her crush. However, as he leant down to kiss her, her hooves wrapped around his back and she rolled until she was on top; her dream self giving the figure below her a cocky smirk, her muzzle lowering down… Poke. Dusk pressed his hoof against the tender flower, squeezing and pressing against the mound in such a way it could have been construed as a massage. Really, he just liked how it felt. Continuing his examination, he pulled at the outer lip, his brows rising at the sight of the pussy’s tender pink insides. Intriguing. His other hoof joined the first at pulling the adjacent lip, and he became wide-eyed at the sight. There was a hole! It wasn’t a wound, certainly. It looked drilled in, yet wholly natural. Did all mares have slots like this? The more he tried to find answers he only unearthed more questions it would seem. With pursed lips and curious stare, he wondered what would happen if he plugged up his sister’s hole… Slowly, he glided one of his hooves over the tender pink flesh - the act sending small jolts of pleasurable electricity throughout the sleeping mare - until finally the tip of his hoof could pass into her, and immediately the colt went wide eyed. His sister’s twat was taut, and the walls seemed almost to clamp, flex around him as if on reflex. It was as though her canal was merely another muscle that had been trained and strengthened like the rest of her. With this new development in mind, his eyes immediately rose from his sister’s cunt to her face, and saw that her normally white cheeks had taken on a hue of pink. That wasn’t even taking into account that her chest was rising and falling quicker than it was before. Was this her body’s natural defence to his spelunking? This was bad. Gently, he tried to pull his hoof from her... but he couldn’t! She had clamped around him, squeezing, as if she wanted to bring more of him into her. He pulled and he pulled, until she began to leak and wetten around him embedded limb. He thought the moist secretion was acid, until his nostrils picked up a thick dense scent instead. It made his head feel fuzzy, and his heart quicken… Poison gas! He continued to pull softly, applying more pressure, his hoof nudging back and forth as he tried to pull it free… then it happened. He flinched, something wet flicking across his muzzle; frightened by something that suddenly revealed itself to him. It was a large pink nub, like a button, that seemed to come from nowhere. Her clit winked, his sister suddenly moaned; her walls eased on their clamping. Seizing the opportunity, Dusk pulled his hoof free. He gave a sigh of relief, but his attention was drawn straight to his hoof right after. Sticky. His hoof was covered in a slick wet juice of sorts. He brought it to his muzzle, inhaling the scent, and felt dizzy by its overpowering aroma. It was sweet smelling, but the aroma was as dense as a bushel of flowers… He wanted to lick it. It was something of an imperative, disgust was a fleeting emotion, for the nectar that covered his hoof looked like honey to his eyes - sweet, and mouth wateringly delicious. He brought it to his mouth, dragging his tongue over his limb, scraping against the marecum. At last, he understood the secrecy, why mares were so intent on keeping this secret close to their chests. The way the flavour danced on his tongue, the rush of excitement that washed over his young body. He recalled a definition in his head, the only one suitable to describe the taste. Mares had literal ambrosia between their legs! Dusk continued to lap at his sister’s juices, feeling a sense of vindication; literally tasting the answer he had been searching for upon his limb. However, the sense of high he got from the musty taste, soon licking his own fur and hoof. He looked to his sister’s twat, the moist core of her femininity looked so much more inviting now. His hooves went back to spreading her apart, the quick and sudden motion eliciting a subdued moan from the sleeping mare’s mouth. Her dreams a mere phantom of the actual experience, having never actually had sex, there was vague thrusting from the stallion of her desire; yet the mare felt herself grow hotter and hotter as her pleasure inexplicably mounted. Dusk’s breath were shallow, as though his lungs were quarter the size they were before. His sister’s honeypot glistened with feminine nectar, and he suddenly felt parched. He spared no seconds in allowing his tongue to fly past his lips, pressing into her soft pink folds. He felt nothing but complete euphoria at tasting his sibling’s most intimate product. His tongue passed over the love passage, her urethra, covering all of her pinkness with his own. Gleaming moaned, Dusk barely listened. Gleaming could feel herself experiencing the most rapturous pleasure of her life, her dream becoming less and less coherent was she was slowly drawn from it. Less of the pink stallion was visible, soon replaced with a faint flat white that wasn’t unfamiliar from her bedroom ceiling; half awake, half in dream. Dusk continued to lick. It was a messy endeavour, his untrained muscle becoming coated with his sister’s sweet secretions. He liked feeling Gleaming’s puss against his lip, yet he didn’t know why. As he licked, he felt his sister’s winking cunt buzzer press against his muzzle, and an idea popped into his head. His lips felt around for his sister’s nub, eventually clasping around it as the button exposed itself; sucking on it like a teat. His tongue lashed and whipped against the bud, slurping greedily on his sister’s ambrosia. Gleaming, of course, reacted to this new assault of stimuli from the unwitting colt. Her hips rose, pushing against Dusk’s mouth as her strong thighs locked around the colt’s head. “Oh, Bolero,” Gleaming cooed out the name with a sultry moan, pushing against Dusk in her half-asleep stupor. “Mmph!” Dusk grunted in panic. Was she awake? His eyes looked upwards, his sister still asleep, although he saw the largest of smiles on her face; a goofy grin. When Dusk Shine ceased to lick, he felt his sister’s thighs press tighter against his cheeks, and her expression becoming distinctly… dissatisfied. The colt moved his tongue, and felt her form shiver, and a gasp escape her lips as her thighs loosened their grip around him. Curious. He did it again, and again, each one provoked a positive reaction from the mare. Did she like this? Do all mares like having their ‘cunts’ licked? Then why are they so secretive? Dusk was sure if all stallions knew of the delicious liquid between a mare’s legs they’d happily lick them. Hmm, but then there could be a shortage... Maybe mares could share this secret to somepony special, and then have them do it for them! Then they’d both be happy! As Dusk thought on this, his tongue kept licking at the delicate bud, encouraged by his sister’s moaning of all things. He circled the pink pearl, polishing it with his tongue before he began to lightly gnaw it between his teeth; surprising it eventually as he brutalised it with many uncoordinated licks. The pleasure was so great that Gleaming was taken further and further from her dream. Less did she attribute her pleasure to the dream stallion pounding away at her cunt, and instead to a small tongue running up and down her slit, a pair of lips squeezing around her ecstasy bud. Dusk sucked and tongue lashed the clit, even when words began to flow from his sister’s lips. “Yes... yes... yes...” the mare’s voice became like a piston, repeating the same word over and over as her pleasure continued to escalate into its inevitable crescendo. Her eyes parted fully to blurry vision, recognising that something was occurring between her thighs, making the ecstasy she felt in her dream all the more real. Groggily, and panting, Gleaming looked downwards as she propped herself up. She blinked, blinked away her blurry vision and adjusting her sight to the low light. Then, when she saw a pair of familiar violet eyes looking back at her, she blinked again. Even though eye contact was made the stimuli didn’t stop, and the situation was so ridiculous, so insane, that clarity was slow to embrace her… then, when it finally did... “D-Dusk!? What are you- ahh!” Gleaming’s back arched as the unwanted orgasm crashed into her like a wave hits a cliff edge. It rocked her very body, giving her a sensation not unlike being electrocuted, only far less electrifying. The orgasmic sensation travelled up each and every nerve, and emptied her lungs like a swift punch to her stomach. Her body couldn’t help but push itself against her brother’s maw, whose suckling only strengthened as he was rewarded with a gush of marecum over his muzzle. Gleaming felt so inexplicably fatigued, that she was forced to suffer the afterglow, and Dusk’s continued oral ministrations. Willing herself up, she looked down to Dusk, teeth bared, and her white cheeks a bright shade of red - humiliation and anger combined as one. “Dusk!” she barked, just like her drill instructor would, glaring at him with a never before seen fury. Dusk Shine parted from his sister’s nub with an audible pop, looking up at his sister with knitted brows and a frown. “What?” Gleaming blinked, almost taken aback by the confusion in his tone. “W-what are you doing?!” Looking smug, the colt gave a half-smile. “I found your secret,” he nodded, eyes closed with certainty. Shaking her head, her breaths becoming a pant as panic consumed her, Gleaming paused to blink. “What?” “I found the cunt!” he proclaimed excitedly. “It took me a while, and I even got detention for asking around-” “This is what your detentions were for!?” “But after some research and careful planning, I was able to locate it,” he explained casually, prodding at his sister’s nether lips with his hoof, before pointing said hoof at his sister. “Not even you could hide it from me!” Gleaming was left speechless, her lower jaw flapping uselessly as she tried to think of any words to say in such a surreal situation. Having no response, she just shook her head violently, slamming her hind legs together so fast that Dusk backed away with a flinch. “Get. Out.” Dusk blinked. “I thought you were liking it-” “Out, out, out!” she demanded, firm and loud, her horn sparked with her fury. Dusk Shine had never seen his sister like this before, and felt his form quiver with fear. Wordlessly, he hopped down from his sibling’s bed and galloped out, across the hall and back into his room; closing the door shut behind him. The colt then hid beneath his bed covers, wondering what he should do; his sister’s excretions still plastered over his face. Gleaming watched him go, shutting her door closed with a flicker of her horn, before turning onto her side. After a while her breathing slowed, anger and panic becoming lesser, worry joining them. Her brother had… licked her, down there. A place that, certifiably, no other stallion had touched. This was not only wrong, but also illegal. Was she supposed to tell somebody? She quickly threw any notion of that away. She kept going over it in her head. He had no idea what he was doing, and that’s what threw her off. It wasn’t the machinations of some night rapist, it was the naive and unexpectedly idiotic actions of her brother. And even though she tried to resist the thought, she couldn’t help but acknowledge that it certainly felt good - her juices plastering the insides of her thighs were testament to that, which just made everything all the more confusing. Clasping her eyes shut, she resolved to let her future-self deal with Dusk Shine. She hadn’t settled on anything just yet, but she knew how to avoid future instances of this. It would probably be the most difficult mission she’d ever be tasked with, at least until she became an actual guard. That mission? Teaching her brother all about the birds and the bees... Solaris help her. > Chapter 2: Afternoon Reciprocation > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Even the young Dusk could feel the thick and awkward tension in that air that morning. He awoke early to shower, not only to remove all evidence of last night’s activity from his face, but because prior to going to sleep he thought long and hard on how to avoid his sister. He considered going to school, perhaps shouting the forbidden word at the top of his lungs atop his teacher’s desk and get detention for all of eternity. That way, he would never have to see Gleaming Shield again… only, he failed to account for the day. It was a Saturday. If he couldn’t avoid her, then he would ensure that she couldn’t do anything to him. He spent every precious second her could at the breakfast table in the company of his mother and father, avoiding his sister’s dagger-like stare from across the table as though it was a sickness. He then shadowed either of his parents around the house, although the unfortunate inevitability of work called them from home, and soon, he was forced to take shelter in his own room. He took to hiding in a pillow fort of his own design - robust and fortress-like - watching the door with keen vigilance… Knock, knock, knock. “I’m not in!” Dusk called from behind a pillow, before hiding behind it. “Yes you are,” Gleaming retorted from behind the door. “No, I’m not!” “Yes, you are!” “No!” “I’m coming in.” “No you’re not!” The door creaked open, unsurprisingly, and Dusk Shine grimaced. The first line of defence had failed. Now he’d have to rely on the cushiony walls, the robust blankets, and his own will, to keep him safe. Gleaming, meanwhile, looked upon her brother’s ‘fortress’ with bemusement, closing the door with her hind leg. It was four individual pillows forming some of a lidless box around her young sibling, a thin purple blanket was tossed on top. An admirable attempt, she had to admit. “Dusk, I know you’re in there,” she informed, stepping closer to the bed. There was no reply, and the mare gave a weary sigh, wearing a muted smile. She climbed onto the bottom of her brother’s bed, sitting with her back against the wall and one hoof resting on the hoofboard of the bed; considering how to begin such a gauche exchange. “Okay, so, let’s just acknowledge what happened, happened. That’s how you’re supposed to start these things... isn’t it?” she said, looking to the pillow fort… There was no reply. A terse laugh escaped her lips as she resuming looking forwards, scratching her cheek. “I should have thought on this more. It’s not like I caught you jacking off. What you did... well, lets just say you skipped a couple of steps...” she gave a humourless grin at the pillow fort, before sighing. “Okay, so basically,” she started, trying to recall how the lesson went, “colts and fillies are like flowers, right? So a filly has a ‘stamen’ and a colt a ‘pistil’, and-” “It’s the other way around,” Dusk corrected timidly, his horn and eyes poking over the pillow edge at his sister, retreating back when Gleaming met her eyes with his. “On a flower, I mean…” Gleaming smirked. “Right. So, uh, what’s the point of those different parts?” she asked, hoping the colt would arrive to the conclusion himself. “So they can pollinate,” he answered, then furrowed his brows, looking away, then back to his sister. Gleaming inhaled for the question that was no doubt coming. “But sometimes there are flowers that grow with both pistil and stamen. I don’t think ponies do that, do they?” “Eh…?” Gleaming expression was skewed. The answer to that particular question was answered for her the first time she showered in the barracks, but it wasn’t what she was hoping he’d say. “No, Dusk, focus. A colt has a stamen. His stamen in this context is his, uh. penis. A filly a pistil. A pistil is her-” “Cunt?!” Dusk finished happily. “Vagina,” she intoned her correction, rolling her eyes. “Ponies pollinate each other like flowers. So...?” she said, rolling her hoof, encouraging the gears in the little colt’s head to move. The colt pursed his lips, deep in thought, then looked back at his sister through the crack between sheet and pillow. “Ponies can make fruit?” “That’s… that’ll do,” Gleaming sighed, giving a weak shrug. “And you’re saying that I’m a fruit?” Dusk said quizzically. “In a sense, yeah,” she nodded, chuckling at the thought. “So colts and fillies can pollinate each other to make… fruit?” “Yes, but instead of fruit, it’s Foals,” Gleaming corrected pointedly, her brows knitted. “Oh… oh!” Dusk let out, the realisation hammering itself into his head, leaving him wide-eyed; looking at his sister, confused. “But bees carry the pollen from flower to flower. How does it work with ponies?” Gleaming sighed, now regretting she went the vaguest possible way of going about this. “Okay, so, so, so…” she trailed off, looking away from her brother to hide the pensive expression on her face. She could continue her vagueness, but she was worried it might draw out this awkward situation longer than it needed to. “‘So’, what?” Dusk asked. “Ah!” Gleaming exclaimed. Dusk had somehow gotten right next to her without the mare noticing. The colt had plonked his hindquarters right next to her, staring up at her with curious eyes; the pillow fort was now a soft ruin of cushions and covers. “How does it work?” he reiterated his question, seemingly ignorant of his sister’s surprise; his thirst for knowledge unquenchable. “Well, um…” she ran her hoof up and down her arm, looking at her brother’s innocent gaze. It was a lot more innocent than it should of been, considering the night before. She exhaled. “Okay, you’re a smart kid. Smarter than I was at your age anyway,” she began, giving him a half-smile; he returned it. “So, I’m going to be direct.” “Direct?” “Yes,” she reaffirmed, nodding. “I’m not going to leave anything unsaid, and nothing censored. So you best brace yourself. I wish I did when I was your age…” Dusk’s eyes glimmered with excitement, and he leant forwards towards her; a huge grin on his face. This was something he wanted to hear an adult say to him for a longtime. She was going to tell it to him straight, finally. He. Was. Ready! “Yep, just squeezed me out of her,” Gleaming explained casually, gesturing as she spoke, before pointing to Dusk. “Squeezed you out too.” Dusk Shine’s smile was gone, and he feared forever; his sunken eyes hollow, going over every single thing the mare revealed to him. She was excruciating in her detail. He now knew the purpose of her bits, and the purpose of his, yet this knowledge came at the most horrific of costs: his innocence. He looked up Gleaming, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to formulate a sentence. None came. Was this the burden of forbidden knowledge? A part of him wished that he had never stared into the abyssal chasm of his sister’s cunt… vagina. “I had that same expression as well,” Gleaming empathised with a smirk. “I remember when I learnt all of this stuff during sex-ed. All the diagrams and… icky stuff. I was afraid of being near other colts for weeks after the lessons ended. But, it’s better to learn it now than finding yourself with a pretty mare and not knowing what the heck to do, ya know?” “But why?!” Dusk exclaimed, eyes widened. “It’s so gross, and… and… ugh!” Gleaming Shield gave a laugh, shaking her head lightly. “I mean, you’re not entirely wrong, Dusk. But hey, if mom and dad got over it, then so can you.” Dusk Shine screwed up his face. Although he loathed to, he wanted to ask another question - a fact which would have surprised him any other day. “Why did mom and dad even decide to, ya know, have us, have… sex,” he whispered under his breath, the word forever enshrined as taboo in his mind. Gleaming didn’t really want to consider and think on anything with her parents and sex in the same sentence, but depending on how she worded this she might save her brother’s mind from too much mental scarring. “Well, bro, you ever heard of something called love?” The colt nodded fervently. “Well, sex is love… sorta. Only two ponies who care about each other deeply ever do it,” she told him, wearing a false grin. Admittedly, that wasn’t entirely true. She had heard many a story at the academy of stallions gloating of their conquests and mares celebrating being conquered. Maybe if she drilled this sentiment into him now, she wouldn’t have to hear such stories from her own brother. “Wow, mom and dad must love each other a whole lot to have sex twice,” the colt said in amazement. Gleaming looked skyward, closing her eyes and sighing. She looked back to the colt. “More than twice. Probably.” “Eew,” Dusk grimaced. “Why would you-” “It feels good, okay?” she interrupted, crossing her hooves. “Sex might be disgusting to hear about, but it’s not all sweat, panting and… juices. There’s a reason why they call it ‘making love’. It acts as a contract for affection, a way to make kids, all that jazz,” she continued to elaborate, uncomfortably shifting as she looked away. “A-and it feels good.” Dusk furrowed his brows, tilting his head. “Have you done it?” Gleaming blushed, her jaw beginning to flap with fluster. “W-well, n-no. I’m still a virgin... But I know it feels good.” “How do you know if you never done it?” Dusk probed, eyes squinting. “I just do, alright!?” she fired back, crossing her hooves; rosy faced. “It’s just something you can assume, ya know? You rub your bits, it feels good. Someone else rubbing your bits should feel better…” she trailed off. “Rub your bits?” “Yeah, masturbating, polishing the clam, rolling the pearl, wetting the hoof-” she stopped herself mid-sentence, noting her brother’s gormless expression. “You have no idea what I’m talking about do you?” “No… but I’d like to!” Dusk said, wearing an eager smile; his curiosity worn like a mask on his face, hiding the naivety beneath. “Could you teach me?” “Nope!” Gleaming exclaimed, defiantly shaking her head. “Okay, sorry, have to draw the line here,” she said firmly, drawing her hoof across the air in a swift horizontal line. “What? Why?!” Dusk bemoaned, frowning excessively. “It’s weird and wrong!” was her answer, hooves articulating her explosion. “I’m teaching my little brother about sex. It’s just not normal.” “Why isn’t it?” “You ever heard of the word taboo? It just isn’t, Dusk,” Gleaming explained, sounding weary. Dusk pouted, a sight that would have been adorable if current circumstances lessened it. “I wish it wasn’t.” Gleaming sighed. “Well, I can’t say I share the same sentiment,” she said bitterly, giving her sibling a slight frown; feeling some regret upon seeing her brother’s pained wince. Dusk glanced to his sister, his muzzle still lowered. “Can anypony love anypony? Love anypony they want?” Gleaming blinked, brow raising. In-between getting lost in his eyes, Gleaming had often heard Bolero talk about the emotion being indiscriminate. And while she could see where the colt was heading, she couldn’t bring herself to lie. “Yes… anypony can fall in love with anyone. That’s just how the whole ‘love thing’ works.” The colt nodded, his resolve clear on his face. “Then I love you.” Gleaming scoffed, even though she knew that she should dismiss it and tell the colt why he was wrong, she felt compelled to rebuke it instead. “You’re just saying that.” “Nuh-uh!” Dusk shook his head, wearing a determined frown. “I mean it! I can’t think of anypony I like as much as you.” “Liking somepony isn’t the same as loving them, Dusk.” “Then what’s the difference?” Gleaming tutted, giving her brother a shrug. “I don’t know. There’s supposed to be signs. Bodily reactions. That sort of thing.” “Oh… well, t-there was something,” the colt shyfy admitted, one hoof crossed over the over. “Really? What?” Gleaming asked, leaning towards the colt with a half-furrowed brow. “Last night, when-” “I’mma stop you right there,” Gleaming interrupted, leaning back and wearing a grimace. “If this has anything to do with what’s between my legs-” “It was the way you looked,” it was Dusk’s turn to interrupt, feeling his cheeks burn as his posture deflated. “I thought you looked b-beautiful…” the word came out broken delivered by the shy colt, his attempt to put on a deeper voice to sound mature for his elder sister was a failure, but his sister’s absorbed look encouraged him on. “Looking at you made me forget how to breath…” Gleaming Shield had never been on the receiving end of such flattery before. Sure, it might have been from her brother’s lips, but not even she wasn’t immune to such affectionate adulations. She blushed, her gaze lingering overly long on Dusk before she looked away; letting out a spluttering cough, forgetting to breath herself. “Are you okay?!” Dusk asked loudly over his sister’s coughs, reaching out a hoof in concern. “I’m fine, I’m fine,” Gleaming batted away his hoof as she regained composure, breathing normally again. She looked to Dusk a final time, his adorable expression causing a loop-de-loop in her chest. She gave a sigh, clenching her eyes as she rubbed her temple. She knew she’d end up regretting this. “Fine. I’ll… I’ll teach you... Just this once, and you can’t say anything about this. Ever. For the rest of your life and beyond,” she was stern when she spoke, yet the hardness of her words did not dissuade the smile growing on her brother’s lips. The colt gasped, hopping up and down on the spot as he beamed as hit sibling, clopping his hooves together in jubilant display. “Yay!” “Ugh,” Gleaming said with angst. “Get to the other side of the bed and lean against the headboard.” “Right away!” Dusk replied, instantly complying to his sister’s instructions. Gleaming watched him bounce happily to the adjacent side of the bed, as if this wasn’t the most insane act of the mare’s life. His excitable demeanour was enough to make the mare roll her eyes, but it lessened her doubts somewhat, miraculously. When the colt came to a stop, his back to the headboard, he looked at the mare expectantly whilst wearing an eager smile. “What now?” Gleaming took a breath, preparing to say the words she never once thought she direct towards her brother. “Open your legs.” The colt blinked. “But then you’ll see-” “So? You saw all of me last night, and then some,” she interrupted with a retort, self-aware of the fact she sounded a tad too eager to see her brother’s ‘bits’. “I-I can’t teach if you’re not willing to learn,” she continued, stammering. The colt squirmed in place. “I don’t know,” he replied, squeamish. “Ugh, fine,” Gleaming responded. A part of her realised that she could have easily brought a stop to things here before they escalated beyond the point of no return… but, well, that wouldn’t make for an interesting story. The guard in training shimmied on her haunches until she was similarly positioned to her brother. Only, she was a lot more willing than he was to put herself on open display… Dusk watched Gleaming as she parted her hind legs, revealing to him her precious treasure. The intimacy of the act wasn’t lost on the colt; whose purple cheeks turned pink at the alluring sight. They looked just as plump and puffy as he remembered them. The familiar quickening in his chest returned from the night before, as well as the faint memory of her obscene taste. He couldn’t look away. Gleaming smirked at her brother’s reaction, raising her chin confidently as she leant back against the hoofboard, her fore hooves stretched along it in a laid back pose. “Okay, see? Not so bad, is it?” she said, although, a part of it was more so directed at herself than the colt. “Okay. I’ve shown you mine - not that you haven’t seen it before,” she said pointedly, the remark causing the colt to cease looking at her private parts and instead her face; where she curled her lip. “Now you show me yours.” Dusk gulped, silently nodding. Timidly, he leant backwards, and similar to his sister, he parted his hind legs as he held his hooves close to his chest. His face burned red as he exposed himself, the mare’s brows furrowed as she looked at ‘them.’ “W-what is it? Is something wrong?” Gleaming’s head tilted, giving her brother’s genitals a more scrupulous peer. “I’m just… surprised,” she replied. “W-why?” the colt asked shyly, his shoulders raising as he tried to hide more of himself behind his hooves. “They’re… big,” she couldn’t help but stress the word, a quick exhale of air coming from his nostrils - a breathy smirk. Gleaming, much to her shame, was a shameless peeker. She was a teen, and so she was understandably curious about the other sex. After showering post-drills the blue-maned mare oft sneaked looks at nearby stallions. Their wetted tails weren’t apt at hiding their prides, and so Gleaming couldn’t resist giving them looks from out the corner of her eye. She had seen small balls, large balls, weird balls. She had glanced some looks at swollen sheaths too small to contained their lengths, and sheaths that looked like nothing more than loose flaps of skin. However, it was not enough to merely iterate that, compared to them, her brother’s cock was breathtakingly massive. It was obscene to see such a thing on such a young colt. Her brother’s balls were so large they created a slight depression in the sheets they were laid on. They looked positively pendulous. The roiling purple pair looked far larger and heavier than anything she had ever seen in the showers, that’s for sure. They were about as large as apples she reckoned. Two, large purple apples. What’s more, the sheath was swollen, fat looking. Some part of her, unabashedly depraved and degenerate, thought on how large her brother’s prick must be to make its home look strained. She wondered how it was at all possible she had never noticed her brother’s ‘gift’ before. But then again, she never felt compelled to appraise it before… “I-is that bad?” Dusk asked, drawing Gleaming out of her thoughts. “Err, no,” she replied flatly, gently shaking her head as she wore a whimsical smile. “You’d be hard pressed to find somepony who, uh, likes them small.” “Oh. So that’s good?” “Yeah, I mean, it’s kinda hot-” Gleaming answered with a smile, before stopping herself and allowing it to falter; her muzzle wrinkling. “Ugh. It’s getting weird again. Just hurry up and touch yourself.” Wincing at the bluntness of the order, the colt pushed a hoof into his chest. “Like this?” “Lower…” Stomach. Gleaming sighed. “Lower.” Pelvis. “Lower.” The colt stared at his sister innocently as his hoof finally made contact with his overburdened sheath. He released a quivering gasp as a foreign sensation travelled like a pleasurable vibration throughout him. The suddenness of the feeling frightened him into freezing, looking at his sister with a slight frown. “It feels weird,” he told her, “like I used too much magic too quickly-” “Except not quite as unpleasant,” she concluded dryly for him. She felt a flutter in her belly at the sight of his cheeks becoming redder. He knew what he was feeling was good, yet needed a bit more encouraging. He should have counted himself so lucky to have such a helpful sister in such close vicinity. “Just keep at it. It’ll be worth it, trust me.” Pursing his lips, Dusk looked at his mysterious attachment, and started to follow his sister’s instruction. Because, of course, who else could he trust as much as his own sister? He began to poke at the sheath with the tip of his hoof. Under the turgid flesh, he felt the hard organ begin reacting to his amateur movements; yet, his way of going about it was apparently amusing the mare. Dusk looked to her with a bashful gaze. “What are you laughing at?” “Don’t poke the damn thing like it’s moldy sandwich,” she answered, a giggle sandwiching her words, holding a hoof to her lips. “W-what am I supposed to do?” he asked, nervous and looking to Gleaming as though she was his only lifeline. The mare gave a slight shrug. “Try rubbing it instead?” “You don’t sound so sure!” Dusk exclaimed, genuine if somewhat misplaced fear in his voice. “What if I do it wrong? What if I die?” “If masturbation killed, nopony would do it,” she replied, lip curled, trying to suppress a laugh for her brother’s sake. “Just…” “Just what?” Gleaming sighed. One of her hooves began to glide down her chest and stomach. There was a deliberate slowness in her movement that could have easily been mistaken as sensual, if not for the fact that ‘sensual’ was a word completely foreign to the mare’s lexicon. The slowness was that tincture of reluctance that remained a part of her, that part which still foolishly believed that she could rescind on every single thing she had done thus far. When her hoof made contact with her sensitive twat, she could feel her heart quicken, the underlying taboo of the situation spurred on a feeling of excitement and even arousal inside of her. “Like this,” she instructed, slowly and delicately, ensuring her brother could see. Gleaming began to draw circles against her pussy lips, pushing the plump lips of her vulva apart to expose her pink to the underside of her hoof. She suppressed a pleasured gasp as she pushed against her clit, the sparks of bliss made her hind legs quiver. The pleasure was exacerbated for some reason, and she quickly realised. Her brother was watching her very closely. She almost forgot he was there. “J-just rub and stroke. Until you get a boner.” Dusk blinked, attention torn from the mare’s moistening clam. “Boner?” Gleaming winced, ceasing her clit polishing. “An erection. It, uh, happens when you feel really happy.” “Like when I’m reading a book!” the colt added, looking a tad too happy. “Yeah… no,” she replied flatly. Although, this was Dusk they were talking about. She wouldn’t have been surprised if the colt had sported a stiffy in the past and thought it was just an elaborate and fleshy book stand for leisurely reading. She resumed her rubbing. The thought had threatened to leave her in a fit of giggles. “Just do what I’m doing. Quickly.” Dusk gave a nod. He began to rub his sheath, his large balls clenching as a steady tide of pleasure ebbed and receded outward from his cock. His slow circles made his chest rise and fall faster, until something began to push against his hoof. The colt’s cock began to emerge, slowly pouring out from his swollen sheath; the rigid purple length thick and fat. The colt’s first taste of true bliss left his fear a mere pittance, and his untrained hoof continued to stroke the tip of his swelling member. Gleaming, meanwhile, continued to polish her pussy lips, grinding her hoof against her love button at the sight of her brother relishing his first encounter with bliss. She paid close attention to the subtle tug of muscles of his face, the opening and close of his lips as his breath hastened in tune with his quickened heartbeat. However, what most enraptured the mare, was the sight of her little brother’s not so little cock. The salacious sex-ram swelled to a size never before seen by the unicorn, at least not in the flesh. As it poured from his sheath, throbbing and twitching with the colt’s arousal, Gleaming felt her cunt clench. The monster was so heavy and big that when the vascular organ stopped growing, it gave a hollow smack as it fell high upon Dusk’s stomach. “I-it’s never looked like this before,” Dusk admitted breathily, rubbing circles beneath the broad crown of his thickened prick. Everything from the pronounced veins, plump medial ring and twitching was enough to make his organ intimidate him; as though one wrong move would displease it. Yet, stroking it, the colt was anything put unhappy. The tingles were almost addicting, and the colt simply didn’t want to stop. “Sis, do I- Gleaming?” he probed her, his sister’s eyes half-lidded, simply staring at him as she rubbed her sex; her hoof now glistened with that sweet honey he tasted but a night before. “Huh, w-what?” Gleaming’s eyes fluttered open and closed. well aware of the fact she was staring at her brother’s twitching leviathan; her hoof coming to a stop on the cleft of her venus. “What is it?” He was huge. The downright monstrous dichotomy between the phallus and its owner was almost surreal bordering on the absurd. The beast of a cock was hideous in its eroticism, and so it was no wonder that Gleaming’s sights - and imagination - was captured by it. The shame of it made her blush. The youthful yet inexplicably masculine aroma of his stallionhood was so dense, that she felt the love tunnel between her legs quiver and contract with an instinctual need. She became acutely aware of how empty she felt. So… “N-nothing,” she answered him unconvincingly, wearing a false smile that looked very taut on her face. She glanced between Dusk’s gormless expression and his hoof, a morbid curiosity swelling in her chest - its swelling easily enough to rival her brother’s stallionhood. “C’mon, tell me,” the colt pleaded, his eyes glistening with innocence. Gleaming’s forced smile become a real, uncomfortable one. Her brother’s double-edged curiosity was as reliable as ever. She watched him, the anxiousness was glaringly blatant upon his awaiting visage. The mare was an aficionado in all things masturbatory for all he knew. This was the root of her sudden turn to the taciturn. Gleaming knew he would believe whatever she told him, and would do whatever she would ask of him in such a situation. This was a major moral dilemma for the guard in training. Would she take advantage of such a sweet, innocent colt, or would she justifiably take advantage of some intimate knowledge she had on the colt- “You’re just doing it wrong,” Gleaming answered coolly, raising her wetted hoof in a gesticulation meant to accentuate the colt’s stupidity as she adorned a knowing smile. “I am?” Dusk tilted his head, resisting the urge to continue stroking the tidy little circles atop his obese purple girth. Gleaming nodded silently, holding the air in her lungs as she built up her will. Her desired course of action was taboo, but so long as things didn’t go too far the pair wouldn’t be mentally scared far into old age, right? “Let me show you,” she offered, voice quiet but no less serious. “’Show me’? W-wait, you want to-” he stopped suddenly, lowering his voice, “-touch my thinggie?” “It doesn’t have to be weird, right?” Gleaming retorted, crawling towards her brother with what he perceived was a disarming grin – but ‘lustful’, was more apt a word. Unfortunately for Dusk, he had never heard of it. “You wanted your big sister to teach you about masturbation. Well... let me teach you.” Dusk couldn’t argue with that. Whilst he enjoyed the touch of his own hoof well enough, if Gleaming could teach him something to increase that enjoyment tenfold, it would be well worth having his own sister accessing his most private area. And besides, who was he to deny the teachings of somepony so obviously well versed in the field? There was nought a difference between Solaris with magical theory, and Gleaming Shield with onanism. Although, he couldn’t recall the last time Lord Solaris had approached a subject with such a... sanguine expression on his face. As Gleaming approached her brother, she found it harder and harder to look away from his fifth leg, the adjoined dark purple monster pulsated on her advance. The carnal part of her believed it was doing it for her, awaiting her touch. The more rational part of her wondered how the heck Dusk had enough blood in his whole body to support such a vascular looking thing. Gleaming stopped her lecherous advance when she was close enough to feel the cock’s warmth radiating against her cheeks – a heat was was surely not from her own blushing face. She was so close, that the sheer denseness of his ball’s emissions was almost enough to stifle her breathing. She could barely compose her enough to sit up, the unicorn’s shadow bathed over the colt. Her brother’s hoof retreated to his chest when hers reached out, silently giving ownership of his pride over to his sister’s hoof. “N-now, what you w-want to do is grab it. L-like t-this,” she said in nervous stammer; her eyes flicking between Dusk’s violet eyes and his attention grabbing fuck stick. Tentatively, she finally made contact with her brother’s rigid thickness. She gasped, feeling it’s heat, almost recoiling when it shuddered back against her delicate touch. With a passive movement, her hoof brushed partway down the length of it – tracing from just under the ridge of his flare, down the urethra. She felt each and every pronounced vein, an obscene spider’s web of piping hot blood; twitching in tune with the colt’s young heart. Her stroking limbs shook all the while, nervous or aroused, she didn’t want to dwell on it. She liked it, the rough texture of the soft flesh, hiding beneath a rock hard core. A whimsical thought passed through her mind as her hoof came to a stop near the leaking crown, on whether her brother’s throbbing organ would surpass a spear in its effectiveness in melee. She wasted no more time thereafter. Keeping true to her ‘lesson plan’, she pressed one on the girth’s side; quickly realising that one hoof was grossly inadequate to wield something so mighty. Her other hoof joined the first, squeezing into the adjacent side of the cervix ram; the act provoking a cute little mewl from Dusk Shine, who shrank further behind his hooves as embarrassment and pleasure conjoined into one confusing cocktail. She brought it towards her, watching as a pea-sized bead of precum leaked from the tip. She locked an unwavering gaze onto that singular droplet, even as her hooves started to move. Up and down, the gentle strokes applied a slight pressure on the upwards strokes, gliding down smoothly to the medial ring where the mare’s ear flicked at the sound of her brother’s muted moan entered it. A part of her wanted to peer his face, to watch her brother make certain expression for the first time in his life – the pleasured twitches, the clasping shut of the eyes as his body shuddered with a new-found bliss. But just as all those things were new to him, Gleaming was experiencing something quite new to her as well. Simply put, she was enamoured with it. The vascular column of her brother’s young and virile masculinity. It throbbed so strongly, felt so warm and full of blood, it was as though she was holding her sibling’s heart in her very hooves. A very purple, and very swollen, heart. It was with that sentiment in mind that kept her strokes slow and delicate, avoiding straying into fervent pumping and tugging – for his sake. She didn’t want to overwhelm him... too much. She felt some pride at seeing his small body instinctively give little thrusts. Even though he tried to suppress his pleasured squeaks, and hide his red countenance behind his hooves, she knew well enough that the colt was in utter heaven right now. She made sure to slow whenever she passed over the fatty ring that surrounding his girth partway down, or when she brushed over the ridge of his flare – just so she could watch his body react to her tender motions. Unsurprisingly, after pumping his thick dick for so long, soon most of his meat glistened with precum, which he dribbled in abundance. His shaft became slippery and sticky, covered in the most depraved sap Gleaming had ever seen, sourced directly from her brother’s meaty ‘trunk’. By now, another feeling of compulsion arose within Gleaming. One that made her mouth water, a sort of hunger, one that she could ignore no longer; having long since abandoned any silly notions of ‘morality’ and ‘taboo’ the very instant she made contact with her brother’s dick. Since Dusk had taken refuge behind his own hooves, the colt could not see as Gleaming began to lean forwards... The colt’s eyes shot open as he looked with fear, and then confusion, at the source of the new sensation on his cock. He saw Gleaming kiss, and then lick the underneath part of his shaft. That couldn’t have been hygienic! “W-what? W are you doing?! Ahh,” the colt moaned, his sister’s tongue licking over his urethra to take down a large luscious bead of his translucent colt juice. Gleaming tore her tongue away, running it over her lips before tilting to the side to look behind the member, staring her brother straight in the face with a seductive grin as she stroked his trembling dick meat. “You’re getting your cock sucked, kid.” “My what is getting what?” Dusk’s question went unanswered through verbal means, instead, Gleaming decided to show him instead. Keeping her frosty blue eyes parted, her tongue landed against the wide flat head of her brother’s dick. It was delightful. The scandelous salty taste of Dusk’s sex stick. The thought of it made her shiver, but rather than revel in it, she was resolute on maintaining eye contact with her shocked sibling. She kept her eyes locked with his as she began to trace the edges of the flare. She did not want to miss when that disbelieving face of his as it turned into one of sheer rapture. She wanted him to give into his new desires, just as she did... She supposed that this made her a bad influence. Whilst he was young, Dusk was still, undeniably, a colt. Confusion and disgust quickly eroded in favour of delight and want. His sister’s tongue licked and her lips sucked on him, the pleasure striking him like a bolt of lightning; travelling down his cock and exploding outwards within him like mighty bomb or firework. His thighs clenched and his hips moved without his saying so, pushing against his sister’s lips on the occasions where pleasure was almost unbearable. Gleaming, after a while, attempted to take the monster of a cock past her lips. Even though her jaw ached in doing so, she managed to take the first couple of inches past her lips, much to her brother’s delectation. “Ah~!” the fat cocked colt moaned. What was happening to him was simply indescribable, even with the extensive vocabulary in the colt’s mind. He just felt… good. What else could he say to getting his cock gobbled? And her lips were good. Damn good. He was so taken by pleasure that he didn’t spare a single care for her teeth that scraped against his turgid flesh - a consequence of his immense size, obviously - as her tongue’s diligence at lapping up each and every ball of precum from his indented urethra. No words were exchanged as Gleaming worked her mouth on her brother’s endowment, mostly due to the former having her mouth stuffed and because Dusk could think on nothing else other than how good his organ felt in her gob. As things progressed, Gleaming ceased stroking his shaft with one of her hooves to fondle one of his egregiously big orbs. The warm purple stone was as heavy as, well, a stone. She could only imagine how full they both were, churning pent up spunk for Solaris knows how long. Her massaging of the balls was to encourage them to unload, to unleash her brother’s rope of cum right into her open mouth. The thought made her feel whorish, but she came to terms with it rather quickly. She wasn’t a whore, it wasn’t as if the cock belonged to some random stallion out on the street. It was her brother! If anything, it just made her a freak, a societal abomination. Not much better, arguably, but that was up for debate. “S-sis…” Dusk said warily, his legs squirming as an unfamiliar sensation boiled in his belly. Gleaming ended with a slow lick across the length of her brother’s tip, before stopping to look at her brother’s scrunched up expression; her hoof continued to stroke up and down the colt’s twitching meat, before she said. “What is-” Gleaming was silenced by her brother’s cock thrusting up against her, uppercutting her jaw and leaving her reeled. Her hoof immediately went to rub her hurting jaw, giving her very little time to react to what came next. The vascular organ gave a mighty throb right before her face, swelling in size and flaring with the first explosive shot of cum. It smacked the mare right in her face, narrowly missing her open eyes and hitting the bridge between them instead. The second smacked against her lips - giving her the first taste of her brother’s salty sweet seed - before the rest of her brother’s sack was simply expelled across her neck, chest and shoulders. The ropes of semen was voluminous, leaving her matted and streaked with distinct milky white lines - making her look akin to an lewd caricature of an albino zebra. “T-that’s what,” Dusk said after the fact, his head falling backwards as he rode the afterglow of his climax. Her brother’s first ever orgasm was less ceremonial than she had hoped, her disappointment was immeasurable, and her day had effectively been ruined. This translated to the expression she wore on her face, one she maintained even as she tried wiping the back of her hoof across her lips to rid them of Dusk’s potent taste; smearing her brother’s milky batter across her muzzle and hoof. “Ugh, it gets everywhere doesn’t it?” she complained looking over herself, covered in streaks of viscous white goo. “I’m gonna need a shower. Although I guess I can’t blame you entirely. I was the one doing all the heavy lifting. And, well, you’re not exactly packing little plumbs are you?” she continued, eyeing her brother’s heavy haul of a sack and then his dazed expression, rolling her eyes before smiling at the colt. “So, what d’ya think of your first ever orgasm?” Dusk was out of breath despite the lack of effort on his part. His softening member still stood up, looking like a crooked flagpole, a string of semen hanging from the flare. He managed to straighten his head, both physically and mentally, as his looked at Gleaming’s curious expression. “I... want... again...” he said between greedy breaths, his cheeks tugged into a tired smile. “Woah there, tiger, slow down,” Gleaming chuckled, a halting gesture accompanying her words. “You just came, you won’t be ready to go for another... few...” Gleaming trailed off, mesmerised. She watched her brother’s spent cock thicken and harden once again, standing at full attention and twitching with the same eagerness present on its owner’s face. “Y-you’re ready to go again, it looks like,” she stated, blinking. What had she done? “You’re ready for something,” her brother added, tentatively. His hoof pointed towards her, aimed between her legs, before he brought it awkwardly to his chest. “You’re soaking. You became wet on two separate occasions: last night when I l-licked you. And when you rubbed yourself just now. E-ergo, it has something to do with s-sex...” “Touche,” Gleaming replied with a blush, smirking, however... he was almost correct. She was wet, soaking, but it wasn’t because of her own hoof. The heat grew as she pleasured him, feeling him under her hooves and lips. But aside from that, he was correct. The fiery need to cum burned between her legs, and whilst a thousand ways to douse such a sensation existed, there was only one that came to mind to her at that moment, one that was currently throbbing right in front of her. There was some apprehension within her still. What they were doing was already degenerate, and sex was a big leap from a blowjob... but was it really? She sighed. She was sick of doubting and denying herself. This wasn’t some half-baked drama novel she was living. It was life, regular and ordinary life. And sometimes it throws curveballs. Such as starting an incestuous sex affair with her brother. “Eh, screw it,” she said, shrugging. “If training for the military has taught me one thing, it’s not to let a moral dilemma get in the way of a good time.” “So you’ll sex me?” Dusk asked, hopeful. Gleaming gave him a humoured smile. How could she deny that face? “Yes, Dusk. I’m going to sex you.” If the colt were able to, he would have happily hopped in place to mark the occasion. However, due to how heavy and large his attachment was, it made such an act infeasible - fatigue aside. He remained still, and felt nervous when she climbed over him. He was unfamiliar with such intimacy, but tried his best to match the emotional maturity of the situation as he perceived it. He didn’t waver in meeting his sister’s eyes, and kept his breathing shallow, trying not to hyperventilate from the excitement of it all. Fortunately for him, Gleaming did not use to the momentum of his recent orgasm to rush into anything yet, although her brows knitted as she looked down at him. “What is it? A-am I doing something wrong?” he asked, looking over himself with worry before his chin was raised; his eyes redirected back towards hers. “No, no, it’s just...” she began assuringly, trailing off as she stroked up the colt’s cheek – a delicate gesture that for some reason made his heart leap. “I haven’t kissed you yet,” she informed, her gaze looking softly on him, her lips pursed. Kisses from mares were a conduit of cooties, this was a well known fact amongst others his own age, however the colt chose not to bring this up. “Y-you haven’t.” “I’ve taken a lot of firsts from you. Do you also want me to steal your first kiss?” “You wouldn’t be stealing it. N-not if I gave it to you...” Dusk finished with a mutter, looking away as his face became beat red. Gleaming chuckled, brushing her brother’s fringe as she leant down, gently coaxing the colt into looking back at her; a warm smile on her lips. “You would be mine too,” she admitted, her voice an intimate whisper that rung loud in the young unicorn’s ears. Dusk did nothing as Gleaming kissed him. He didn’t shrink away or move his lips, he just let the moment embrace him, like a soft hug. They were soft, almost as soft as the lips between her legs, yet his lips pressed to the one’s on her face was undoubtedly more captivating for the young colt. Even though she held it for a mere few seconds, the moment felt as though it lasted hours for him; the fleeting contact was surreal, feeling like a dream, his heart adorned with butterfly wings, his belly tied with myriad knots... He would never forget this. When Gleaming broke the kiss, she brushed back a loose strand of mane that had fallen down the side of her face. She smiled down at Dusk, her own heart similarly raced. “H-how was it?” “Soft,” was his reply, and although it was scant, Dusk was unable to take his eyes away from her. He didn’t want to blink... What had she done? Gleaming let out a slight giggle. Her day was no longer ruined. “I’m glad you liked it,” she smiled, feeling a bit proud of herself. Ironically, the swell of pride within her coincided with a swell of her brother’s pride. Her brows raised suddenly at feeing something smack against her chest, and she looked under herself, and the smile returned. “You really liked it,” she remarked. Dusk fidgeted under the weight of his own fiery arousal. His organ throbbed, each vein running down the length pronounced and more vascular than ever, each trembling twitch released a bead sticky precum onto the colt’s stomach. He wanted her, and had no coherent way of putting his need into words. So instead, he simply nodded in reply to Gleaming; whilst his thighs clenched and his cock flexed. He wanted her bad. Gleaming took in her brother’s desperate nod with a smile and wrapped a hoof around him as she partook in the sexiest hug she had ever experienced. His hot member became sandwiched between them, chest to chest, and then she rolled. She effectively switched places with Dusk. Whilst ‘mounting’ was the position present in all the sex-ed books, she had to accommodate her brother’s height, or lack thereof, so she decided to exercise some pragmatism... Now, the length of his member was pressing into her snatch, parting her moist lips as it was snugly pressed between them. Feeling it against her pussy reminded the mare of how daunting taking such a thing would be. The fact she was the leader on this sexual expedition did ease her worry somewhat. She actually her virginal twat clench in anticipation of receiving her brother’s stallionhood, hooves continued to hug him close, her eyes closed in waiting... Only, there was a slight problem. “What do I do next?” Dusk asked. “Do what feels natural,” she replied, before adding, “but do it gently. I’ve never taking anything as big as, well, you.” Dusk nodded, and Gleaming’s head fell back. To the colt’s credit, she felt only his cock move with the raising of his hips, which was followed by the unsteady prodding between her legs. Gleaming sharply inhaled each time the flare pushed into her, be it her plump cunt, her thigh, her taint... “Too low, too low!” Gleaming squealed, her horn sparking with a light purple aura as she pulled on the colt’s dock, his hindquarters hanging in the air. “Sorry! I couldn’t see!” the colt exclaimed, tone apologetic, holding onto Gleaming for dear life. Gleaming sighed. It wasn’t as magical as she hoped, but as she held the colt aloft with her twinkling aura, an idea entered her head. “It’s fine,” she reassured, lowering Dusk back to his previous position. “But since, since this is your… our first time, how about I lead? Think of it as training wheels. They’ll come off at any time.” Dusk nodded. “Okay. But how- oooh...” he trailed off in groan. Gleaming encased colt’s cock in a shimmering purple light. Her horn worked its magic to direct his dick towards her pink trench, but the sensation of her aura sent pleasurable tingles up the colt’s sceptre, but it shallowed in comparison to what was to come. Gleaming’s magic pushed down on the colt’s haunches, aiming his virgin spear, readying it to pierce into her delicate cunny on her incline. “Here we go,” her voice was quiet, focused, and she finally eased him forwards... Both gasped as they shared in the new experience together. Dusk had never felt so snug, his sister’s cunt gripped around his cock like a vice, her moist virginal twat clamped around the colt’s fuck pole so wonderfully that for just a quick second he genuinely believed himself to be in heaven. The same could not be said for Gleaming. It was only the flare but it may as well have been just the base of a very tall mountain - one that she had to climb every single inch of. Dusk hugged her as she moved him along with painstaking slowness. Each jut of his hips was like a wave of euphoria, for more and more of him disappeared into his sister’s tight sex. His cock was like a ram, her velvety walls a thin wooden gate, broke asunder with his mighty weapon. Gleaming had no end to the metaphors in her head, her cunt struggling to even contract around her sibling it was so large. However, there was an undeniable pleasure in it. The edges of his tip scrapped across every nerve ending in a controlled and self-afflicted brutality that left her legs quivering, and his largeness meant that with every passing inch her g-spot was pushed against; sending little bangs of ecstasy throughout her. Finally, after what felt like hours for both of them, Dusk had finally been consumed. Gleaming gasped when she felt the flare push against her cervix, yet coincidently, there was no more of Dusk’s cock to feed into her already straining twat. She had taken all of him, her entire love canal took on the burden of his fuck snake, entirely plugged. He was a perfect fit. “I-it’s all in me,” Gleaming commented, her pink silken walls continued to squeeze and tighten around him, trying to accommodate his girth. “How does it feel?” “T-tight,” was all Dusk could initially reply. Gleaming’s magic held him in place, keeping his rod embedded within her snug snatch; a conduit to bliss. A few moments passed, and he finally managed looked up at her, his chin on her chest. “How does it feel for y-you?” “Now I know what it’s like to be a teddy bear,” she answered cryptically with an amused simper, Dusk Shine tilting his head in reply. Gleaming took a breath, feeling that she was somewhat used to her brother’s thickness, and with her exhale she pulled lightly on Dusk’s dock. Even when they were leaving her she experienced every inch like it was the first time, however the key difference was the distinct lack of pain. Her hooves tightened around Dusk’s back as the bliss left her every exhale a quiver, her clit winking as Dusk’s juice covered shaft left her. She stopped pulling him out of her she felt resistance, his wide wall splitting crown tugging her insides, almost pleading to not leave its new sheath. A request that Gleaming was all too happy to fulfil. “Hold onto something,” Gleaming advised. “I’m holding onto you,” Dusk replied, punctuating his point by squeezing his already coiled hooves around his elder sister, nuzzling his cheek into her chest. “Yes. Yes you are,” she replied, matching the colt’s squeeze with an affectionate one of her own. It was time. Gleaming pushed her brother’s cock all the way inside of her again, the act prompters shivers from them both but she didn’t relent. Out and in, out and in, her pace slow and steady as she controlled her brother’s thrusting. She liked feeling his heavy smack smack against her plot, the ever present reminder of his virility, the hollow sounding slap, and a reminder of genuineness of the pleasure she was experiencing. That was the difference between a true masculine cock and a fake rubber dildo – massive, breath taking size aside. Each time his member hit her cervix, it was like a gong being struck, the sound instead being a vibration of bliss, which came out as a moan from her throat. Similarly, Dusk was just as elated. Each time his meat was swallowed by his sister’s plump lips, delving into her folds, it was as though he experiencing a new sensation of bliss each time, for it never lessened in intensity or strength. Every inch of his sister’s canal squeezed him in a new place each time, and he never knew what to expect, he couldn’t get used to it – and that was a good thing. His mind was on nothing else but the act, which came in handy for what happened next. Gleaming’s magic dissipated suddenly. And, just as planned, her brother naturally fell into the role. His hips gyrated without her aid, pushing against her sex and mons, lancing deep and only pulling out halfway. Dusk’s hind legs stood to afford him greater leverage, his jaw clenched as his hips began move of their own volition. “There. It’s all you, Dusk. All you,” she cooed lovingly, her brother’s uncoordinated and sloppy thrusting was both adorable, and pleasurable. His movements were an instinctual pursuing of pleasure, and even though they lacked anything that Gleaming could discern as ‘technique’, she still moaned when her brother hit her cervix; his pleasured whimpering the sweetest song to her ears. Dusk shifted his hind legs as he thrust into her, spreading to fill in the empty space between his sister’s legs. He might have had greater results had he unwrapped from Gleaming’s belly, but he refused to. He just wanted to hold her tight and close, listen to her heartbeat, his affection for her couldn’t get any higher. Whilst he fucked her, he paid close attention to her moaning, trying to elicit as many of them from her as he could. When they had quietened, he tried pushed against her at a different angle, or feed less of his fifth leg into her winking slit. As he continued to thrust within her, steadily, that familiar sensation that flowered in his gut before made its return. “G-Gleaming, it’s going to happen-” “Keep going,” she instructed, coddling his head as she threw her head back, her breathing laboured. “It’s gonna happen for me too.” For some reason, that comment alone was what pushed the colt over the edge. His body seized up and he buried himself to the hilt, his cock head flaring as it was pushed against her cervical wall. He grunted, his cock flexed and his balls clenched. He came. When the first jet of spunk painted her insides, Gleaming released a gasp from the force at which it hit the wall of her womb. The warm batter filled her like a warm sticky hose, and her legs stretched out as orgasm hit her like a train. She squeezed on both the cock and the colt as she rode the addicting high of orgasm. She didn’t feel his seed leak out from her despite the quantity, his swollen dick plugging the jizz into her womb. She was lucky not to be in oestrus. Both went limp, tired but utterly contented; Gleaming especially was wearing her satisfied smile without an ounce of shame, stroking down the back of Dusk’s head and neck. “That was-” “I love you,” Dusk interrupted quietly, gently rising and falling, his body dragging him unwillingly to sleep. He was all tuckered out. Gleaming continued to stroke her brother’s head, smiling at him tenderly even though he couldn’t see. They had to come apart at some point. To take his dick from her, clean up their messes, never talk of this again. That fact seemed tragic to her, but she couldn’t imagine how the two would live continuing such a thing... but, for the time being, she was contented to just lay there. Dusk in her arms, gently breathing as he was drawn into his dreams – no doubt they would be about her. And admittedly, she knew hers would be about him. “I love you too, Dusk,” she admitted in a whisper, planting a kiss on the top of his head as she too fell asleep... > Chapter 3: Far-off Continuations > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- 10 YEARS LATER Dusk Shine fluttered his wings impatiently as he considered the wide array of options before him. Over the noise of the bustling marketplace he could barely think, but he had to. Everything depended on it, depended on his choice... which flowers would be best? They looked nice but that wasn’t enough. Dusk was so well versed in all things horticultural that with a mere glance to each sheared bud he could pinpoint the precise date at which each flower had become efflorescent. That wasn’t enough either. He always made that mistake. Knowledge was alone not enough to determine the correct option. He had, after many minutes of staring, just considered creating a bushel with each individual blossom. They were all pretty, but the aromas would overpower one another and none would stand clear. That also didn’t take into account how guilty he would have felt for taking the easy option. He felt confounded, and it constantly gnawed at him. This dilemma was a merely a single question away from being rectified, yet it alluded him, persistently. He wished that he had asked her rather than relying on his deductive skills. It turned out, he wasn’t much of a detective. “You a botanist, sir?” the surprisingly gruff unicorn stallion asked him, brows knitted as he leant on the counter. He had been observing the purple alicorn for quite some time now. The alicorn prince had stood unmoved from his spot since he arrived, looking at his menagerie of blossoms. Dusk, broken from his stupor, could only look at the merchant with a gormless expression. “W-what?” “Hows about a gardener?” he further probed, before he reared his head back slightly in a humoured manner, looking at the unicorn sideways. “You’re not one of them eco-philes are you?” Dusk blinked at the sagely green stallion, regaining some coherency. “Uh, n-no? At least, I don’t think so,” he smiled sheepishly, eyeing the flowers once more with a queer eye before looking back at the green pony. “When I became the Prince of friendship, Solaris... Lord Solaris,” he corrected, his familiarly with the alicorn leaving him negligent of late, “gave me a bunch of titles. I admit, I didn’t look at all of them. I think I own a patch of land somewhere near Trottingham. But I don’t think ‘royal botanist’ was one of my given duties as a Prince.” The green stallion gave a breathy chuckle, adjusting to lean on his other hoof. “It’s just that you’ve been staring at my stock for so long one would think you were making a life and death decision,” he remarked with a humoured voice, his gaze eventually turning coy. “That, or you’re picking out flowers for a mare. Heh. One in the same if you ask me.” Dusk’s purple cheeks turned crimson, and he released a nervous chuckle as he looked around himself. “How could you tell?” He shrugged before leaning even further forwards, taking on a sagely disposition. “Prince or no, you’re not the first stallion to come to my stall, looking clueless and afraid of making the right choice. There’s nothing more elusive than the heart of a mare. It requires a lot of prodding and reading to truly understand it.” “And how well do you understand it?” Dusk asked, intrigued by the stallion’s candour. “Barely!” he replied, loudly, before laughing boisterously, unabashed to passing eyes. It took half a minute for his laughter to die down, the stallion wiping a tear from his eye as he took on serious visage. “How pretty is she?” Dusk blinked, blushing. “W-well I-I’d say-” “Come on, don’t be shy with me. None but my ears will hear,” he encouraged. Dusk nodded, raising his chin as he took a breath. “The prettiest.” “Really now? You sound certain about that. Prettier than all the mares in Equestria?” “Yes,” he reaffirmed, giving a singular nod. “Prettier than all the mares in the world, pony or otherwise?” “Yes!” he replied, resolute and firm. “Prettier than my wife?” the stallion proposed, eyes squinted. “Definitely!” he answered with a smile, which immediately turned into a grimace. “Oh...” The neutral expression the merchant wore broke, becoming a large grin as he gave the Prince a nod. “Atta boy,” he lauded, and would have gave the purple stallion a good natured nudge if he could reach – and if he wasn’t worried that the act would be perceived as 'monarchal assault' from onlookers. The seller’s horn became enveloped in a blue light as he picked up some flowers from his stock, some crimson, some so bright they bordered on pink, creating a bushel. “From the look of ya, I’d guess she’d like some poppies. Typically a soldier’s flower, I know, but still pretty to look at, and the-” Dusk only half-listened as the stallion trailed off, explaining each bud in rambling detail. He kept an eye out for perusing eyes, hoping not to spot a familiar face as he awaited for his bushel. Ten years and not once had he needed to explain himself. Ten years and not once had someone come close to finding out. Admittedly, things had become more difficult as he got older, and as his importance as a figure grew, yet he remained scrupulous about keeping this whole affair a secret. Something simple, such as purchasing a bushel of flowers for his beloved, were avoided for the sake of his privacy. However, the date was special, and necessitated the risk in his eyes. Fortunately, he appeared safe from familiar, prying eyes. Half a minute past and he was dragged out of his reverie by the bushel being suddenly thrust toward him. Dusk took the bushel into his own purple aura, bringing them close to his face and inhaling the scent deeply – surprisingly sweet. When he pulled away, he looked to the stallion with a raised brow. “Why did you pick red?” He shrugged. “I don’t know. Which is weird, because I know a lot,” he chuckled. “I saw your purple coat, and red popped into my head. Hmm. Mix red with white and you get purple. Is the mare you’re feelin’ sweet with have a white coat?” Dusk forced a neutral expression. “Uh, no." “Really? Huh,” he curled his lip and gave a thoughtful rub over his chin, shrugging. “I guess we’ll never know.” “Haha, right,” Dusk replied with forced smile as he placed the flowers across his back. As he unfurled his wing to pick out some bits from his satchel, he saw the stallion shake his head. “What?” “No charge,” the stallion answered, his lip curled. Dusk’s brows met as he looked at the stallion quizzically. “Why?” He shrugged. “I’ve always had a soft spot for fools in love,” he chuckled. “Um, thanks!” Dusk replied, smiling, although he gave the stallion a squinted look. “But if you ask me, that doesn’t seem like a good way to run your business.” He scoffed, and pushed from the counter. “You sound like my wife! Now run along, Prince. Before they wilt.” Dusk nodded, departing from the stall with a light chuckle, his small smile and overall good mood lasted for all of but a few seconds. “Dusk?” Heck. Five faces, ten eyes, seven mane colours. The rest of the elements, all conveniently in the market place, all conveniently happened upon him simultaneously. Damn convenient. Or inconvenient, in his particular context. What a dilemma. “H-hey guys, what are you all doing here?” Dusk asked, jittery. “And what are you doing with flowers?” Rainbow Blitz asked, staring at Dusk with a flippant smile. “What he means, darling,” Elusive stepped forwards with a languid step, tossing Blitz a firm look before giving Dusk a soft one, “is that it is a little surprising to see you of all ponies making such a… intimate purchase.” “Wow, that was much better, Elusive,” Applejack scoffed, the broad stallion rolled his eyes as he stepped forwards, suddenly adorning a coy grin; leaning forwards with raised brow. “So what’s her name?” “O-or his name,” Butterscotch added, tentatively, shrinking behind Applejack as soon as he finished speaking. Dusk suddenly looked to his side, seeing Bubble Berry with his muzzle deep in the bushel of flowers, inhaling deeply before pulling back with a dumb, dreamy smile on his face. “Smells like love!” he announced, before his smile turned lecherous, waggling his eyebrows to Dusk specifically. “And lust... wheee!” he exploded happily, hopping around the alicorn, his expression empty; even if he was screaming on the inside. “Dusk’s in love, Dusk’s in love, Dusk’s in lo-” Dusk grabbed the pink stallion mid bounce, lips pulled back into a grimace as he looked around him, catching eyes with some raised brow ponies; his grimace turning into an apologetic smile. “Please be quiet,” Dusk said with a strained voice through his teeth and false smile, dropping the stallion back onto his hooves as he continued to assuage passers-by with his smile. “I must admit, I am a tad curious about who has you smitten – prying in your private life aside,” Elusive added with a flick of his hoof and a charming smile, his thin veneer of remorse was undercut by the blatant burning of curious desire on his face. A gossiper feeds on gossip. Dusk sighed. They were his friends but it no-less made them carrions when it came to his private life. Fortunately there was always a villain or life lesson to act as distraction for them. A day to be saved, a personal issue, as well as other duties and obligations. And, ordinarily, he was happy to help, engage with them. He was a social butterfly, a true believer in the power of friendship. But, in the very specific window which allowed it, they pried on this particular issue. He fed them vague non-answers, not even giving a clear indication on what his actual preferences were. Anything to keep them from seeking answers. But alas, curiosity was the strongest tether for knowledge, something which Dusk was intimately familiar with. May as well throw them a morsel. “It’s a mare,” he answered flatly. Stares. Silence, a quiet which overpowered the noise of the market square... “Nice going, bro!” Blitz boisterously praised, coming forwards just to deliver a soft punch to the alicorn’s shoulder – who could only smile awkwardly at the cerulean stallion’s coy grin. “Looks like you owe me ten bits, partner,” AJ smacked the pegasus on his back. “Don’t remind me,” Blitz replied drily. “I knew I was being smart by pulling out of that bet,” Elusive added smugly, pa before looking to Dusk with a large grin. “So tell me: what’s her name? And please, don’t spare the details, darling,” Elusive implored, inching closer with a raised brow. Dusk felt like he was being encroached on from all sides, and with a forceful gait, he stepped forwards; parting his friends with his wings as he hurried away. “I have someplace to be, so please-” “You can’t be so secretive, Dusk,” Berry said, matching Dusk’s hastened gait with ease. “There’s so much we need to know! What’s her birthday?! What’s her favourite muffin flavour? Does she even like muffins?!” he ended with a loud, shocked gasp, hopping from the ground before suddenly breaking off in a gallop. Off to fetch some samples from the store Dusk mused, but his place as ear chewer was very quickly occupied by another. “So... is she hot?” Blitz asked, something which didn’t surprise Dusk in the slightest, and ensured that his chag- was very much -agrin. Dusk grumbled. “Yes,” he answered. The train station wasn’t very far off now. Just a block or two. If he kept his current pace he could escape his friends and their questions. Elusive poked his head forwards ahead of Blitz, looking at the pegasus sideways. “Don’t be so uncouth, Blitz, this is his marefriend you’re talking about. I’m sure she’s beautiful,” Elusive corrected, trying to smooth out Blitz’s abrasiveness. Although, right after, that same curious glint appeared in his eye from before. “So how long have you known her? Personally I always thought that the only way to earn your love would be years of wearing down. It’s why I initially proposed Barb – but Butterscotch shot that down. The two of you are practically siblings, and once he proposed that I-” “You’re going off on a tangent, Lucie,” AJ interceded, walking on the adjacent side of the alicorn. “Stop calling me that!” Elusive shot back at the orange stallion, clearly vexed. “I’ve known her for years. Next!” Dusk answered. Not too far now. “What’s she look like?” AJ asked. “She looks nice,” Dusk answered quickly and vaguely. “Next.” “Hey, that don’t answer-” “Is this heartthrob of yours good in bed, Dusk?” Blitz smirked, smile positively lecherous. “Maybe that’s why you were keeping her a secret from the rest of us. Worried that after getting one look at me she’d-” “Hey!” Dusk snapped, frowning. “You’re not fooling anyone, Blitz,” Elusive chided, coming to Dusk’s defence. “W-what are you t-talking about?” Blitz feigned ignorance, although his flapping jaw and unsteady words were as solid “Butterscotch told us about the posters. We have known for a long time but we’ve been patiently awaiting thereafter for you to come out yourself... that was three years ago," he spoke pedantically, rolling his eyes. “I… But… You see…” he stammered, red in the face, angry and embarrassed. He looked to Butterscotch with a glare and frown. “Scotch!” “Is s-she kind?” Butterscotch asked, voice soft but audible. He ignored the cyan stallion’s glare, his mouth slightly ajar as he awaited the answer. The gentle tone of voice caught Dusk pleasantly off guard. He looked to the Butterscotch with the faintest of curls on his lip, and gave a curt nod. “Yes. She’s the kindest mare I’ve ever known.” “And you love her?” Dusk looked ahead, the train station within view. He slowed his gait somewhat, contemplatively smiling. He looked at Butterscotch. “I do. Always have. And I think I always will.” “Wow. Sounds like the real deal, Dusk. Ah’m happy for ya,” Applejack said sincerely, smiling. “Can’t believe we’ve never met her. If I didn’t know any better, ah’d say you were married,” Applejack chuckled, before leaning his head back slightly, “you ain’t married, are ya?” “No,” Dusk laughed, shaking his head. Blitz huffed, looking downcast, yet he still offered a pleased look to Dusk. “So how’d the two of you, ya know… become a unit?” Dusk gave a bashful simper. “I was an idiot.” Elusive incredulous scoff. “You, an idiot? You must elaborate my dear, I find that quite hard to believe.” “We were both stupid, to be fair. I mean, the way it happened, you’d think it was a comedy or something… although, some would probably think it was a horror, depending on who you’d ask,” Dusk explained without really explaining anything at all. “Details, darling, details!” Elusive pleaded, wearing an excessively large frown. “Another time,” Dusk dismissed with a disarming smirk, stopping at the edge of the station, taking a breath. He then turned to face his friends, his lip tugged slightly at the corner. “So… now you know.” “That we do,” Elusive affirmed, wearing an apologetic simper. “Sorry we had to find out like this. Maybe I can make it up to you? I know of a wonderful little eatery in Canterlot which is highly particular about the clientèle it serves. I may be able to pull some strings-” “He’s a Prince, Elusive,” Blitz commented in a flat voice. “Oh, right,” the tailor blushed. Blitz smirked at the ivory unicorn and looked to Dusk, wearing a humbled little smile. “I hope you’re happy with this squeeze of yours, Dusk.” “Thanks Blitz,” he gave the rainbow stallion a nod, and then shared a glance with Elusive, “and I appreciate the offer, I do. But we’re a little more, lets say... ‘private’, with our dates.” “I understand, dear. Admittedly, I was hoping that arranging such a thing would allow me to catch a peek of your love, but… all in good time,” Elusive smiled coyly, no maliciousness behind it. “But when you do return, I implore you to tell me all about it – and spare no detail! One can only be entertained by small-town gossip for so long.” Dusk smirked, and gave the ivory unicorn a singular nod. “I will.” Dusk then looked to Butterscotch, who simply gave the alicorn a small warm smile, and Dusk returned it. He then started to turn. “I’ll see you guys in-” “Now hold on for just a minute,” AJ stepped forwards, a pondering expression hidden momentarily under his hat, scratching his chin. “Before ya go, lover colt, answer us this: why d’ya like her? I’m sure everypony here is thinkin’ it. What the heck kinda mare must she be to get you all… flower-buyie, never mind keepin’ her all secretive from us. It sounds like you got yourself a heck of a mare, yet we’ve never seen her, not once. Why is that?” Dusk looked away from AJ and his expectant friends with pursed lips. “It’s complicated. Very complicated,” he gave them a knowing smirk, almost weary-eyed and sad in his expression. The softness at which he spoke prompted them all to take a half-step towards him, concern on their faces. Dusk wanted to disarm them. “She’s caring. Beautiful. And I don’t think I’d ever love anypony as much as I do for her. She… she knows me on a level that nopony else could come even close to,” he explained with a genuine adoration that had them enthralled, envious even. “She’s gentle when she needs to be, always keeps composed, cares for those she holds close. She’s tender, but also strong-” Blitz smirked. “Even stronger then, Gleaming?” he asked pointedly. Dusk blinked, a tinge of pink on his cheeks. “Uh, I-I’d say they’re about equal.” “Wow, what a mare,” Elusive muttered, looking away. “I should really put myself out there...” he muttered, before looking to Blitz suavely. “Interested?” Blitz went wide-eyed, reeling away. “W-what? No!” The unicorn shrugged. “Meh. Your loss. Maybe I should consider Barb instead. She’s been smitten with me for as long as I remember.” Blitz seemed offended by this. “What? Am I not worth fighting for?!” “Well, I didn’t say that...” Elusive intoned, giving the pegasus a smarmy grin. “But you implied it!” “That answers that,” Applejack smirked, ignoring the skirmish to his side. “Well, what’re you waitin’ for? Ah can’t believe we’re keepin’ ya away from such a fine sounding mare, Dusk. Go on, git!” Applejack gestured the alicorn to shoo with a playful grin “Will do, AJ. Thanks for being so understanding. All of you,” he gave a respectful nod and turned from his friends, who could not see the relieved smile on his lips. As the rest of his friends waved him off, as he got onto the train, Bubble Berry suddenly came forwards to stand besides them; the handle to a basket of muffins in his maw. “Whersh Duushk?” he asked, looking around frantically, before dropping the basket on the ground. “I got the muffins!” he announced, patting with a wide beam of a smile. “Gone,” Butterscotch informed, wearing a sorry smile. Berry deflated, falling to his haunches; his lips circled into an upside down ‘U’. “Aww...” “Don’t worry, Bear. There’s always next time,” he offered, consoling the saddened pink stallion. The stallion brightened up, hopping back up to his hooves he looked off excitedly at the train as it left. “I can bring an even bigger basket!” “That’s the spirit, Pinky,” Applejack chuckled, before setting his sights back on the train, watching it cough out white plumes of smoke… until he furrowed his brows and craned his neck at the bickering pegasus and unicorn. “Wait a minute, wait a minute!” Blitz and Elusive ceased their arguing, focusing their eyes on the orange stallion. “What?” they said in unicorn. “If yer a colt cuddler, why’d ya always make passes at mah sister?” Applejack asked, the question like a dagger to Blitz’s neck. “I had to keep up the illusion somehow,” Blitz answered, giving a uncomfortable shrug. “But why her specifically,” Applejack leaned towards him, scowling. Blitz awkwardly shuffled on the spot, looking anywhere that wasn’t Applejack. “She’s big, muscled, has a strong jaw and short mane. It was… it was easy… to… to pretend.” he finished meekly, trying to step away from Applejack’s “Answer me this,” Applejack growled, bearing teeth as he pressed his head into Rainbow’s. “Is it just your wings that are hollow, or is it your jaw too?” “Meep,” he squeaked, looking to Elusive. “Lucie. Help.” “Hmm. Big Mac. She’s a cute little thing isn’t she? A bit large, but that just means there’s more to love,” he muttered. “You’re next!” Applejack barked to the purple maned stallion, rearing his hoof back for a punch on the rainbow headed pony. Elusive froze, hoof on his chin. “Y-yes sir.” “Maybe she’d like fudge!” Berry pondered loudly aloud, ignorant to the brawl going on besides him... Off at Canterlot, on the train to Manehatten take the transfer to Fillydelphia and finally, take the ferry to Trottingham pier. By the time Dusk reached the city, thick black lines underlined his eyes and his movements were sluggish with fatigue; the starry sky of Artemis painted across the firmament. It was good. He didn’t want garner any unnecessary attention. He earned a few second glances of familiarity from night time walkers, but that had more to do with the fact he was an alicorn rather than an element of harmony. Trottingham was at the far-edges of Equestria, and few had even heard of Dusk Shine never mind know what he looked like. It was liberating in a way. Dusk Shine was famous as an element, but when he was elevated to alicornhood, that popularity and recognition exploded into something very hard to deal with. It made certain excursions and particular... liaisons, difficult. However, Dusk wasn’t some all-star celebrity drained by the hardships of fame. His need for secrecy was an act of necessity, for, and he came to learn something not too long after he committed unflinchingly to mare her held sole affection for. It was illegal. He reached his destination after thirty minutes. A discreet hotel. His horn began to flow purple as he pushed open the front door, coming into the dimly lit and arguably cosy lobby – even if it was a little clandestine considering the context it was framed in. The fact it was it was also called ‘A Discreet Hotel’ contributed to that. The receptionist gave him a half-interested nod, reading a magazine of sorts under candlelight, too disinterested to offer the alicorn more than a second glance. Aside from Dusk and his love, the receptionist was the only pony in the world who knew who Dusk was going to see. Fortunately for her, keeping the secret of a consort and prince meant that she was paid handsomely for her discretion. As the stallion passed her, a singular flower was placed upon the pages of her magazine – a bright red poppy – and her perfectly straight mouth curled slightly at the corners before resuming its natural straightness… that’s why he was the Prince of friendship. Dusk ascended the stairway, wearing a comfortable smile, his horn covered in shimmering light as he held the bushel of flowers in front of him. He found her room. Number eight. He knocked on to no particular rhythm, no secret knock. It could have only been him. Click. He felt his breath escape him, as it always did. “Dusk,” Gleaming greeted, her body taking a step forwards on reaction, coming closer to the alicorn stallion as her cheeks flushed. “Gleaming,” the stallion was similarly taken, lessening the space between them. A lot was different from the time they but teen and child. Dusk was taller, but not by much. Apart from the wings and longer horn, he only looked like a larger version of his coltish self. Gleaming was similar, miraculously, her youthful beauty preserved. Her mane was longer, the blue of it dulled somewhat into her twenties, but her coat remained bright and full of life; her cerulean eyes were alike Celestial Ocean - deep and immensely beautiful. She had a small scar curved under her jaw. It was a miracle when Dusk thought on it, considering her myriad scrapes with the changelings, Umbra and her early life as a guard in Canterlot. “I missed you,” Dusk admitted, before presenting the ensemble of red flowers to her; her sights didn’t leave him. “I got you flowers- mmph!” Gleaming abruptly launched her lips towards him, smashing them together as her tongue pushed forwards past the stallion’s lips and teeth. She was always terse. Dusk barely had time to defend himself from her tongue’s assault, wrestling back with the wiggling muscle, coiling his own tongue with hers as they began to cradle each other’s cheek. Their lips smacked with lewd wet sounds, the occasional moan, the sounds of an impatient passion. But after a few moments, the kiss quietened down, and Dusk felt his quickened heartbeat slow. They both broke the kiss after a while, offering each other tender looks before they nuzzled into each other’s cheeks, enjoying the serenity of each other’s company a while longer, before Gleaming spoke up. “Flowers? What the occasion?” she asked, quietly. “Does the occasion have to be special to give you flowers?” Dusk replied smoothly. “I guess not,” Gleaming’s lip curled into a delighted simper, her voice quiet. She pulled away from her brother’s caress, taking his hoof into her own. “Want to come in?” “Yeah...” Dusk confirmed, being tugged along by Gleaming’s hoof, placing the bouquet onto a chair by the door, closing the door behind him with a gentle nudge of his hind leg. The room was alright for what it was. A retreat, a secret love den Moonlight shone in through the balcony window, which added to the ambience provided by the few candles dotted around. “How’ve you been?” Gleaming asked, continuing to hold her brother’s hoof, stopping at the bedside. “A little hectic. Becoming an alicorn is, well, as crazy as you’d expect,” Dusk answered, grinning a little awkwardly, rustling his wings to accentuate his point. “Took me a while to get used to these things. Gleaming looked him up and down, flirtatious gaze on him.“You’re quite small for an alicorn. Did it perhaps make something else grow larger,” she leaned towards him, a sensual and coy grin on her muzzle. Dusk blushed, his mouth opening and closing. “I-I don’t know. I didn’t measure.” “I could do it for you...” she offered, growling lustily as she prepared to lock lips, pressing her free hoof against his chest. Suddenly, the alicorn’s face went serious. He pulled away slightly from her kiss, his brows knitted. “How… how’s Bolero,” he asked softly, a tincture of guilt in his voice. Gleaming stopped, similarly pulling her head back. She looked away, ashamed, lips pursed in thinking. “I don’t want to talk about him,” Gleaming replied after little while, sharing a melancholic look with her sibling. “Why did you ask?” Dusk nodded, placing a hoof on her shoulder. “I just wanted you to know I’m not pretending. I realise we can never truly be together.” Gleaming let go of Dusk’s hoof, stepping away with a wince, eyes wetting with tears. “Where is this coming from?” Dusk sniffed, tightening his lips and inhaling slightly through his nostrils. “Bolero told me something the last time we met. It felt… wrong. I smiled all the while, tried to match his excitement and be happy for him. But I couldn’t. Not when I knew what it meant for us,” Dusk explained vaguely, his expression contorted into a mixture of pain and mourning, forcing a weak smile finally. “He wants to have a foal.” A breath escaped Gleaming’s mouth, and she rescinded on the gap she made between them. “What?” “He wants to have a kid, Gleaming. He loves you so much you know. You come up into every conversation in some way or another,” Dusk elaborated, wistful. “I’ve always felt guilty for loving you. I kept trying to push you away so let you live your life without having to live in secrecy. I wanted you to date Bolero-” “To help keep us a secret,” Gleaming interrupted, taking his hoof in her own again. “Don’t you think I feel guilty too, Dusk? I have two stallions who love me more than anything else in this world, and I’m constantly betraying them with every second I continue to love them both.” Dusk sniffled, his features scrunching up as he tried to remain strong. “You’ve always wanted a foal, Gleaming. And I don’t want to get in the way of your life,” he squeezed her hoof. “And you’re right. I brought the flowers for a reason. Its been ten years you know. To this day.” “Since we-” “Yes,” he gave a sad smirk. “It probably wasn’t the best way for a young colt to learn about sex, but I don’t regret any of it,” he continued, grabbing her other hoof and giving them both an affectionate tug. “Ten years is long enough, Gleaming. We have to-” Gleaming kissed him, pulling away with a frown. “Don’t say it. I don’t want to hear it, Dusk,” Gleaming lightly shook her head, voice firm. “You cannot stop me from loving you. From seeing you. Never.” “T-then… then I don’t know what to do,” Dusk replied, being pulled into his sister’s embrace. “Then don’t do anything, Dusk. Not yet. Let’s just enjoy this time together,” she spoke softly, partig from the hug as she pulled him up with her onto the bed. The two laid atop the covers. Dusk pulled her towards him, the mare resting her head against the nape of his neck. A while passed, and he soon felt her hoof lower down his chest, until it was pressing into his stomach. “Do you want to-” “No,” he answered quietly, softly grabbing her hoof before it go lower. “I just want to have you in my hooves.” There was quiet. Gleaming nuzzled into her brother’s neck, whist his chin rested atop her head, just shy of her horn. Dusk thereafter believed that silence would linger well into the night, until sleep grabbed them both. But there was a stir in the night. A question ringing out in the dark, when the candles had died. “Do you still love me, Dusk. Truly.” “I do.” “Do you love me as much today as you did yesterday?” “Yes,” Dusk answered, tightening his grasp about his sibling, his consciousness half-sleeping. “But not as much as much as I will tomorrow...” For it grew stronger every day. > Bonus Chapter but not really: A Sister's Curiosity > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Twilight, little filly she was, felt intimidated by the assuredly large pillar and scrotum of her brother’s genitals. It was almost like a big meaty snake, which was only assuaged somewhat by the fact it was attached to her own brother. The large balls were several inches across, his thick girth and long length were similar to her own hoof, but… vascular and grey, throbbing like an obscene heart. The unicorn mare looked up to her brother’s expression, his white cheeks had turned a shade of pink, embarrassed by his sister’s scrutinising eye and naive smile. And to think, all this started just because she learnt of the word ‘cock’. And from the expression of her fellow classmates, it wasn’t merely a word for a male chicken. In the first phase of her sexual exploration, the little filly pressed the frog of her hoof against the turgid flesh, a sharp exhale escaping her brother’s nose as she pushed against the fatty tissue which circled the circumference, his rod hot with warm blood and arousal – even if he wore shame on his expression. Her mouth was ajar as she stroked it up and down, mentally taking into account the frequency of its twitches and the rigidity of it. There has to be a connection between her touches and these little movements, she just had to find out what. She continued the little strokes, her small hoof doing little to cover the surface of her brother’s member but it clearly appreciated it. Shining’s breathing slowed relaxing, but his member continued to pulsate, that was, until Twilight stopped. Her small amethyst eyes appeared to grow three times larger as she stared at the clear droplet of precum that trailed down the dark turgid flesh, the sight of it reminding her of a droplet of rain falling down a pane of glass. The subtle scent of it wafted into her nostrils, a strange, yet basely familiar scent. Now that she thought on it, the image of her brother’s room appeared, as well as the many times she had entered unannounced; his face similarly reddened and ashamed, just as it was now. She rubbed over it, smearing it across the skin, creating a small wet streak. She then brought the hoof to her nose, getting a more upfront smell of the mysterious liquid. It was musky, yet held a particular allure that she couldn’t pin. Then, without even thinking, she licked it. Salty. At that she almost winced, surprised at seeing her brother’s cock give its strongest flex yet, another bead of pre leaking down the thick length. It must have liked that. Made it happy. Wearing a self-assured smile, Twilight returned her hoofs to the fat meat, pumping up and down to earn more of her brother’s ‘happy juice’. She almost felt each individual bead travel up the urethra, because each time a new pea-sized droplet dribbled down it twitched between her grasp. He released so much, that the emissions of his junk began to make the little mare light headed and fuzzy, the pre leaving his balls – and his sister’s sheet – wetted with the stallion’s ever growing pleasure. And, if it were not for this, Twilight may never have gotten her next idea. Shining gasped, suddenly feeling his sister’s wet muscle press into his organ, dragging over his medial ring and travelling partway up the shaft to lap up some of his delicious ‘happy juice’. The would lick, and then suckle where she stopped, trying to swallow down as much of her brother’s cock juice as she possible could. Shining felt his hind legs flex when her thirsty tongue travelled downwards to his fat sack. She struggled to take even one of the large nuts into her mouth, tasting both precum and sweat upon the large grey egg, the musky mixture making the little filly’s heart race as adolescent arousal coursed throughout her, travelling upon her every nerve. When she finished suckling on one ball – feeling the orb churn with seed with nought but her tongue – it left her mouth with a cute little pop, an obscenely satisfied expression on her face; the look of which almost induced orgasm in Shining right then and there, yet he managed to hold on, his cock swollen like an overinflated sex balloon. His sister then resumed her oral efforts, stroking and licking in tandem, a large beam on her face all the while. Shining never thought in all his days to that the mare most happy to suck on his tool, would be his own little sister, but there he was. And he wouldn’t have it any other way. She began to moan like her brother, licking further and further up his cock until she reached his flared tip. His cock meat was hardest there, her tongue barely able to depress the turgid skin, his cock growing harder and harder – less like a tree trunk, more like a column of solid diamond. She heard her brother’s panting but she didn’t care to stop. She could sense the escalation to something, only, what was it? Her jaw tried to open as wide as it could, but even then, she was simply unable to fit the broad cap of her brother’s dick past her maw, only able to suckle on the edges, and run her tongue of flare the best she could. She felt her brother jut his hips upward, an instinctual attempt to fill a nice wet hole, her effective nursing of his cock making his ecstasy bubble and froth, his breathing now shallow and fast. He wanted to warn her, but at the same time, he didn’t. Unfortunately for her, she suckled over his indented urethra, trying to drink down pre cum directly from the source. Her eyes bulged from her eyes when the first rope of his semen painted the inside of her both. It surprised her when she felt his tip flare, his cock swell – veins becoming pronounced under her own hooves – and her gob filling with thick, viscous white goo. And it also surprised her by how good it tasted. She swallowed it as it came, her throat bulging out as she gulped down every mouthful, her belly becoming filled with her brother’s foal batter. Shining fell limp when his balls were emptied, his sister filled with nought but his piping hot jizz. His face was plastered with a contented smile, whilst his sister’s was plastered with cum, an awestruck expression on her face when she pulled from her brother’s cock. When she opened her mouth to speak, strings of cum connected her lips and teeth, almost like glue, looking up at her brother with a glint in her eye. Shining met it, his cock going soft whilst some remnant of cum continued to trickle from his dick; pooling on Twilight’s muzzle. His eyes widened at what she said next. “Now can you show me what sex is?”