Too Cuddlable
All the way in his upstairs room, Silver Belle heard the boutique door slam shut five minutes before the scheduled closing time. He sighed. He already knew how tonight was going to go. A bad day at work always had Rarity stressed. Silver Belle kept his focus on his homework and pretended that he didn't hear his sister Rarity stomping upstairs and past his room. He should've come up with some kind of excuse to get out, but he was out of luck on that front: Applebloom was out of town, and Scootaloo had late night flight practice. No luck.
He wasn't anxious, however, as the moon rose. Only resigned. A couple more hours of silence, he thought. A couple hours that went by too soon.
Silver Belle had just laid down in bed with a book when Rarity knocked at his door. He couldn't even get his mouth open before she flung it open and strutted into his room with a bright smile.
"Not tonight," Silver Belle grumbled and let the book drop onto his face. A faint glow enveloped it before it was tossed aside.
"Oh come now, Silver," Rarity whined, "it's been too long since we've slept together!"
It was nothing so lewd. No, it was exactly what it said on the tin: Rarity got stressed, she had trouble sleeping, and so she came to get him. Her brother-slash-personal teddy bear. It'd been like that for as long as he could remember, because apparently he was a good 'cuddler' for as long as Rarity could remember. Silver Belle reluctantly had to admit that she was right: he didn't remember a night the two weren't cuddled up that Rarity woke up anything less than well-rested.
"It's only been two nights..." Silver Belle mumbled, but it was too late. Rarity had trotted up to him, and without his book shield he was left to face the full force of her pouting. He closed his eyes and rolled over, but his resistance wouldn't last long. He needed some kind of reason.
"I-I'm thirteen, I'm too old for this!" It wasn't that he didn't like spending time with his sister! It was just that he had... plans. Plans with a little magic and a lot of flipping through the Playcolt magazine hidden under his bed.
He heard Rarity huff. "You're still a colt in my eyes, darling."
"I'm sure you can get through a night without me, Rarity!" He wouldn't break without a fight!
Rarity sighed in contentment, front legs wrapped around Silver Belle. He caved. Now he was bundled up in thick blankets, almost a little too warm with how his sister kept him pressed against her. This was the real problem: when Rarity fell asleep, she was a rock. A really possessive rock that wouldn't let him go if her life depended on it. No choice but to deal with it and sleep, then. It wasn't all bad, though: Rarity's heartbeat kept him company. Her bed was a lot more comfy. Plus, her berry conditioner was just soft enough to be pleasant.
Yeah... his magazine would be there tomorrow, Silver Belle thought.
That was a mistake. Thinking of that magazine and the cute mares in it created a sudden, second problem: puberty rearing its head and raising his lower one. Oh no. Silver Belle tried to wriggle away, but Rarity was never stronger than when she was clinging to her personal teddy. Moments passed. It was futile. Silver Belle was rock hard. Silver Belle was mortified.
With how close Rarity held him, Silver Belle could feel his member sandwiched between them. He would've prayed Rarity didn't wake up, but he didn't want to bring any attention to why. Silver Belle tried again to wriggle out of her grip.
Second mistake. A mistake that sent shivers down his spine: Rarity was... soft. Really soft. Soft and so pleasantly warm. Was it always this hot under the covers? Every time he moved and Rarity resisted, Silver Belle was stroking himself against her stomach. Why did this feel so much better than his own hooves and magic? Silver Belle knew that probably shouldn't have been the question going through his mind right now, but the lower head had booted the upper one out of the driver's seat.
At some point, frustrated grunts and squirming had become flushed panting and bucks of his hips. He should stop. He had to stop. But...
Rarity murmured something under her breath. Silver Belle froze and looked up, thankfully into her still-closed eyes. She turned onto her back... taking him with her. His face was stuck in the crook of her neck, but he could stand. He could move his hips. Finally, it was a lot easier to slip himself out of her grip. Instead, Silver Belle noticed it was a lot easier to thrust his hips. Warm, silky fur ran across his member every time he thrust himself forward. Wrapped in heat, he was paying just as much attention to Rarity's closed eyes as he was to the faint blush showing on her cheeks.
Silver Belle had caved again. Now, instead of moving himself away, he only moved himself down just enough to have his stallionhood riding against her teats. A pleased coo from Rarity had him humping faster, but it was only when the heat reached its peak that Silver Belle recognized this third and most crucial mistake: there was nowhere for him to finish.
He could get away with whatever he wanted while Rarity was asleep, but he wasn't explaining to his sister in the morning why the two woke up magically glued together. Think, Silver, think!
Rarity's room had no shortage of fabric. He grabbed whatever scraps he could in a magic grip, and just as his thoughts were awash in white, he managed to haphazardly jam it between the two of them. Even then, he came enough to have ropes spilling out of the makeshift pouch, invisible against his sister's white fur. Trembling, Silver Belle slid himself from Rarity's grip and flopped onto his back. Even the comforter rubbing against the sensitive head sent jolts through him. Thought returned to him, and just as quickly began falling away, not into the white of climax but the dark of sleep.
It wasn't a perfect crime, Silver thought as he tied the pouch with his telekinesis, turning it into a sodden sack as full as he was empty. The only thing he could think to do was chuck it under the bed. He'd clean it when she was washing up tomorrow. Definitely not the perfect crime...
Those were the last thoughts in Silver Belle's mind as he turned to curl back up with his sister and fell asleep to the sounds of her soft breathing, and the velvet smoothness of her fur as he slowly yet unashamedly dry humped her until sleep claimed him. And probably more after that.
The first rays of dawn peeked through the curtains, and Rarity woke up as refreshed as ever. She stretched herself out with a pleased sigh, and brought down the covers. Heavens! She almost forgot about poor Silver Belle.
"Oh! Sorry, darling, I..." Rarity blinked. He hadn't even budged through all of that. He was out like a light. She chuckled to herself ."You're lucky it's the weekend."
Slipping out of bed, she passed by one of many mirrors. Oh, dear, her coat was terribly messy today. No matter! She had a lot of work to do, but today was going to be much better!
All the way in his upstairs room, Silver Belle heard the boutique door slam shut five minutes before the scheduled closing time. He smiled. He already knew how tonight was going to go. A bad day at work always had Rarity stressed.
Silver Belle poked his head out into the hall just as Rarity was stomping to her room, brow furrowed in quite the unmarelike show of annoyance.
"Want me with you tonight?" he asked.
Surprise wiped away Rarity's anger. With a big, cheesy grin, she yanked him into a hug.
"Oooh, I knew you loved it!"
All the while, Silver Belle just hopped she didn't get close enough to feel him against her. That'd come later.
Yeah... maybe being cuddlable wasn't so bad after all...