The Hypnotic Adventures of Blank Sheet

I smiled as I walked a circle around the pegasus mare Spiral had fetched me. Blue coat, light green mane, rather rustically braided tail—Spiral had good taste in mares. I pondered that for a moment, but if it meant anything all, it could only be beneficial to me. If it turned out otherwise, I could simply change her mind.

That wasn’t something I needed to concern myself with at the time, though. Right then, my sole interest was in the pegasus in front of me. I thought for a moment, about what I had and what I could do with it. It dawned on me quickly enough. A brother and a sister. Play them off each other. But first, I wanted a little fun of my own. It would be ungrateful not to enjoy my present. I thought of Zecora’s reactions, and decided to play that again, but more carefully—I needed this pony to be able to walk out after all.

“You’re incredibly sensitive sexually. Each touch gets you hotter and hotter, but you can’t come, at least not with me. It’ll be fantastic when you do, though.” That was enough. I didn’t want to run her over the top like I did with Zecora. Time for my fun.

Leaving the mare in her trance, I rubbed at her lips enough to get her wet. A faint blush showed through her fur, but she kept staring forward, just as I wanted. I was more than hard enough myself by now, and mounted her, sliding all the way in on the first push. The pegasus gasped, but held still, and I began to thrust.

“Spread your wings!” The mare complied, and I used them as handles, pulling myself into her even harder. My breath ragged with excitement, I ordered her to push her wings back. As my dick bounced her cute, braided tail around, I rubbed my face against her wings, and made a new discovery: I really liked wings. The feathers were getting me off way faster than I expected. As much to my frustration as hers, though, I stopped dead and pulled out without climaxing. That honor was for somepony else.

Though the mare continued to stare into nothing, her breath was ragged, and the faint blush was no longer faint. The goal was achieved. I spoke to her as best I was able in my state. “You have an unbelievably strong scent fetish. The smell of stallions turns you on, but your brother’s scent is just too much to bear. You can’t resist: one whiff, and any hangups or moral boundaries you had are forgotten. You want to smell him, all of him. You want to do so much more than that. His protesting only makes you more determined. Understand?”

The pegasus nodded—and if I wasn’t mistaken, a slight whimper escaped her lips. “Good.”

The fireworks were ready; now to get the fuse lit. I walked into the next room, where Spiral had taken her stallion, only to find her pressed up against the wall, with him staring blankly while fucking her like a piston. I was surprised—half pleasantly, in that my pet seemed to take after me, and half unpleasantly, in that somepony else was playing with my things. I crossed the room without Spiral noticing (not that that was difficult, given her position and her state), and whispered into her ear.

“You’re not allowed to come without my permission.”

Spiral’s closed eyes shot open, pleading even before her mouth began to. “Please! I was so close!” Her plaything apparently misunderstood, and began thrusting even faster, forcing a moan from her lips. This time, I didn’t relent.

“I take it you told him he couldn’t come?” Spiral nodded shakily, words failing her. The poor thing was desperate.

“Well. That’s not nice at all.” I turned to the stallion. A slight sheen of sweat was in his coat as he fucked my pet. “Stop screwing her.” The stallion obeyed, and Spiral whined as he slid out. I told him to go back to the kitchen and wait for me. Away he went, leaving Spiral alone with me.

I wasn’t too upset. I had told her she could do what she wanted with him, after all, and she had. Really, I don’t know what I was expecting. This was on me, not her.

“You can come now, Spiral.” She certainly did, shaking and sliding to the floor blissfully as she gasped for breath. I didn’t have time to stand around, though: a pair of warmed up pegasi were in the next room getting cold.

“Follow me. I want to show you something.” Unsteadily, Spiral took to her feet, and walked behind me, no trace of a grudge visible in her expression. I smiled to myself as I walked ahead. What a good pet.

Once back in the kitchen, I had Spiral take a seat and walked over to the stallion. “No matter what your sister does, you can’t bring yourself to stop her. You can try, but somehow your strength or speed fail you every time. It’s humiliating, but the humiliation itself just makes you hornier, and that makes you more humiliated, in a little cycle. Got it?” Shaking, he nodded.

I walked back to Spiral, who sat wide-eyed as she listened to my orders, and took a seat next to her. I addressed both siblings. “Neither of you can see or hear the two of us over here. Wake up.”

Spiral and I watched intently as the twin pegasi blinked and took stock of their surroundings. Each quickly realized two things: They had no idea where they were, and they were awfully horny. The stallion put aside the latter to focus on the former. His sister did not.

As his sister quit looking around and started focusing on him, “Bro” continued to look around, confused. “What the… where are we? Sis? Uh… what are you doing?”

His sister had caught his scent in the air, and though she didn’t initially realize it was him, was sniffing like a rabbit to trace where it came from. As she got closer and closer to him with her hound-like behavior his confusion turned into awkward amusement. With a grin on his face, he started to tease.

“We’re in some strange house, and you think you’re a bunny?”

Sis, however, was entirely serious, and getting more and more turned on by the moment. “A bunny? That’s not quite it.” Her voice dripped sex, despite the unusual phrase. The tone wasn’t lost on her brother, who went from amused to disturbed.

“You’re creeping me out a bit, Holly. What’s gotten into you?” Holly finally realized that it was her brother she smelled. With her muzzle at the base of his neck, she slowly moved up to his ear, inhaling the entire distance, and blowing her hot breath inside.

“Not you.” Holly’s grin was feral, and her brother’s eyes bugged right out of his head, ears laid flat. Before he could muster a response, Holly pressed her muzzle under his jaw and drew another long, deep breath as she slid from there down to his chest. “Yet. Lay down, Cedar. You know you want to.” A slight lick at his chest caused him to jump.

Spiral watched next to me, her eyes only slightly less wide than my own, her mouth agape. I have to admit, it was incredibly erotic. And entertaining. I still rather wish I’d had popcorn.

“Holly Bough, knock it off! You’re scaring me!” Despite his objection, his shaft remained hard below him. Holly, her head already lowered from where she’d been sniffing, caught sight and moved, lowering her head further, for a much closer look.

“You don’t look scared to me, Cedar. You look… ready.” As if to punctuate her assertion, she pressed her muzzle against the freaked stallion’s dick, and sniffed from head to nuts. She let her breath out in a long, heavy sigh. “Tell me you’re not, Cedar. Tell me you’re not ahh… ready.” She actually pressed her nose right into her brother’s scrotum as she spoke, and breathed as deeply as she could. She’d been more than a little wet from me. Now, she was dripping all over the floor, and her brother’s cock had a large bead of its own ready to fall.

Cedar’s expression was horrified as he took a step away, but Holly followed, not to be denied. When he tried to step again, Holly reached out with a hoof and caught his dick, pulling it to her nostrils again for yet another deep, noisy sniff. “Ahh… it’s not just you I smell down here! You’ve been busy… it’s dirty!” Spiral briefly looked at her crotch, then frowned at Holly as if it object to claims of dirt. Cedar simply screamed.

“It’s okay, Cedar.” Holly took another deep sniff of the penis in her hoof, now panting heavily. “It makes it even hotter. I want it to smell like me, too.”

Cedar’s jaw was practically on the floor. There was no question of Holly messing with him. She was wasn’t teasing, and now he knew it. As Holly came out from under him, he started to back away. Holly had none of it.

“No! Oh, no, you’re not going anywhere!” Cedar could only watch in horror as Holly ducked under his side again, reaching out with both forelegs for Cedar’s legs on the far side, and yanking them toward her. He couldn’t help but fall on his side, as Holly narrowly caught herself and stood over him. Almost roughly, she rolled her wide-eyed brother onto his back, looking down on him like a predator. She lowered her face to his neck, inhaling deeply, leaning on him for support as she reached back to find his stallionhood and guide it into her. Cedar’s breath was ragged with fear—Holly’s was ragged with unbridled lust.

Unable to remain passive, Cedar tried to sit up, but Holly forced him down again, pressing her head hard against his neck. He tried to backpedal on the floor. Holly lowered her hips, and used her brother’s upward scoot to slide him right inside. Both screamed, for very different reasons. Cedar began to cry softly.

As Holly began pushing down on her brother inside of her, she continued her sniffing. His chest, muzzle, mane, neck—anything she could smell without letting him out of her, she did, never relenting. Her brothers tears, she simply lapped up, and sniffed at the streaks. When she began to rock, Cedar began to plead.

“Holly… please! It’s not right! You have to stop this!” As he spoke, he tried feebly to push her off of him, but she just took it as an opportunity to sniff his forelegs and hooves.

“It doesn’t matter, Cedar! I want it so much!” Burying her face at the base of her brother’s neck she just kept inhaling deeply, and licking at his neck. “I swear I can almost smell how you feel! It’s… ahhh, amazing.”

I was beginning to wonder if Cedar would ever start to move. The humiliation was supposed to be turning him on too, after all. At last, it happened. As Holly moved to sniff at his ear, Cedar let out a small cry, and bucked up into Holly. For the first time, Holly was distracted, and her eyes widened—but it was like a dam breaking. The slow, insistent style was gone. I could practically see Holly clamp down on Cedar inside of her, and she bore down with her whole weight, screaming with her first orgasm as Cedar gave a startled gasp. What subtlety there was, was over.

Holly wrapped her forelegs around the back of her brother’s face, smelling him as passionately as any ordinary lover might kiss her beau’s face. For all his dismay and all his tears, Cedar began to thrust rhythmically into his sister’s soaked snatch, panting as lustfully as she.

My hoof was on my own cock by this point, and I looked over to see Spiral in a very similar state, gasping and biting her lip as she rubbed. I leaned over and whispered in her ear. “Go stand right over their heads." Spiral was more than a little perplexed, but complied.

I followed, lining myself up carefully, but throwing care to the wind afterward as I pushed all the way to Spiral’s womb on the first shot. Startled, Spiral gasped, and looked down at the writhing twins beneath us, but there was no cause for concern. They couldn’t hear us, and even if they could, I doubt they would’ve been able to stop themselves for a second.

As Cedar thrust up into Holly, I slammed myself into Spiral, matching our rhythms. Before long, even our panting was in time, though Holly and Spiral never matched, as Holly frantically sniffed and gasped at any part of her brother she could reach.

The fuckfest continued unabated, with Spiral dripping onto Cedar, who either never noticed, or assumed Holly was sweating. As they writhed below, we rutted above. When Holly stopped sniffing long enough to take long licks at her brother’s tear-soaked face, I leaned forward and licked Spiral. Squealing in delight and arousal, she clamped down on my cock inside her. The scent of sex was so thick I could hardly breathe, and anytime I caught a glimpse of Spiral’s face past her mane, the sheer joy and abandon I saw drove me to fuck her even harder. The carnal delight was beyond compare.

At last, Holly buried her face in her brother’s neck, sniffing over and over, far more shallowly than before. Cedar began to cry out in bursts as he shot his load deep into his sister’s womb. Holly’s wings shot up, brushing my balls, and Spiral and I were pushed over the top. She screamed, I grunted, and my own load was unleashed both within, and courtesy of Zecora, without, as it overflowed, dropping in globs in Holly’s long mane.

Exhausted, I tried to pull out, only to find Spiral was holding me in place, and looked back pleadingly. I decided to give her this one, but nodded to one side, and we rolled over onto the floor with a thud, still joined. I reached over and tapped both Cedar and Holly’s heads. The mare’s sniffing halted as she stared, and the stallion ceased his guilty sobbing.

“Get up, clean up, and go home. There’s a shower upstairs. When you get home, forget what you did here.”

Holly got off Cedar, and Cedar took to his feet. As they moved to leave the room, Spiral spoke up. “Even though you forget what you did, you’re never going to lose your fetish, Holly, and you’ll never be able to resist her, Cedar.”

I stared down at Spiral, mouth open in surprise. She caught my expression and looked panicked. Before Holly and Cedar could leave, she called out, “Ne—”

That was as far as she got before I clapped a hoof over her mouth, smiling at her as I shook my head. Holly and Cedar left the room.

“That, my little pet, is exactly the sort of initiative that’s going to get you rewarded.” I felt Spiral’s insides milk my cock of the last drops as she beamed with joy at my praise. Running a hoof through her mane, I let her reward be laying like this a while longer.