Twilight’s eyes ran over the sentence for the dozenth time, but it came no closer to comprehension. The words never translated into an intelligible thought, remaining a mere collection of symbols as her mind devoted its efforts to repeating the same thought cyclically.
She sighed, and leaned back in her chair. The school book she’d been trying futilely to understand lay on the desk in front of her, still cracked open to the same page she had started on half an hour ago. Her notebook, which would normally be filled with concise notes and observations that would impress even the most bitter professor, lie completely bare, only the date at the top marking the page.
You need to calm down, Twilight. She chastised herself. It’ll happen when it happens. No amount of worrying is going to make time move any quicker.
She coughed, and stretched her limbs, attempting to expel her distractions through the catharsis of physical movement. Grinning and confident, she once more leaned forward and stuck her gaze to the page, attempting to achieve understanding through brute mental force.
“149 B.L.B. marked a fundamental change in the development of Equestrian architecture. Unlike the Sander’s Guild Revolution, this change didn’t occur through the development of more efficient building techniques or the application of diverse labor - rather, the impetus for this change lie wholly in the courtrooms and legislatures of Canterlot.”
Twilight could feel the words clicking into place in her mind. Images and facts swirled around, finally discernable. Her pencil, which had thus far been tapping incessantly and impatiently on the side of her desk, flew to the first line of her notebook, and scratched a confident “1)” to notate what was sure to be a fundamental understanding of topic at hand.
“When the houses of the Canterlot Congress reconvened that year, it was once again plagued by the petty, racial bickerings that defined a large majority of governmental action in the early years of the Equestrian Nation. Typically, the houses kept to themselves and met only through pre-approved and consistently unproductive meetings. Thus, it was significant when Hammer Bolt, the head of the Equestrian Earth Pony Labor Union, marched brazenly into the Unicorn Congress, and occupied the lectern amid the shouts of his fellow congressponies. He then famously declared: “Shining Armor is going to be home soon.””
Twilight groaned and collapsed into her hooves. There was no escape from the waiting, not even in the studies that typically consumed her waking moments.
She looked around the room, as if to find something else to distract her. But it was to no avail - her alabaster and ascetic room provided no rescue. Not so much as a book was out of place to give her something to occupy her idle hooves while she waited. The only thing her mind was fixed on, the only thing that it was apparently capable of understanding, was scribbled on the notebook on her desk.
She turned back and looked at the date once again. It was today, right? Her eyes narrowed suspiciously at numbers, as if they might change when she wasn’t looking at them. Worry sprouted in her heart and bloomed through the rest of her body in a cold at the prospect of having to endure another day of this. She took a deep breath, forming into into a shout in her lungs, before she realized her foolishness.
No, she thought, smiling at her own absurdity. I already asked Mom a dozen times today. Today’s the day. There’s no doubt. Shining Armor is going to be home soon.
It had been months since they had last seen each other, and even though the siblings wrote each other every week, it didn’t make the time apart any easier. Words didn’t suit as an effective vehicle to transport the depths of her affection for her brother. She’d counted down the days until he would be allowed to visit home, but it was only on the day of his return that the dull ache of longing because an acute, almost painful anticipation. Since she woke up this morning, she’d been running it over in her head - what they had last said to one another, the things they did on the night before his departure, what she was going to say to him when she finally saw him again. Fanciful variations of their meeting played out in her head all day, each one more tearful and poetic than the last. She read his letters a dozen times each.
Nothing made the time go any faster.
There was nothing to do but make the use of this time, she considered. It’s not like my studies are going to stop just because I can’t stop thinking about my brother.
Once more, she started at the top of the page and attempted to get through it without allowing her fixated mind to distract her.
“149 L.BR. marked a-”
A faint voice, outside her window.
In a flash, the book was abandoned and she was standing on her bed, her snout pressed against the glass pane, eyes darting back and forth to catch the culprit that had disturbed her studies. Unfortunately, her viewpoint was not optimal - she couldn’t see anything but the nearly empty street of Canterlot.
She heard a heard a door slam from somewhere below her, and her heart felt like it skipped a beat.
“Mom?” she said quietly, suddenly out of breath. The word barely squeaked out of her, so it was not a surprise that she didn’t receive an answer.
“Mom!?” she repeated, this time a shout. Her pulse began to quicken.
Silence.
The only thing she could hear was her heart beating in her chest.
Excited tears began to well in her eyes.
If this isn’t him, I’m going to go crazy.
She rushed for the door, ripping it open with her magic and slamming it shut behind her. Her entire body was a quivering mass. She bolted down the stairs, taking three or four steps at a time, so excited that even if she tripped and rolled down entire flight she’d be on her feet in a second and rushing towards the front door.
Shining Armor is home finally oh my gosh I can’t believe he’s finally home
She leapt down final few steps, landing with a clatter at the bottom of the staircase and making the wall ornaments and bureaus tremble at the microseism. She couldn't bother to care if she knocks something down in her movement, and her feet scramble at the carpet, propelling her towards the foyer where Shining Armor ostensibly awaits her.
“Here, Mom,”
That’s him that’s his voice he’s home he finally home
She rushed into the sparse foyer and almost shouts for him in excitement before she sees him.
Standing there.
He’s finally home.
For a second, she had to reconcile the difference in his appearance. He’d only been gone a few months, but already his features are sharpening and his body looks like it’s filling itself out in the way only age can - his awkward, limbs limbs and neck that cursed his teenage years are gone and it’s obvious that he’s not a colt anymore. The shirt he’s wearing is colored red and gold and laden with decorations from the academy. Underneath it, Twilight can see the rippling muscles that were now packed on his formerly lanky physique.
She had to bite her lip to stifle an inappropriate exclamation. Her brother had always been an attractive colt, but now he was a stallion.
Somethings never change, though. When he looked up from his travel bags and saw her, a wide, childish grin spread across his face that could only belong to her brother.
“Twily!” he exclaimed at her. “There you are!”
His voice is rougher. Huskier.
Sexier.
She couldn't help herself. Catapulting forward, she wrapped her forelegs around the stallion that had occupied her thoughts since he departed the house months ago, a little lanky colt who went and wrapped himself up in a cocoon and now he’s back, emerged as a beautiful stallion.
“I missed you so much, big brother,” she whispered into his ear, her wet cheeks rubbing against his face.
If this sudden display of emotion surprised her brother, he didn’t show it. Twilight felt his hooves on her back and suddenly he hugged her back, squeezing her even closer. Oh Celestia he’s so strong.
“I missed you too, Twily,” he said back, his breath brushing against her, as gentle and soft as the summer breeze.
There’s no such thing as time anymore - minutes could have passed, hours even, with Twilight wrapped in her brother’s embrace, crying silent tears and resisting the urge to nibble on his ear a little bit. There’s nothing except the two of them. Twilight can feel his heart beating in his chest, his hot breath on her neck.
I missed him so much.
Suddenly, though, she felt his grip lighten, and she took it as a sign that it’s time to back away. Pulling back from her brother, she gave him a light kiss on the cheek and felt him shudder under her lips so softly its almost undetectable.
“I missed you, Shining,” she said again, smiling through her tears.
He smiled back at her, more subdued than before, as if he’s cowed and humbled by his sister’s intense feelings for him.
That’s when she finally noticed her.
Standing there.
Twilight almost leapt in shock as she suddenly becomes aware of the presence of a strange mare standing behind Shining Armor. A demure pony shrinks in the background, almost clinging to the wall, wearing the same shirt as Shining, though with markedly less medals and patches. Her hair was a garish bubblegum-pink, streaked with streams of deep yellow, and cropped and styled in the same manner as the stallion in front of her. Her tawny coat is short and unremarkable, but Twilight can see clearly the way her face burnt red in embarrassment. She’d apparently found something very fascinating on the ground, as her gaze is glued perpetually downward. Her limbs inch closer and closer to one another, as if she could just squeeze herself so small that she would just disappear from the room. She looked like a child who had just walked into her parents performing a deed that she had only enough understanding of to know that she should be ashamed at seeing it.
“Oh, yeah,” Shining said, as he saw his sister’s eyes widen at the sight of the unfamiliar mare, “Hey,” he reached back and puts his hoof on the mare’s shoulder gently. “This is my little sister, Twilight Sparkle,” he took his hoof off of her and gestures at Twilight. He sounds like a parent trying to explain what she had just accidently barged into and witnessed.
“You might have heard of her,” he continued, a hint of pride appearing in his voice, along with the vulnerability of a stallion who desperately wants to impress someone. “She’s a personal student under Princess Celestia.”
The mare muttered out something barely audible as Twilight continued to stare, her mouth hanging open in shock. Her face was growing hot, and she wanted to shout at everyone until they stop looking at her, because they might see how red it’s getting.
“Twily,” he said, using a calm voice he’s used in the past to defuse his sister whenever she worked herself into a mess, as she was prone to do. “This is my girlfriend, Bubblegum. We met at the academy. She’s going to be a part of the Air Division. Isn’t that cool?” Twilight didn't even noticed the wings barely peeking out from her shirt - an insignificant detail lost in the face of this revelation.
The word repeated cyclically in her mind.
G-girlfriend?
Did he say this was his girlfriend?
A sudden coldness flowered throughout Twilight. She could feel the sweat on her skin, now, sticking to her coat. The world seemed to slow down and torture her by making this revelation drawn out over a hideous eternity. The drying tears felt like burning rivers on her cheeks.
Shining Armor’s girlfriend?
Twilight looked around the room, confused and lost and suddenly disoriented. Any second, she expected the rest of her family and her few friends to pop out and shout ‘surprise’ and laugh at her for her foolishness and she’d laugh with them and everything would be fine. Whenever she only discovered her mother standing hunched over the countertop, eyes greedily scanning Shining Armor’s no doubt impressive semester report, she felt like crying. Despite the fact that her tears had been flowing freely and had only stopped moments ago, she tried to will them away, blinking the water out of her eyes.
“Your girlfriend,” she said blankly back to her brother. He grinned and swelled, as if her acknowledgement of his proclamation was somehow congratulations or praise.
She looked the mare up and down, examining her as if she was a strange, repulsive insect under her lens. On another day, if they had met in different circumstances, they would have shared the polite, restrained conversation of two cordial mares who had absolutely nothing else in common.
Now, however, words and sentences flowed into her mouth unbidden, as if some part of her brain was a weapon operating independent of her consciousness, and was wholly occupied with pushing ammunition to her lips. These are words belonging to personalities that had been alien to Twilight’s just yesterday, but now she suddenly found them extremely pertinent.
Her coat is so shabby!
Just look at that mane! Is that natural or did she headbutt Equestria’s tackiest rainbow?
What kind of mare wants to become a royal guard, anyway?
The words stirred and swirled in her mouth, desperately seeking an outlet. They comforted Twilight, in a way, and she keep them there, modifying them occasionally but never releasing them.
Instead, she turned to this pony and smiled an awkward grin at her, keeping her teeth clenched. If she dared open her mouth completely, the insults would come pouring out of her without restraint, she knew. So, instead, she kept the venom hidden behind her saccharine smile.
“So, Shining’s girlfriend, “ Twilight said, each word feeling insufferably elongated. Her saying this, acknowledging her as by this title, was in a way a concession, but Twilight couldn’t muster the will to call her by her name. To do so would make her real, and the first thing Twilight wanted to do was compel the concept of ‘Shining’s girlfriend’ to the realm of the abstract and the quantifiable. She could compete here if only she made this mare in front of her a theory, another problem on the test that had one answer that a genius like Twilight would inexorably arrive at.
“Nice to meet you,” she continued, her voice sounding strained to a breaking point.
She had nothing to say after that, already having said more words than she would have liked to this mare. The smile never left or diminished. It blazed at the mare, a shield Twilight employed to keep this intruder back, as if daring her to challenge it.
“Nice to meet you, too...Twilight,” Bubblegum muttered, making eye contact with Twilight for one tiny fraction of second before diverting her eyes immediately downward. Shining seem ignorantly pleased at the proceedings and walked forward, his girlfriend following timidly behind him and stepping on the floor as lightly and swiftly as possible, as if the strange carpet would burn her hooves if she lingered too long.
Twilight’s mom, glancing upwards, seemed not to even notice her daughter. She was beaming at Shining Armor and his girlfriend, and, as if it was her idea all along, took her place in front of both of them. “Yes, yes, come on, let’s go to the living room, we can all get introduced and catch up there.”
Twilight followed, though she didn’t feel in control of her own body any more. All of her sense of touch had numbed to nearly nothing and a dull buzz shivered throughout her. It was the wave of movement that made her hooves move, dragging against the carpet and weighted down with concern. The thought was never ending, constantly playing over and over again in her mind.
Shining Armor’s girlfriend.
Shining Armor...has a girlfriend?
Shining Armor can’t have a girlfriend.
Tears constantly threatened to overflow and run down her face, and she knew if she started she wouldn’t be able to regain control of herself and she would just sob and sob until she fell asleep. These certainly wouldn’t be happy tears, the kind she’d been crying just a few minutes ago that run calmly down your face, outlining your smile perfectly and only gaining attention when you smeared them on a lover’s face or brushed them against their coat. These were the type of tears that only came in great, heaving sobs, the type of crying that anypony would be embarrassed by but unable to stop. The type of crying that left your face feeling red and burning afterwards and when you finally stopped you felt nothing but exhaustion.
The familial march made its way into the living room, and, with the addition of one stranger, took places across the room, Shining nuzzling in close with his mare and Twilight and her mother seating themselves on a couch opposite. There was conversation, somewhere. Twilight was aware of it, but recognized only its existence. She was far too occupied with her own internal thoughts to translate the dialog into any other than an irrelevant collection of noise.
She stared at the mare, who didn’t even notice. The intruder was rubbing against Shining – not in lust or adoration, but seeking a tangible association with the single thing she was intimately familiar with in the otherwise strange and disorienting situation. She must have thought that if she pressed into Shining Armor hard enough she would just melt into him and not have to endure the stares and questions of the family of the stallion she was just getting to know.
Twilight might have taken some sort of grotesque comfort in the mare’s lack thereof, but there were too many emotions swirling inside her that she couldn’t suss out a satisfying response to the immediate stimuli. Her glare at the mare was simply a corollary to her thoughts, as her mind was far elsewhere, circling in futility.
How can Shining Armor have a girlfriend? It’s just...
How?
He’d never hurt me like...
I thought he loved me.
What about what he said to me before he left?
Didn’t that mean...anything?
Twilight couldn’t help but fall back into the memory of what had happened on Shining Armor’s last day before his departure to boot camp. After all, it was a scene that had played on repeat in her mind during the length of his absence, always in the back of her mind, and always making her whole body shiver and tingle in anticipation whenever she actively called on it – whether that calling came whenever she was daydreaming in the middle of a class she had already mastered, or in the middle of the night, as her hoof made its ponderous descent down her body and nestled familiarly between her hindlegs. But it was bitter now, anticipation and excitement gone sour.
The day of Shining Armor’s departure had otherwise been a abjectly miserable one for the young filly, but that was all forgotten in the wake of how it ended. Twilight had already been shaken up at the fact that he brother was leaving – but that was only the start of her problems for the day. Shining had invited over all his boyhood friends too see him off; a ragtag collection of stallions from every apparent social clique populated the otherwise lonely home, laughing and parading around the place like it was their domain. They carried on as only friends would, while Twilight, driven from the living room by oppressive feelings of discomfort and feeling like a stranger in her own home, could only curl up in her bed and attempt to drown out the sounds of other ponies enjoying themselves.
It was something Twilight only understood in the abstract – friendship, that is. She knew enough to understand the theories and the implications and to perform hypothesis about its viability to her own autodidactism, but that was where her understanding ended. Something about Shining having all of his friends surrounding him that night spoke to her in a way she couldn’t comprehend with deductive reasoning, something that hit her in areas she was underdeveloped and vulnerable.
Worst of all, Shining Armor leaving meant that it would be just her and her mother in the house. Her father was occupied at almost all times with work, so it was usually just the three of them. Twilight understood enough about psychology to realize this probability, but didn’t have the patience to work out it out entirely through self-examination, but somehow, the departure of Shining Armor compelled her to study her own loneliness.
Not a single of his friends paid any attention to her beyond the platonic. Despite her clumsy, childlike posturing and attempts at flirting that she had engaged in before fleeing to her room and hiding away, not one of them looked at her as anything but a kid. They rubbed her head and held her close and shouted “Twily!” when they saw her, because she was their best friend’s little sister, but that’s where the association, and the desire for it, began and ended.
She’d never actively considered it in her life up until now, as she’d always had her brother to ward off feelings of solitude and alienation with the rest of Canterlot. She’d always had a connection to him that almost, at times, felt like an emotional synthesis. Now, the prospect of losing him to the greedy grasp of adult life terrified her, and seeing any efforts she made to form a connection with some other stallion parlay into nothing demonstrated the unattainability of a suitable effigy for her brother in the interim.
That’s why she sequestered herself in her room while her brother and his friends had run of the house. She tried to distract herself with literature and study, feverishly running over childlike games in her mind, attempting to make it a maze that she’d lose herself in and when she found the way out Shining Armor would be there waiting. It was no use, and the frustration locked around her body in a veritable vice, suffocating her. She was going to lose everything – her B.B.B.F.F., the only friend she’d ever really had. The pillow was wet with her tears.
A knock on the door drew her attention, somehow distancing itself from the sounds of male shouts and laughter that otherwise dominated the orchestra in her home. She sniffled, and swallowed back a bark that would have driven the transgressor away.
The knock sounded again, and Twilight was still paralyzed.
The door creaked open, and Shining Armor stuck his head in, but wasn’t looking inside the room. He was glancing backwards, multitasking as he shouted something indistinct to his friends, then laughed. Twilight stared at him, not wanting to be seen like this; she thought, for a second, that maybe she could curl up under the covers and hide from him until he’d went away, and he’d never have to know that she was sobbing at the inevitability of his departure.
Too late for that, as Shining turned to her and caught a full look of his sister, her face wet and messy, her covers drawn up around her body like a ward. Instantaneously, all of the banal actions and trivialities of his life were cut from him. Twilight’s glance whipped around him, shearing down all his ability to disguise and posture. That was the connection they shared. Such it was that all that it required was a glance, and Shining immediately had an understanding of his sister’s distress, and felt it as keenly as if it was his. He couldn’t resist sharing it, and immediately his smile sagged from the heavy burden. No words had to be shared. Shining knew them all, already.
Shining slipped into the room and shut the door behind him, the party that formed around his nucleus entirely forgotten. He moved calmly to the side of the bed, and hopped up beside Twilight. If she had wanted, she knew he would have held her there all night.
“I don’t want you to go,” Twilight said, her voice sounding oddly clear and empirical even to herself. The emotions that she couldn’t hide, the tears on her face, never dripped down onto her tongue and entered her speech.
“I know,” Shining replied, “It’ll be okay. It’s only a few months.” She could smell a atypical sweetness on his breath. Her father had given him a vintage bottle of fine Apple Wine, imported all the way from Ponyville, and apparently Shining already saw fit to indulge. She could hear it on in his words, too. It didn’t do anything to detract from the sincerity of them. Their connection transcended everything, she had supposed.
The silence that followed was long enough that Shining must have supposed Twilight had no intent to reply, so he simply cuddled up beside her. She collapsed into him as he held her. They were hugging, as they’d done so often as foals. Just finding comfort in the warmth of each other, nothing ulterior or dissembling about their contact. It was refreshing to Twilight, usually, but now only served a poignant reminder of what she was losing.
“Besides,” Shining said, “How do you think I felt when you shipped off for that private tutoring with Princess Celestia. I was so mad that I was stampeding through the house like a buffalo.”
“That’s different,” she replied, waving away, with a dismissive sweep of her hoof, his attempt to generalize her concerns. “You had friends back then. Dad was around. Once you’re gone, it’ll just be Mom and me. I don’t have anyone else. I hope you’ve realized that.”
Left censored by Shining was his protest that her lack of friends was a self-inflicted wound brought on by her obsessive studying. Twilight knew that already, and she knew that he was thinking it. It didn’t require verbalization.
“This house will be very empty once you leave, I think,” Twilight continued, describing the situation clinically. A particularly loud bang from somewhere downstairs, followed by a roar of laughter, interrupted her. She winced at the sound. Shining Armor kept his eyes glued to her, not even noticing, waiting patiently for her to continue the elucidation of her concerns.
“Your friends won’t even be around anymore,” she said, meaning it to be sarcastic but upon realizing its candid accuracy, her tone took a somber turn.
“My friends?” Shining said, smiling. “What do my friends have to do anything?”
Twilight glared at him, as she knew his mind was already steps ahead of this moment in the conversation, and what she had to say was merely perfunctory. “Well...I’m less than a year away from being an adult, Shining. I think it’s time I started looking towards getting a boyfriend, don’t you?”
Jealousy that was characteristic of brotherhood rose in him, but what he said didn’t grant it voice. “With your schooling and everything, I didn’t think you had time for a boyfriend, Twily. Never even knew you thought about stuff like that, I guess.” He paused, as if in contemplation. “Which one of them were you looking at, anyway?”
Twilight stumbled over an answer. “Um...”
The identity of her brother’s friends lacked definitive demarcation. They were a nebulous swirl of names and faces, a mixture of personalities that melded into one being: ‘Shining’s friends’. Even now, she struggled to connect a name to a face or an action. None of them stood out. To be honest, Twilight hadn’t been looking at any in particular. They were test subjects – the experimental group of stallions she had used to test her hypothesis.
“It doesn’t matter,” she finally said, pushing up from the bed. “None of them paid any attention to me anyway.”
Somehow, for all her tergiversating, Shining’s sparkling eyes saw past all the words and knew exactly that truth, exactly what she was thinking, anyway.
“Twily,” he said, pushing himself up to be beside her once again. “You know how they think of you. You’re my little sister to them. You’re just Twily. You always have been. None of them even look at you like that...you know, romantically. You’re like their little sister, too.”
Twilight appeared to have been pushed back to the brink of tears, so Shining rebounded and attempted something else. “You’re still a young filly. Some day, in university maybe, some handsome rich genius is going to recognize what a special mare you are and sweep you off your hooves. Trust me, I know you’d be a catch.” His voice was becoming slurred and wistful.
“Yeah, right,” Twilight said, not entirely angry at her brother but still frustrated at his boyish naivety. “Not a chance. No stallion’s ever wanted anything to do with me. I’ve never even had my first kiss.”
Even Shining looked taken aback at this. “Well, that can’t...what about...” his mind searched inwardly for evidence of past indiscretions on Twilight’s part, but came up with nothing. “...You’re a beautiful little mare, Twily. Any stallion that wouldn’t want you is denser than a tree. I think you should wait for that special somepony in your life, you deserve it...Any stallion in the world be lucky to have you...” Shining’s voice grew increasingly strained and trailed off, as if he was trying to make a point in his rambling.
The two ponies stared at each other, neither of them able or willing to speak. The sounds of the house – the stallions below, the ticking of the clocking – seemed to stretch further and further away from the two of them, as they got lost in each other. Something happened with a glance, something that grew beyond words, unable to be contained by them, now.
There was something in the air, like the entire room was filled with some sort of combustible sentimentality and it was the spark in Shining Armor’s eye that made it light up and burn, the entire room exploding in sensuality – a palpable aura of love that completely enveloped the both of them.
Twilight, even with her limited knowledge of these types of situations was able to detect it. Some instinctual part of her, something deeper than reasoning, gently told her what was going to happen, and compelled her to close her eyes. Or maybe it was the bond they shared. She could read her brother’s motives through the slightest twitch of his mouth, the most fleeting glance of his eyes.
She only existed a second in dread, her eyes closed lightly, hovering in nothing, before she felt Shining Armor’s snout brush against hers. It was warm, and even though his lips barely touched hers, she could taste the wine he had drank, and feel the warmth of his mouth. The kiss was – at first – a test, a gentle question he asked. ‘Are you okay with this?’
He could only take her reaction as approval, and so pressed harder against her. It wasn’t a greedy kiss, but it was a passionate one. There was no movement after they locked snouts together – no lustful moaning, no retractions. She seemed to collapse inwardly, or into him, every part of her being consumed by this soft contact. Time seem suspended, the only thing that existed was Twilight and her brother and the sweetness of his breath.
When he finally pulled away, it was like Twilight taking a first gasping breath after being revived, recalled from unconsciousness. The world came back to her in stages, returning from aether. First, she could feel the linen of her bed under her, shaking as her entire body shivered. Then she heard the sound of the rhythmic beating of the clock again. Shining’s friends were suddenly loud and grasping again, their shouts echoing through the house.
Twilight opened her eyes slowly. In sync even then, she saw her brother opening his eyes just at that moment. Her heart was beating faster and faster, desperately pumping to a body that had gone intractably and entirely numb. She was simultaneously exhausted and invigorated, paradoxically drained and completed by the kiss. There was nothing she could say. She could sit there in silence for the next hour, staring at her brother, and still, she would think of nothing to say. Anything she could say felt clumsy and inarticulate, her erudite vocabulary suddenly seeming worthless, and if she dared to employ it, dared to attach words to this, the beauty would flee in abject disgust.
He took the initiative.
“There,” he whispered, his voice as soft and sweet as a violin. “Now you can’t say a stallion has never kissed you.”
She stared at him, desperately trying to cling on to the fleeting feeling of perfection. She was trying to store it deep down inside of her, somewhere where nothing would be able to touch it, and she’d be able to call on it whenever she wanted. She was non-consciously rewiring herself to feel this way whenever her brother smiled at her. You’re the only stallion I’ve ever loved, she wanted to scream at him.
She hoped she had captured it, because the moment was killed – shattered, ruined – forever whenever there was a insolent knocking on Twilight’s door, and one of Shining’s now unappealing friends peaked in and said something that Twilight couldn’t remember. Shining hopped up from the bed after dismissing his friend, and finally, turned back towards Twilight as he departed.
“And if you still feel like this whenever I get back, “ he said, the words that ran over in Twilight’s mind over and over since he had uttered them, “I’ll make sure you start to feel like a proper mare.”
He shut the door behind him, gone forever, swept back up into the real world, while Twilight was left quivering and in love, stunned into silence.
It was a scene that Twilight had committed unintentionally to her memory, by sheer repetition. She followed naturally from it – throughout his absence, her minded wandered from scenario to scenario, each fueled by fantasy and desire. Shining Armor was her first kiss so it was natural – proper, even – that he should serve as her first in an unending variety of extrapolations. Twilight and Shining Armor shared many firsts together, starting out almost achingly slow but quickly expanding, building on itself until it reached an apex of love and perversion. She would pass hours laying in bed, staring at the ceiling and holding her own body, desperate for some touch even if it’s her own, a constantly layering procession of acts with her brother filtering through her mind, progressing so far into the depths of lust that she found her body growing hot and her breath becoming strained even as she simply lay there.
Now, though, it was tainted, the memory diseased. It’s prior perfection served only to contrast its currently corrupted state. The euphoric drug that was Shining Armor had seemed to sustain her over of the length of his departure, but now, it had irrevocably changed; it had been exposed to the real world, and had reacted by morphing into a poison.
She’d let Shining Armor into her heart, and he’d taken the opportunity to leave a cold dagger in it.
It was all she could do to stare at him with narrowed eyes . She wasn’t sure that forgiveness would ever come. He laughed and smiled and talked, but she couldn’t hear any of it. The words that rolled out of his mouth were as effortless as the promises he’d already broken, and therefore there was little point in paying attention to the tangible words. They were a waste, regardless.
Her angry stare moved for the pegasus, who was silent and downcast, looking the same as she did when she had entered – uncomfortable and out of place. Shining Armor was apparently as unaware of the mood of his girlfriend as he was of his sister. He simply continued on conversing with his mother, trying to drag Bubblegum into the dialog whenever an opening presented itself. She insisted on staying isolated with as much force as her gnat-like voice could muster.
Eventually, Shining Armor stretched his limbs and yawned, still with the wide, ignorant smile on his face. Twilight was jarred from her he melancholy for a brief moment whenever her brother stood from ground.
“I’ll go get something for us to eat, okay?” He said, glancing around to the three mares, all three of them in various stages of obliviousness to what he was saying. “Pantry still in the same place, right, Mom?” he asked, as if he had not lived here in this household in years.
Shining leaned back down and talked closer to his girlfriend, but he didn’t moderate his voice to his proximity – he was practically shouting in her ear, as if the only reason she was so unresponsive up until now was because she couldn’t properly hear him, and a bit of shouting would jar her from her passivity. Normally, Twilight would shake her head disapprovingly at his lack of tact, and maybe decide to pull him aside later and advise him on nuances of his companion’s mood and what he should do to help her. Now, she couldn’t even muster the energy to be elated or excited at these increasingly visible cracks in their relationship. This wasn’t about the girlfriend anymore. Bubblegum was tangential, now – a symptom, an outlying cause, a result of an already performed indiscretion.
No, thought Twilight, as she tried to will her gaze to bore an uncomfortable hole into Shining’s psyche as he waltzed comfortably from the room.
No, this was about her brother’s betrayal.
Twilight muttered a perfunctory excuse about needing to return to her studies soon after Shining left the room, but she was sure neither of the ponies in the room would regard her sudden retreat and absence with any particular askance. Her mother turned to her and nodded absent-mindedly, while the mare on the floor didn’t even deign to look up from the ground, looking somehow even more disturbed and frightened now that she didn’t have a large stallion to hide behind. Her mother tried, in futility, to pull some kind of sentence from the insular mare, determined to carry the conversation forward in the absence of her brother, but the efforts seemed doomed to futility as Twilight hopped off the couch and quickly trotted from the room.
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Shining Armor looked around the room that dark pantry, slowly taking it all it all in despite having just raided it a few months ago. It was a short period of time, he knew, but there was something about his absence that had changed him. He was an adult, now. He had left a colt and had grown into a stallion, and his childhood home no longer seemed familiar. Everything was small and reeked of nostalgia.
Even the pantry he now occupied, a dark, closed room connected to the kitchen, seemed small. Before, when he was an adventurous colt, it had always seemed so imposing, so limitless in it’s stores. Now, it the endless inventory had been reduced to a few shelves of food. The thin light that emanated from the single, dull, flickering lightbulb hanging overhead could barely force its way through the dust motes that glittered in the air, and he had a hard time reading the labels of the foodstuffs through the filtered illumination.
He remembered a time, long ago, when he was playing hide-and-go-seek with his little sister, and he’d chosen the then-imposing and dungeon-like pantry as his hiding place. Twily pranced around the house, giggling intermittently as she tried to find her brother. Soon, though, the laughter stopped, and Shining heard the worry creep into her voice. He heard his name called out through the empty house, echoing as the building suddenly revealed how massive it was and how terrifying it was to be in alone. Her calls were curious, at first, but they grew increasingly panicked, until, finally, Twilight pushed open the door to the pantry and rushed in, calling out his name with the tears audible in her voice. Shining, who was hiding so cleverly that the door concealed him when his sister pushed it open, took that opportunity to leap from his hiding place, pouncing on his sister, who shrieked and immediately broke into a sobbing mess. He remembered spending the rest of the night in his bed, his lanky teenage body wrapped around his tiny sister, comforting her with gentle pats on the head and ‘“there, there”s as she bawled and bawled, even though the scary monster was revealed to just be her big brother, who was okay after all.
He heard the door creak open behind him, and spun around to see his sister, gently closing it behind her. The pantry was big enough to comfortably hold both of them, but only just – a third pony wouldn’t have been able to stand in her without them rubbing up against one another.
“Hey, Twily!” he said, genuinely happy to see her, “I was just thinking about the time that I was hid-”
“What was that all about?” Twilight interrupted, the icy chill of her voice freezing Shining’s sentence in place and cooling his delight.
“What do you mean?” he asked, concerned. There were a million things that she could be talking about, but, immediately, Shining’s mind went to one, and he hoped that he was mistaken.
“A girlfriend?” Twilight hissed, “Really?!”
Shining sighed, his worst fears confirmed. He always thought his sister might be a little too attached to him, and might view his branching out as a threat. Still, he had hoped that in his absence, she would have gained some form of perspective. Apparently, that was an optimistic assumption, as the little sister that was desperately trying to keep a fuming anger under a veil of mild consternation proved.
“Twilight,” he said, trying to inject disappointment into his voice, “I’m surprised that you’d have a problem with it. I’d hoped you’d be more mature than that.”
Oh, so I’m just “Twilight” to you now, am I? Twilight thought to herself.
“What about what happened before you left? What was that supposed to mean?” Twilight said, feeling herself grow hot. Embarrassment was more warm than anger.
“Oh, that,” Shining said dismissively, as if it was just a small thing. Still, he himself looked embarrassed and concerned, bringing his hoof to the back of his head. “I was kind of hoping you’d forgotten about that.”
“Forgot!” she shrieked, trying, at the last second, to lower her voice as much as possible. The fantasy and its infinitesimal variations had rolled around in her mind for days on end. The scenario had left such an unmistakable and deep footprint in her consciousness that she found herself neglecting her usually esteemed studies just to lay in bed and think about it over and over. And now, here was her brother, saying that she expected her to just forget about it, expecting her to just jot it down in her diary and never bring it up again, expecting to her write the whole thing off as a big mistake or accident. “Forgot! How could I have forgotten about it! You don’t just say stuff like that to your little sister and hope that she forgets.”
Her brother didn’t make a response, looking at her like he had hoped her lecture of was over – that that was the extent of her outrage, that she would acquiesce to the new mare in his life, and let him go on his way, keeping her anger at him bottled up for, oh, a day or so, before inevitably pretending that it never happened, as families are prone to do with the sake of keeping their cohesion and their sanity.
No such luck, Shining Armor.
“You told me you would make me feel like a mare! What was that supposed to mean, huh?” She took a menacing step towards her brother, and the room suddenly seemed even smaller, closing up around him quickly.
He stumbled around a variety of syllables, searching frantically for the beginning of some rejoinder or counterargument, but coming up with nothing. “I...” he finally sputtered, forming a sentence in his head and evocating it before he could think, “I don’t even remember saying that!”
Twilight’s eyes widen. The heat of anger left her. She felt cold, suddenly. This was the most important thing in her life. Those words that he uttered had been etched in her mind, playing cyclically like a song she could never quite get out of her head. And here was her brother, the stallion she loved, telling her that he didn’t even remember saying it! She was aghast, and her incredulity left her speechless, only able to open and close flopping on the lakeside.
“Twilight...I was drunk.” His eyes went everywhere except his sister, as if he hoped to find some corporeal escape from the situation inside the jars and foodstuffs of the pantry. “I’m pretty sure I saw you slipping a glass of that wine that day, too. At least, I tasted it on your...” the sentence suddenly halted, as he himself begin to venture on a topic that it would not beneficial to bring up.
“Besides,” he said, his voice disbelief tempered with chastising, “What did you think I meant? What did you expect to happen today?”
Now, it was Twilight’s turn to be embarrassed. She felt her face burn. “I...I...” she couldn’t quite bring the words to her mouth. I thought you were going to... Even internally, she couldn’t bring the thought to completion. She’d fantasized about it, and she knew exactly how she wanted everything to proceed. But now, confronted by the stallion she’d thought about, and finding him, contrary to her expectations, confused and reluctant, she couldn’t form the sentence. She couldn’t elucidate on her desires to him.
Shining Armor smiled a fond and sympathetic smile. He pulled his motionless sister into a quick hug. “It’s okay, Twilight. You’re just confused right now. We can talk about this later, okay?”
He let her go, and she couldn’t bring herself to look into his eyes. Like the mare waiting in another room for her boyfriend to return, the ground attracted her gaze. Shining Armor brushed past her, making for the exit.
“For now,” he said, as he put one hoof on the door, “You’ll just have to accept that you’re not the only important mare in my life anymore.”
The words cut into Twilight, and made her glance upward. Such a callous statement from the only stallion she’d ever loved. She felt on the verge of tumbling from a precipice. She had to do something, or else Shining would be lost forever, captured permanently by the wiles of some hussy from the flight academy.
No.
I won’t let him go like that.
Her horn glowed, and she lapsed into a familiar of manipulation. Shining was thrown back suddenly, and, with a muted yell, smacked into the wall opposite of the door. He collapsed on his back, his limbs splayed and his head reeling from the impact.
“T-Twilight...what are you doing?” His gaze was defocused, and his impact with the wall sent tremors through the room that made all the glassware shake. The lightbulb was swinging like a pendulum above them. He felt Twilight between his hind legs before he saw her.
“I love you, Shining Armor,” Twilight said, her voice low and deep. “I love you a lot.”
“I love you, too, Twily,” The response came to his lips accidently, through the force of his precedent. “But, get off of me. What are you doing?” His head was still spinning from the impact. He tried to push himself off the floor, but found an invisible force holding him in place. It took only the barest amount of magical energy to keep Shining Armor bound to the floor.
“Oh, you don’t have to worry about getting off, big brother,” she said, and ran her hooves inside his thighs, running circles around his flaccid shaft. “Your little sister’s here to take care of that for you.”
He was still struggling, pushing against his invisible restraints. Twilight held him down almost subconsciously, and ponderously made her way up his body. She grinded her chest against his cock, and felt it twitch under her body. He really does love me.
“Twilight,” he said, trying to muster up some force in his voice. “Stop-”
She interrupted his sentence by diving for his mouth, kissing his greedily. She shoved her tongue into his mouth and he tried to force it out but ended up just massaging it with his. Twilight had spent the summer studying, as she usually did – but this time, a much more salacious topic. She knew all the techniques and procedures, and apparently, the way the she was moaning into her brothers mouth was having an effect on him. Even as she stifled his protest to this situation, she felt his cock hardening under her body. It grew against her body, rising up to her chest as she kept gyrating against it.
She could already feel herself getting wet, and the rubbing started to get slippery as she covered the base of Shining’s cock in her arousal. His shaft parted her lips ever so slightly as she grinded against it, teasing her clit on his cock and sending tingling all throughout her body.
“You’re getting hard, Shining,” she broke her forceful kiss and whispered the obvious truth into her brother’s ear. Months of fantasies were culminating an instant, hours and hours of idle touching and dopey smiles as her mind wandered the forbidden paths of her desires, spurred on by an errant statement. It all led up to this, right now, in this steamy, claustrophobic closet as Twilight sat on top of her brother, moving up and down on him. “Do you want to fuck your little sister?” Just saying it made her lips tingle in delight. “Do you want to make a mare out of me, just like you said you would?”
“N-no...Twilight...” he said, protesting even in the face of reality, as his cock twitched under his sister.
“I’m gonna let you put it inside, okay?” she whispered into his ear, ignoring what he was saying. She had all the answers she needed right there, splitting her lips and teasing her.
She pulled herself further up his body, and lined the tip of the cock with her entrance. It was still hard to see in the dim light, but based on how far the cock stretched up his body, it was obvious that Shining was a well-endowed stallion.
“I’m so lucky to have such a hung big brother,” she mumbled into his ear.
It was Twilight’s first time. Even when she played with herself to a variation of what was proceeding now, she’d never had something inside of her. If Shining was as big as she imagined he was, it was going to be a struggle to fit inside. That certainly wasn’t going to stop her at this stage.
“Twilight, are you crazy?!” Shining said.
She turned to her brother and looked him in the eyes. “This is my first time, Shining, so you need to go slow.” She pouted as she recited the lines she’d prepared in her daydreams.
Twilight wrapped her forehooves around Shining’s neck and held her body close to his for leverage. She could hear his snorting, and felt his hot breath on her face. She wiggled her rump on his chest as she lined herself up properly. Shining had giving up struggling against his sister’s telekinesis, as the effort was useless.
“Don’t, Twily...” he said, “we can’t. Don’t.”
She glanced backward. She wished she could have seen it go inside of her – to be able to look down at her own body and see it as she felt it go inside her, looking in awe at her own brother as he shoved inch after inch of his cock into her, but this would have to do. The tip of his cock was soaked in a veritable flood of the fluid she was leaking, so when she pressed herself back, using her own brother’s chest as leverage, the first inch slid into each easily.
Shining took in a sharp intake of air. “Twily, you...”
“It’s inside me,” Twilight whispered, awed. It was so thick and huge that she was afraid, for a split second, that if she shoved it inside her any deeper she might break. Greed and desire soon overcame that concern.
“I’m going to put the rest inside, okay Shining?” She turned back to him. “Don’t move until it’s all the way in, or you might hurt me.” His eyes were glistening in the pale light, but he didn’t say anything and Twilight could have sworn she saw, however slight and fleeting, him make a quick nod.
She collapsed on him again, and wiggled her rump further down his body. She could feel herself splitting, her walls stretching to accommodate the massive girth she was insistent on impaling herself with. Shining’s breathing was growing faster and faster in her ear, and a grunt slipped out of his mouth. Twilight nearly moaned at the sound.
Twilight had to move slowly. There was no way she could take him all inside. Her mind was delirious with greed and fear, pleasure and pain. Inch after inch of Shining Armor’s cock went inside of her, and it felt better than she could have imagined. Each little bit that she shoved inside made her entire body quiver, and she clung to Shining Armor’s chest as if he was the only thing that could save her.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck...” Twilight repeated the word over and over again, almost absentmindedly. It wasn’t a word she was used to saying, but she couldn’t help herself, now. It felt so right to say, the word pouring over her lips and making them tingle like the rest of her, such a vulgar and awful word, so right, so fitting. “You’re too big, big brother. I can barely fit you inside me.”
“Twilight...”
“Fuck...”
She took in a mouthful of her brother’s shirt and bit down, it serving as a makeshift gag against her rambling. She had to do it, as she felt his cock pierce deeper and deeper inside of her. If she didn’t, she might scream or moan and shriek in delight whenever he shoved himself the whole way inside and if she did that Mom and his girlfriend would come to the door and see these two perfect siblings fucking like horny animals and they would know who Shining really loved her and oh fuck...
Twilight stopped moving, and her entire body shook. She clenched her eyes tight, but tears still leaked out of them and ran down her face and onto Shining’s shirt. She sprayed hot girlcum all over the half of her brother’s cock that wasn’t already embedded inside of her. Her brother gasped at the sudden spill of warm liquid all over his lower body.
“Did you just...” Shining asked, amazed.
“I love you so much, big brother,” Twilight said, through her tears and a mouthful of fabric. “You just made your little sister cum all over you, oh, I love you so much.”
Twilight’s limbs were still shaking furiously from her orgasm, but she couldn’t stop now. The rest of him was easier to fit in, but her teeth still clung to his shirt and a slurry of sounds filtered through as she inched herself the whole way down.
Finally, she bottomed out. She felt impossibly full. It was almost like he was big enough to fill up her entire body, and she felt so content that she just wanted to lay there forever with Shining’s cock imbedded inside of her. It felt like it reached all the way up to her stomach.
“So full...” she said, looking up at her big brother in amazement. She leaned forward and kissed him, and, this time, he accepted the kiss gladly, letting her tongue into his mouth. Her hindquarters humped against his crotch as they continued to make out, each of the micro-movements making her ultra-sensitive body shake.
“I’m gonna start moving okay?” she asked her brother the second she broke the kiss, her lips brushing against his as she spoke the words.
Twilight unwrapped her forehooves from behind her brother’s neck, and lifted herself up. She already felt exhausted, and her limbs were gingerly shaking as the supported her. It was such a good ache, though – she wouldn’t mind feeling this exhaustion and this ache all the time.
“Now, Shining,” she said, her voice shaking but still containing an element of reproach. “Just b-because your little sister just gave you her virginity, doesn’t mean you get to come inside, okay? So you gotta tell me when you’re close.” She sounded just like she was quoting from one of the salacious comics she kept tucked in between two tomes up in her otherwise irreproachable room.
Shining’s response was a low groan.
Twilight began moving, slowly at first. She picked her rump off of his hips and lifted herself up a few inches, then slowly moved back down back down onto her brother. The motions were awkward and unfamiliar to the young mare. She’d read about the specifics, sure – she spent the summer gobbling up any literature she could find on the topic in order to ensure she could satiate her brother’s desire. It was still difficult to get acclimated to, immediately. She’d get used to it in time, but for now, she contented herself with moving up a few inches and moving back down. The feeling was still enough to make her reel. It felt so good to be fucking her brother, she couldn’t help but curse every single time she bottomed out again.
Shining didn’t seem to complain. He stared up in awe at his sister as she moved her hooves to rest on his stomach.
“You’re fucking your little sister, Shining,” Twilight announced to him. “Does it oh fuck d-does it feel good? Screwing your little sister with your massive cock...”
She began to pick up her pace as continued talking to him, trying to match the intensity of the action with that amount of lust that was seeping into her words. Her dialog descended closer and closer to delirium as she neared another orgasm. His cock felt so hot inside of her, and she could feel it twitching in delight every time she moved against it, grinding her walls against in deliberately. Slowly, she build in speed, grinding against him as their flesh slapped together. Their moans and curses completed the incestous chorous. She couldn’t help moaning and talking to him. The words had no active thought behind them – they were as instinctual and base as the way her hips moved up and down on his cock.
“You’re so fucking sexy that your own little sister can’t even control herself around you.” Twilight said, panting now. “Just screw me, I don’t care, just fuck me.”
Shining had never been fucked like this. He’d had sex before, with the demure little mare who was sitting out there, wondering what was taking her boyfriend so long. But that was an entirely different experience from that. Bubblegum would just lay there, motionless, not even looking at him while he thrust into her. It was like she turned into a corpse the second he slide inside of her, not responding to any of his whispers or his kisses. When he finished and pulled out, she bolt up, suddenly alive and full of energy, and rushed to the shower. It was a duty. She never enjoyed herself.
Now, though, here was his little sister. His studious and adorable little sister whom he loved more than anything in Equestria was grinding on top of him like a wanton whore, blubbering mindlessly about how fucking good his cock felt inside of her, gyrating her hips as she bounced up and down on him. Each bounce gained more and more energy, until she was riding him with a furious energy Shining had only never seen her devote to any physical activity before. There was no denying how good it felt. If it hadn’t been his little sister riding him now, he’d be having the time of his life. Even with that qualifier, though, it was hard to deny the way his hips thrust back into her every time she bounced back down meeting each of her slams with thrust of his own. An involuntary moan escaped his lips.
“You’re so fucking hot, Shining, so good, please, you’re gonna make me cum again, please...” Her movements were jerky from passion. There was no organization or calm to her love-making. She was a mare in the throes of lust and she rode her brother in a panic, desperately needing gratification. “I love riding you, fuck...”
Shining suddenly found that he could move his body naturally again, Twilight obviously losing control of her magic as she found herself unable to concentrate on anything but the cock going in and out of her and making her cum. His forehooves found their way to his sisters rump, and rested just above her hindlegs. Twilight then realized she had lost control of him, and panicked for a moment. Shining pulled his sister upwards and Twilight thought, for a brief instance, that he was going to pull her off of his glorious cock and leave her here alone. But then, once her small body was pulled upwards, his grip suddenly relaxed, and pulled back down, gently. Almost pleadingly.
Please, Shining’s hooves said, the gentle tug asking her sister to please go back down and keep riding him until he came.
Twilight bit her lip, the other half of her mouth curling upwards in a victorious smile.
I won.
He’s mine.
She rode him even harder with that acknowledgement. She needed to make him cum as quickly as possible. This is what she’d been waiting for all these months. Shining grabbed her midsection and started thrusting upwards to meet her. This is what she wanted. She wasn’t just fucking her brother, now. They were fucking each other. Just like everything about their entire life, they only had each other, now. All that mattered was each other, and they mated so perfectly and so naturally it’s like they’d been doing it since they were able. Twilight almost wished they’d had, now that she knew how good it was to let her big brother work her over.
Twilight let out a loud shriek whenever Shining slammed her back down hard. If there was anyone in the kitchen, there was no way they missed it. The sound of the siblings screwing in the pantry was too loud, but both of them were too far gone to care. The jars shivered and clinked against one another as their mating grew more and more bestial. Shining was gasping for air in the stuffy pantry that now reeked of sex and sweat.
“Oh fuck, Shining, not so hard, I can’t take it.” Twilight was frantic now, some part of her consciousness aware of how noisy they were being but the rest of her too addled with carnal greed to be too concerned. “You’re gonna make me cum again, I’m gonna...fuck, cumming.” She did just that, spraying another spurt of warm liquid all over Shining’s shaft and his balls.
It was too much for Shining Armor. “Twilight...I’m...” He couldn’t bring himself to say it, though he wasn’t sure if that was because his little sister was almost about to make him cum or because he was too close to properly express that.
“Are you close, Shining?” Twilight whispered breathlessly, not slowing down her bouncing for a moment. “Are you about to cum inside your little sister? Am I about to make you cum?”
“Yesss..” Shining said, half hiss and half moan. “Oh Celestia, Twilight, you’re so...” The words didn’t come as easily to Shining, but his sister got the message nonetheless.
Twilight didn’t stop. She couldn’t. She just kept riding him, the amount of cum she’d sprayed all over him making loud slapping sounds as she rode him. “You’d better pull out, Shining. You’d better pull out.”
Shining tried to obey, but his sister refused to let him. She wouldn’t let him move from inside of her, every single time he tried she slammed back down, insistent. “Twilight...” he tried to tell her, sternly, but he too close to make her name sound like anything other than a profane enunciation of lust.
“You’d better not cum inside me you sexy fucking stallion I’m warning you. You’d better not.” Twilight completely ignored her brother, he was so close to cumming inside her and she just wanted to feel him spurt deep inside her, to prove that he loved her more than anything.
“Twilight, get off!”
“You’re gonna get off inside me, Shining. You have to pull out, Shining, you’re going to cum inside your little sister.” She collapsed on him again, intermixing her words with kisses on his neck. “You’re going to cum inside and get me pregnant. You’re going to knock your own little sister ‘cause you can’t stop fucking her long enough to pull out, oh fuck.
“Twilight!” Shining shouted in a panic, the last shriek of his sensibility. If Twilight bounced down on him one more time, just once more, all that would be true, he wouldn’t be able to help himself. He’d spurt straight inside Twilight.
She was off of him at the last possible moment. She pulled her body off of his cock, still aching and twitching, and lept out of the way. Immediately, Shining’s hooves made for his cock. All it’d take is one more stroke, he was so close, just one more, that’s all he needed...
He found his body restrained. Twilight’s horn glowed in the perpetual Twilight of the pantry. He couldn’t move any part of his body. Even his hips were thwarted in their subconscious thrusting. His cock was still rock hard, twitching in the air. He was so close he could feel it, he just needed one more touch, just one more graze. His hooves were struggling to move downward, trying to get him off.
“Twilight, please,” he cried, unashamed. The desperation in his voice was palpable. “Please let me cum, Twily.”
“Are you asking your little sister to make you cum?” Twilight asked, raising an eyebrow. She need to hear this. She needed it in indelible confession.
“Yess,” Shining said. Just one more, even her hooves would do, he just needed to cum, he couldn’t take it. “Please make me cum, Twily.”
“Tell me you love me,” Twilight said. She moved around to the front of his motionless body. Her face was inches from his cock. Her hoof started to rub his balls. All mine.
“I love you, Twily,” he responded without a moment of hesitation. “I love you so much.” He would say anything at this point to get release. He’d confess anything if it just got his little sister to give him that final stroke.
“Tell me you love it when I make you cum,” Twilight couldn’t help herself from demanding it. Shining loved her deep-down, she already knew, but he needed to be punished for teasing her by bringing home a ‘girlfriend’.
“I love it,” Shining blurted out. “I love it so much. Please, Twily, make me cum.”
She wrapped her hooves around his cock, and stroked downward as fast as he could. Shining suddenly regained control of his body, and the sensation was too much. It shot through his body like a lightning bolt. His back arched as he came, and he moaned too loudly. Twilight could feel his balls contracting as she continued to stroke him with one hoof, helping him ride out his orgasm. He keep spurting, shooting his cum all over his stomach and his shirt. Some landed on his neck, and it just kept shooting. He’d never been teased like this, and he didn’t have much time to take care of himself at the academy. His sister had coaxed the most intense orgasm he’d ever had out of him.
At the end, his body collapsed to the floor, all of his muscles feeling exhausted and strained. He just wanted to curl up and fall asleep, covered in his own cum. He couldn’t believe what had just happened, and already knew what it meant. He’d sort through it later. For now, it was all he could do to keep his eyes open as he panted and tried to tell his sister something.
Twlight stared at Shining. A sense of accomplishment flooded her. She looked at the mess she’d made of Shining, and it somehow proved to her how much the siblings loved each other. Her brother had fucked her and made her cum all over him, and now she’d done the same to him.
I want to taste it, she thought.
She leaned in languidly and ran her tongue slowly up his shaft, taking in the taste of herself and her brother all at once. Shining twitched and groaned, still hypersensativie in post-orgasm, but Twilight couldn’t spare his complaints a thought, right now. She ran her tongue up his shaft and past it, running along his stomach and gathering all of his cum in her mouth. She leaned up and looked at him, then swallowed it in a big gulp.
“See, big brother,” she said, smirking, “Your little sister will take care of you. You don’t need some pegasus hussy who can’t even take her eyes off of the ground. From now on, you just come to your little sister whenever you have a problem, and she’ll take care of it for you, okay?”
He simply stared at her, but Twilight didn’t need a response. She knew he was already hers. He’d made a mare out of her just like he promised he would. With her legs still quivering, and girlcum drying on the coat of her leg, she marched out of the pantry and back up to her room. It made no sense to pay the pegasus any more attention. She would be gone soon, she knew.
Twilight’s mom had made no progress with the mare she was now alone with. Every possible question was met with the quickest, most perfunctory answer. Every possible conversation was guided through to the end via the path of least resistance. She tried to pull information of even just communication of this mare, but she simply sat there, motionless. She’d have an easier time trying to pluck her feathers out than pluck a sentence longer than three words from her.
“So,” Twilight’s mom said, her eyes suddenly flashing, “What makes you think you’re good enough for my son?”
Bubblegum looked up and stared at her. She tried to speak, but all that came out was low moan that sounded like a cat being strangled.
