It's Not Creepy if it's Slash Fiction

by Red Rover

Rating: mature
Tags: Slice of Life, Anthro, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Comedy, Romance, Pinkie Pie, Sex
Length: 4962

Cherry stumbles upon her sisters steamy writing project and things get interesting in the sister's cupcake shop.

Vanilla and her long lost sister, Cherry, run a little cupcake shop in the city. When not working or being picked on by her sister, Vanilla likes to practice her favorite pass time of writing /fiction. Her newest project involves herself and her unsuspecting sibling. Soon Vanilla has to face a /fiction writer's greatest fear; being found out.

Published 2015-06-10 00:10:02 UTC
Last updated 2015-06-10 00:10:02 UTC

Chapter 1

I walk into the kitchen and my eyes go wide. Standing next to the mixer is my sister, Berry in the middle of what seemed to be a batter explosion. Light brown mush covered the walls, puddled on the floor and dripped from the ceiling with Berry at it’s center.

“Um... Hey Priscilla,” she says to me in her most innocent tone she can muster. She has muffin batter sprayed all down her front covering her apron face and short scarlet mane. Underneath the mess on her face I could make out a plastered grin as if to convince her that everything is fine.

I hold up my hands in front of me. My words catch in my throat for a moment. “W-What did you do?!”

“You said you needed to mix up some batter quick, so I turned the mixer on High.”

I bury my face and look of frustration in my hands. It’s nearing closing time for Priscilla’s Pastries. It may not be the top bakery in Equestria, but we make enough to get by. I own the shop and run it with a little help from my sister, Berry. Though my sister has a muffin for he cutiemark, I guess she is still getting used to being my assistant and helping me run the shop.

“You clean up quick. I’ll go to the bathroom to try and wash this off,” Berry suggests.

“Fine. Just go.” The shop is almost out of stock and there were still patrons to serve so there isn’t time to lose.

Fifteen minutes later I'm reaching for the ceiling tile with a mop, which isn’t a very effective method. I was getting more on my head than the mop and getting the floor even more dirty. Just then Berry comes back with a flustered look.

“Um, we’re out,” she says bluntly.

“Of what?”

“Everything?”

“We’re out of everything?!”

“That’s what I said.”

“Where were you? I thought you were going to help clean this up?”

“I was out front with the customers.”

I groan in aggravation. “We’re just going to need to close early. It’ll be closing time before we can start filling orders again.” I grab a towel and wipe off my face and hair before walking to the front to tell the customers.

Berry sighs. “Sorry...”

Berry had been at the shop for a little over a week, so she’s bound to make some mistakes. Though I got frustrated with her from time to time I tried not to be too hard on her. Berry had run away from home when she was young. I was so little I barely remembered her. I don’t think I blame her for running away; not with family like ours. A little over a week ago something incredible happened. After ten years she found her way into my store. We talked and when she told me she worked as an escort I had to offer her a job at the shop. I wouldn’t just leave her hanging and let her go back to that. And now here we are.

Berry and I walk up the stairs to our apartment built above the shop after our lengthy cleaning escapade. It takes us an hour after closing to get the whole kitchen clean.

“Ugh, finally! I thought we’d never get out of there,” Berry groans.

“Well, it wouldn't have been so bad if you hadn’t sprayed batter everywhere.”

“Hey! It wasn’t my fault. You said turn the beater on, so I did. Why would they make a setting that high?”

I roll my eyes. “Well, next time you can clean up the mess.”

“Whatever” She holds up her hands in defeat. “I’m sorry for making a mess. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

“And how are you going to do that?”

Berry taps her chin in thought. “Oh, I’ll think of something.” Her words trail off like she’s lost in thought as a small grin spreads across her face.

I glance over to her with a look of tired apathy. “I don’t even want to know.”

After walking upstairs I grab a towel from the closet. I’d need a shower to get the flour and muffin mix out of my hair. I mean, how did she even get it on the ceiling? I turn to the bathroom to find Berry already stripping on the way to the door. Growing up she wasn’t exactly the modest type, but it hadn’t gotten any better with time and neither did her sloppiness. Only wearing her panties she tosses her dirty cloths on the couch and starts slipping off her underwear as she closes the bathroom door behind her. I fold my arms and roll my eyes projecting annoyed thoughts at the door. “Every damned time,” I grumble to myself.

I put the towel over my shoulder and pick up Berry’s cloths. I hold up her shirt sighing. I could never fit into her clothes. Berry was always slimmer than me. “No fair..” I pick up her bra. This definitely wouldn’t fit me. I did have one leg up on her though; cup size. I toss the clothes into the laundry and sit on the arm of the couch and remove my updo while I wait. I take out the chopsticks holding my bun together and shake out my pink mane. Berry says it makes me look like a prude, but I like it.

The stairs from the shop on the bottom floor lead straight to the living room of the apartment. The apartment is a bit small. I look to the opposite wall in the living room to check the time. It’s already nearing seven at night. It’s about time to be thinking about what to make for dinner.  The kitchen is juxtaposed across from the living room and in the hall to the left is the two bedrooms, the laundry and the one bathroom at the end. It isn’t much, but it’s enough.

I hear the water shower turn off and I get up and walk over to the bathroom door. Berry walks out of the bathroom with a towel casually draped over her shoulder giving me full view of her naked body. My eyes take in the sight of her perky, exposed breasts as her tattooed arm reaches over her head to scratch an ear, and I turn my head away before my eyes travel further down.

“Berry! What the hay..”

“What?”

“You know they invented these things called cloths.”

“Big whoop. It’s not like you haven’t seen it before.”

“Doesn’t mean you should parade around the house naked all the time.”

“So what? Doesn’t bother me any.” She told me that she had a procedure done for her job as an escort. Some people had a thing for girls with something “extra”.

“Just go put some clothes on please.”

“Fine. Whatever,“

I walk into the bathroom putting down the towel and slip off my messy clothes into a neat pile before stepping into the shower. I put my hand on my head to feel a wet gooey mess of batter and tangled hair. Turning on the shower head I  run my head under the water soaking my scalp and letting the floury mess run down the drain. I grab a bottle of shampoo, squirt some on my palm and rub it into my hair. I lather up my long mane and rinse out any remaining evidence of the earlier mishap. I grab a white bottle from the shower shelf opening it and taking a long whiff. The scent makes me smile; Coconut, my favorite. I put some in my hands and condition while the aroma fills the shower. Grabbing the shampoo bottle again I reach for my tail draped around my leg and run my fingers through the lavish hair growing from my backside. I turn around to rinse and grab the conditioner again dousing my tail with it and perfuming the shower further.

I stand under the shower head, enjoying the warm water running down my body as steam fills the room. My body relaxes and I grab the bar of soap running it down my arms and legs. Sudsing up my hands I slowly rub down my sides, underneath my breasts, and farther down. I run my hands along my hips. I give them a little squeeze and they squish a little under my fingers. I was never like this in school, but since I opened the shop I noticed I’ve gotten a little pudgier than I used to be. Berry had it lucky. She was always slim around the waist and hips. I might be a little jealous of that slender midriff and tight tummy and... I feel my cheeks flush a little, but figure it’s just the hot water on my face. Deciding I’m clean enough I turn off the water and hop out incase I’ve been in there too long.

I step out of the shower and into the fog of the bathroom and dry off. After brushing my teeth and mane, I wrap a towel around my body before heading back to my room to get dressed. Walking past the living room I look over to the couch where Berry is usually watching TV after work when she’s home, but she’s not there.

I step inside my room, closing the door and turning on the light. I walk over to the dresser, not bothering to look around in the privacy of my room. I don’t think twice about letting my towel slip off and drop against the floor and opening a dresser drawer.

“Hey there~” I hear a sweet and familiar voice call from across the room.

I look up to the vanity mirror on the dresser to find my sister’s face in the reflection behind me. I shoot around to see my sister lying on my bed wearing another pair of lacy underwear. I quickly turn my body to the side, covering up my bare chest with one arm and reaching a hand to cover between my legs while curling my tail to cover up my backside. “Berry! What are you doing in my room?!”

Berry gets off the bed and walks up behind me. “Aww, come on, Priscilla. You went and cleaned up the mess earlier and had to close down the shop early because of me. I just wanted to make it up to you, that’s all.”

“W-what do you mean?”

“Well, let me show you~” Her words trail off as she steps closer wrapping her slender arms around my waist and resting her chin on my shoulder before planting a soft kiss on my neck.

My face glows red with excitement, but my mind races. Is she coming onto me? She’s my sister for goodness sake. It’s feels wrong, and yet her affectionate touch is intoxicating.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I’m not paying attention. I’ve seen it before on the face of customers. You want me, don’t you Priscilla?”

I turn around in her hug to face her and she looks into my eyes with a look of loving passion. Her gaze traps me for an instant. I look away with a sudden blush of embarrassment. “W-what do you mean? Of course I... wouldn’t. You’re my-” My words are cut off as she puts a hand on my cheek turning my head to face her. I look up to her quietly as she places her hands on my shoulders, leaning forward and pressing her soft lips against mine in a delicate kiss. My eyes go wide a moment before relaxing, the blaring sirens in the back of my mind drowned out by the sweetness of her kiss. All on their own my arms wrap around her sides pulling her closer as she leans forward pressing my back against the dresser. Time seems to freeze as we lock lips until Berry pulls away leaving a feeling of lack without her touch. Why did she stop? It feels so lewd, but I want more.

She takes my hand and I follow her to the bed. Berry sits on the bed and pulls me down beside her. She places her hands on my shoulders laying me back on the bed with a pomf of the sheets. I look up to her, my tangled thoughts race before they all go silent in the wake of another passionate kiss. Berry’s electrifying touch erases my minds attempt at protest and sends sparks shooting through my veins.

She breaks the kiss briefly touching her nose to mine in an affectionate gesture. She looks down on me with a warm smile. She holds my face in her left hand and brushing a thumb against my cheek while she rubs my shoulder with the other. I put my hand around her left wrist rubbing it softly. She massages my neck and shoulders and leans down pecking my lips with a soft smooch. Sliding her hands down from my shoulders she tilts her head and goes in for another until her hands rest over my soft breasts. Her face an inch above mine I could feel her heavy breath against my cheek. She gingerly squeezed my bust in her hands I feel a warmth growing in my stomach and my cheeks grow hot.

She moves her left hand around to my side lightly dragging her fingertips across my soft coat. I bite my lip trying to stifle a laugh, but a giggle bubbles up from my chest as she tickles my side lightly. She presses her palms against my sides and caresses up and down to my hips. Taking my nipple in her other hand she delicately pinches it between her fingertips. I can't help but let out a whimper as the warmth in my stomach intensifies. Berry kisses my cheek reassuringly and lowers her head over my chest. She lowers her lips around my unattended nipple suckling the flesh softly before licking across the tit as I groan. I shift my legs while I feel a tingling growing between them. When Berry's done tending to my breasts she moves down caressing my curvy hips and plants a sweet kiss on my tummy looking up to my face. I look away blushing and pursing my lips, partly in satisfaction and partly due to her attention of my less attractive areas. Ignoring my embarrassment, she kisses my stomach again and rubs down my outer thighs giving them a little squeeze. I bend my knees letting her slip her hands underneath to caress my legs with her lithe fingers. She plants a kiss just below my belly button as I feel my folds becoming soaked with my own excitement and I spread open my legs.

I hold my breath as I feel her hand slide across my leg and slip between my thighs. My eyes roll back in ecstasy while I feel her finger graze against my slit letting a moan loose from my lips.

“Hmmm,” Berry muses as she brings her hand up to her face to see her fingers slick with my juices. “I think you’re ready~”

Just then she lifts off of me and pulls away. I open my eyes and lean upwards to see where she’s gone. Berry is sitting back across from me on the bed, arms behind her and a prominent tent in her panties and a bulge protruding from underneath. I bite my lip as she slips her thumbs under the waist of her panties and shimmies them down past her slender hips while her semi-erect shaft slips out from behind the cloth. Her flaccid shaft hangs over the waist of the lingerie and onto the bed. I can see a bulge where her underwear conceal the sack accompanying her member. She gets up on her knees and slides her underwear down her legs giving me full view of her endowment. The flat, rounded head of her dark red shaft takes shape as it extends from her crotch almost to her knees with a veiny ring halfway up the length. Just a glimpse at my sister’s cock is enough to make me salivate. Berry strokes it with a hand until it stood at attention. Her fingers just reached all the way around her girth, the head being about the size of her slender wrists. I quickly wipe the growing salvation from the corner of my mouth.

“Like what you see, Sis?” Berry wears an alluring grin to go with the sultry look in her eyes and I have no choice but to nod. With a smile she pats her lap invitingly and says, “Then have a seat.”

I scootch closer on my knees and lift myself up above Berry’s thick rod. Berry puts her hands on my hips guiding me down while I spread open my nether lips with my fingers. I take a deep breath when I feel the tip of her shaft against my soft nethers and then lower myself down. I gasp sharply as the head passes through my entrance stretching me. Berry slowly lowers me down on her length as I wince and whimper acclimating to her girth. She is bigger than I expected her to be, but it just felt so good. Only then did I think about how long it’d been since I’d last felt this way, never before with another woman, and certainly not with my own sister. My sister.The realization breaks through the haze of lust clouding my head. I blush and turn my head away in shame of what I’m doing.

Berry notices my sudden embarrassment and stops. “What’s the matter, lil sis?”

I shift nervously still sitting firmly on Berry’s member. “It’s just, this is wrong... We are family.”

Berry leans up to meet my gaze with confidence and says, “If this is wrong... why does it feel so right?”

I stare deeply into her eyes as all of my doubt and fear fades away leaving only intense passion. Our lips meet as we hold each other close pressing our bodies together and I-

    Vanilla looks up from her notebook and lifts her pen. “Nah.. Way too cheesy.” She crosses out the last couple paragraphs. She glances over to the clock. 2:04. She had lost track of time while she was writing. “I’ll finish it tomorrow..” She closes her notebook, rubbing her eyes and yawning. She stands up from her desk to stretch her stiff limbs. Standing up reveals a certain tingle in between her legs. Her writing had built up a urge, but she decided against acting upon it. She was already losing sleep by the second.

    Turning off the lamp with a click she walks over to the bed and plops down on the plush covers closing her eyes with her feet still dangling over the edge of the bed. Despite fully intending to fall asleep this way a rumbling from the other room keeps her wake. After a minute of hearing the strange noise she groans and reluctantly pushes herself from her comfy bed and shuffles out the door.

She follows the strange noise to the living room. A light shines from the tv screen, the picture snowy static and it makes a high pitched static noise. She can see Cherry’s head resting on the arm of the couch and walks over to find her sound asleep. Cherry had a tendency of crashing on the couch which Vanilla figures is because she was too lazy to get up and go to bed. Cherry is passed out like a log. She is certainly the heavy sleeper at times. She opens her mouth and a shockingly loud snore erupts from her mouth making Vanilla giggle. Despite being annoying at times, seeing Cherry snore like a wildebeest always made Vanilla laugh. She walks to Cherry’s room, grabbing a blanket off her bed and covering up her sister. Vanilla smiles. Having her sister around really did make her happy even though the stories of her erotic fiction were just a farfetched fantasy. “Night, sis.”

Vanilla flicks off the tv and goes to her room, closing the door to dull Cherry’s thunderous snoring and soon falls to sleep herself.

The next day after closing time I’m balancing the cash in the register. “Oh, shoot. I left the books in my room. Cherry, could you grab the notebook with the shop records in it?”

“Why can’t you do it?”

“Cause I need to take stock and count the money in the register while you’ve been leaning on that broom for the past five minutes.”

Cherry rolls her eyes. “Alright, fine.” She leans the broom against the wall and heads for the stairs to the apartment above.

“It’s the one on the dresser. Okay? Just the one on the dresser. ”

“Alright, alright. I’ll get it. Keep your panties on.”

Cherry leans the broom against the wall and walks to the stairs.

“Remember.. dresser.”

Cherry rolls her eyes and groans in irritation. “Yeah, yeah. I got it.”

Cherry enters Vanilla’s room and quickly scans for a notebook instantly locking in on Vanilla’s desk and the notebook thereon. “Figures.” She says walking up to it. “It’s not even where she said it was.” She picks up the unmarked notebook and exits her sister’s room with notebook in hand and heads back downstairs. On the way back to the stairs she opens up the notebook and flicks through the pages expecting to see pages of boring numbers, but finds something very different.

Ten minutes later Cherry walks back down to the counter where Vanilla is waiting. “Wow, Cherry. You get lost? What took you?”

Without a word Cherry marches up to the counter throwing down the unnamed notebook. It slides across the counter to Vanilla where she sees the blank cover and feels herself paralyzed with dread as she screams internally.

“Berry and Priscilla. A muffin shop. Are you kidding me?”

“I-I thought I told you to grab the one on the dresser! Not snoop around my room, you jerk!”

“What are you writing us together in a dirty fanfic for, you freak?!”

“What are you going through my things for!?”

“You said notebook! I grabbed the first one I saw. You were the one who left it laying around!”

“I figured you could follow normal directions!”

“Oh, and fantasizing about screwing your sister is normal?!”

“No, but.. It’s just slash fiction. It’s... no big deal.”

“Writing a story about sex with you sister is no big deal?!”

“I didn’t mean anything by it. It’s just a story.”

“Well, it kind of creepy,” Cherry fumes.

“Just forget about it. I’ll go get the book and you count the cash in the register, okay? Can you do that?”

“Whatever. Just don’t get all creepy on me, you big nerd.”

Vanilla grabs the notebook off the counter clutching it tightly to her chest. She puts on a mask of calm waking to the stairs as her cheeks burn with embarrassment. She runs up the stairs to her room and tosses the notebook against the far wall in frustration. Walking to the dresser she retrieves the records notebook and quietly walks back downstairs with it to balance the register. Vanilla didn’t dare speak to her sister for the rest of the night out of lingering embarrassment. For the better part of a week Cherry occasionally addresses her as Priscilla to remind her of her humiliation. Probably the worst thing about family is that you never get to live down your embarrassing moments. They always manage to  bring them back up at the worst times.

It isn’t too long before Vanilla picks up her abused notebook and puts it back on her desk. The shame still burns in the back of her mind, but she still can’t help but want to know how the scene ends. She opens it up and flicks through the pages and finds where she’d left of with the two crossed out paragraphs and sat down at her desk.

Berry notices my sudden embarrassment and stops. “What’s the matter, lil sis?”

I shift nervously still sitting firmly on Berry’s member. “It’s just, this is wrong... We’re family.”

Berry leans up looking into my eyes and confidently says, “No one has to know. It can be our little secret.”

“Hmm... Nah. that wouldn’t work.” Vanilla scribbles out the last line of dialogue.

Berry leans up looking into my eyes and confidently says, “If this is wrong... I don’t want to be right.”

“Nnnnnope.” Vanilla crosses out the rewritten line again. She pauses in thought for a minute before continuing.

Berry leans up looking into my eyes and confidently says, “Hell with what the world says. Who cares? We’ve got just as much a right to be happy as everybody else does, don’t we? And nothing makes me happier than being right here..” She brushes a lock of hair from my eyes. “With you.”

A satisfied smile spreads across Vanilla’s face as she writes. Contrary to belief, writing a story doesn’t absolve you of catching a case of the Warm Fuzzies you get from reading it for the first time.

Berry puts her hand on my cheek. I lean into her hand smiling up to her as she continues. “Finding you again was the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I love ya, sis, and I always will. And if we give this thing a chance, then maybe I could make you as happy as you make me. What do you say?

I smile up to her. My eyes twinkling as I wrap my arms around her tightly and she does the same. I’m speechless, but my answer an undeniable yes. Empowered by a new sense of confidence I lean into a deep kiss. Cherry falls back and I lay on top of her. Every sense of inhibition disappears leaving only ineffable feeling of bliss and desire. Not traditional desire or even sisterly affection, but something more; some strange combination of both that I’ve never felt before. The feeling fueling my passions, I break the kiss I sit back up and get up on my knees and slowly lower myself back down taking Berry’s stiff cock. Her hands are on my hips guiding me down as she rocks her hips driving her shaft deeper until I bottom out making her bite her lower lip and grunt. I feel Berry’s rod twitch inside me excitedly as I slide up and down faster and faster. My naked breasts bounce as I drop taking her meat in to the hilt, each time coaxing out a noise from my sister. Despite her size, any discomfort is drowned out by the intense feeling of pleasure. As the pace quickens I bounce on Berry’s lap driving her as deep inside me as I could while she thrusted in long, powerful strokes. It isn’t long before we are both panting for breath nearing the finish. My higher moans mix with Berry’s deeper grunts like an erotic chorus.

Suddenly Berry slows. She lifts me until there’s only an inch of her left and then pulls me down hard and pumping her hips into me in tandem making me cry out. Lifting me up again she gives one last powerful thrust and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I climax, gushing just moments before her. Gently rocking her hips she rides out the orgasm with me until I am filled to the brim. Panting for breath I fought to hold myself up, but exhaustion overcomes me and I fall forward. Berry catches me in her arms as we pant for breath. She holds me close as I rest my head on her shoulder.

With a tender kiss on the cheek she says, “Love you, lil sis.”

I smile tiredly and hug her with what little strength I have left. “Love you too, big sis.”

Vanilla smiles and tosses her pen on the desk with a grin. “There. Finished.” She stands from her chair looking at the clock while she stretches. 10:37. Speaking of finishing, there’s plenty of time to scratch a certain itch. She flicks off the lamp and gets ready for a little fun of her own.

Outside Cherry watches tv in the living room. She hears a strange noise coming from the other side of the apartment. She doesn’t move at first, opting to ignore it and keep watching, but a little nagging squeaking sound continues to sound through the halls. It isn’t long before a mix of curiosity and annoyance overpowers her laziness. She gets up from the couch and walks down the hall. It keeps getting louder and louder as she continues until she passes Vanilla’s bedroom door where the sound seems to be coming from. She put her hand up to knock, but thought better of it and instead presses her ear against the door. A chorus of squeaks and gasps sounds from somewhere inside the room. Almost like someone is...

“Oh, come on,” Cherry mumbles under her breath. Why did Vanilla have to be so loud? She thought to go back to the living room, but before she did something told her to stay there a moment. She pauses listening to her sister’s whines when suddenly the memory of finding Vanilla’s notebook last week returns. A little montage of the scene flashes through her mind as her thoughts drift. Like, what if-

She quickly steps back from the door and shook her head free of any impure thoughts. “Damn it, Vanilla. You’re stupid story’s giving me weird ideas.” Cherry turns around and walks back to the living room, turning up the volume and plunks herself down on the couch. “Stupid story.”