The Pink & White

by a guy with many hats

Rating: mature
Tags: Human, Sad, Romance, Tragedy
Length: 3669

Fleur lost Fancy Pants and in a mad dash to replace him, ended up with two children. But when a little family bonding goes to far her children get a little too close. Even when one tries to move on, live his life in peace, he finds himself drawn home

Fleur lost Fancy Pants and in a mad dash to replace him, ended up with two unique children. But when a little family bonding goes to far her children get a little too close. And even when one tries to move on, live his life in peace, he finds himself drawn back like a moth to a flame. While the other simply waits for him, knowing he'll come back, knowing that no matter what she wants, his guilt will never see him say the words she longs for.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-08-17 07:20:04 UTC

Dear Sister

I stepped up to the porch of my old Canterlot home. The manor unassuming, clean, white. It was a beautiful display of timeless Equestrian architecture. I set my hand on the wall, running my hand along the cold glass edge of the porch window. Winter was ending soon, but I always came home, just the same as every other time, to visit my sister and say goodbye for another year.

But it wasn't just a goodbye, it was a hello, an, I'm sorry, take me back, I don't want to lose you. But all the same, each time I came back, begging for her to touch me, to be mine again, each time I laid with her, touched her, each time it ended the same. Anger, regret, fear. It had to end, and this would be the year, the year I broke it off and lived like a normal Equestrian, happy, right, without remorse or fear.

I had to break this off, once and for all. I needed to be free, I needed to say goodbye and never see my sister again if that's what it took. I knew she loved me, and I loved her, but no matter what, no matter the attraction, the love, the passion, it wasn't right, and it had to end.

I knocked on the door. The sound of hooves filled the cold winter air, cutting off the crickets chips and the low hiss of the wind. I held my breath, expecting to come face to face with my mother once again, her disapproving stare burning into my memories and guilting me about all of my hidden failings.

"Fleur--" I stopped dead as the mare that opened the door was not my mother, but my sister herself. "...Epee...." I groaned, putting my hoof on the threshold.

My sister looked me up and down, no smile, no emotion on her face. "Sabre...how are you?"

I walked inside, stopping in the entry to undo my boots. "I'm fine...where's mother?"

Epee let out a soft, dismissive sigh, "Don't you mean Fleur--"

I cut her off, already fed up with her snarky, provocative voice. "No, I mean mother." I shot back, taking my pony style boots off and setting them by the door. "Now don't split hairs-" I turned, face to face with my sister, her soft white skin and sharp features stirring bad memories. "-where is she?"

Epee stared at me, a bemused look on her face. "You're back again and the first thing you ask is where they are, not who I've been, not how I am, not if I've missed you--"

"Epee!" I snapped, grabbing her by the shoulders, "Focus, for the love of Celestia, focus."

She brushed my hands off, taking a step back and turning around. "They're away. I still don't understand why you insist on calling her Fleur...." She walked off towards the sitting area, flank swinging, long pink tail swinging softly side to side.

I shook my head, "You know why! The dismissiveness, the neglect, she doesn't deserve to hear me call her mother!"

Epee scoffed, "Neglect, mother doesn't speak much as is, she was hardly neglectful to hear nothing but silence from her." She plopped down in a seat, pointing to a likewise chair across a small table from her. "But I have to imagine you're not here to discuss them. How's Copper?"

I slowly settled down, falling into a cushy seat and staring at Epee's hooves. "I'd prefer not to talk about her."

Epee shifted her legs, crossing them and framing her hips perfectly. "Why? Does it bother you? Being with a pony? Being with someone who isn't like us? Being with someone like mother, a pony. Does it bother--"

"Don't fucking talk about her!" I snapped, jumping upright and nearly knocking over the table between us. "I moved on, I settled down, maybe not with the kind of person I would have expected, but it's better than living some fantasy, pretending things will be alright just because you say so!"

Epee tugged at her pant legs, "Well then why are you here?"

I looked around the room, eventually settling back down in my seat. "...It's over." I grumbled, brushing off the cuff of my jacket. "Land of magic, land of tolerance, Equestria is a lot of things, but it's not the place for this."

Epee looked out the window to her left. "Then why are you still here? If it's over than you should just go home, live with your little pony friend, your mare." She crossed her legs again, her right hoof bobbing in the air. "You've made your point, it's over, now I think it's time you leave."

I stared at my sister, her soft white coat covering her strong legs, barely seen when covered up by her tan pants, coming down to her knee. "...That's it? You're going to let go that easy?" I asked, finding myself searching my sister's body. I knew it was wrong, but when compared to a pony, when compared to a human, nothing held a candle to her. No matter how much I denied it, no matter how much I pretended to be attracted to other ponies or humans, it was a lie. But it was a lie I preferred to live, instead of forcing myself to deal with this monstrous reality.

Epee popped her eyebrows once, dismissing me. "You've done this so many times. If you were ever serious you'd walk away and never come back." She snapped her head to me. "If you ever had the balls to leave, you would have already!"

"It's not right!" I screamed, jumping upright. "This- what we have, isn't right!"

"What do we have then?" She asked, planting her cheek against her hand and propping herself upright. "Because from what I can tell you're not interested in what I want, you don't care about what I want. You think just because humans think it's wrong, because a few narrow-minded ponies think it's wrong, that it is, actually, wrong." She snapped, making air-quotes around wrong. "I mean honestly, I've know ponies who have had relationships like ours!" Epee stood up, traversing the table and grabbing my hands. "Sabre...we're in Equestria, the sun is raised by magic, we can levitate things, mother could lift a truck with her horn! We could be together...we could find a way, start a family even--"

I gripped her hands hard, pulling her against me. "Look at us.... It's obvious who we are, and going out, living a life together...it'd never work!" I let her hands go and spun about, my fingers finding a new place on my head, nails digging into my scalp while my hooves clopped against the wooden floor. "What would people say?! Where would I find work, who would hire me!?" I spun around again, holding my hands out, pleading with her to understand. "I couldn't support us...I--"

"You're making excuses!" Epee screamed, walking up to me and pressing her hooves against my own. "We could find a way! I've seen humans turned to ponies, ponies turned to humans, we live in a land where anything is possible! We could find a way, we would find a way! But you're too fucking scared to take the leap and accept what we have!"

I stared at her, eye to eye, nose to nose. She smelled of fresh mango, her bright lilac eyes burning with righteous anger. I wanted to hit her, I wanted to throw her to the ground and walk out, but I was frozen, only one action ahead of me. "I'm sorry." I mumbled, grabbing her and pulling her into a tight hug. "I'm so sorry...." I dug my fingers against the back of her navy shirt, "I'm so sorry...."

Epee gently wrapped her arms around my back. "You hurt me so bad...every time you walk away.... Every time you leave me, pretend to be with that pony whore you entertain...." She buried her face into my chest. "I gave myself to you...but you keep turning me away, using me and throwing me away!" She cried, pulling herself tight against me. "Why? You say you love me...you whisper it to me, you hold me, but you always run away!"

I leaned my head down, burying my head in her wonderfully scented pink hair. "I know...I'm so sorry." I slowly worked my hands around her back, trying to find her bra. "Epee...please." It was horrid, and while I did love her, I needed to be with her. I was compelled, I wanted her, she was mine, as sick and twisted as it was, she was meant to be mine.

Epee pushed back, shoving herself free. "No!" She snuck her finger between my belt and stared up at me. "...Tell me you love me." She grabbed my belt tight. "Tell me you love me, and mean it!"

I gently set my hands on her wrists. "Epee.... You know I love you--"

"Why!? Why do you love me!?"

I wrapped my arms around her, cradling her head and back. "Epee.... You've always been here with me. You know what it feels like to be ignored, to be left alone by the ones we trust. But we were always there for each other, we never had mother...we barely had father...but we always had each other, we could always count on each other, when we were sad, when we were angry, we always stood together." I craned my neck down, holding my slightly shorter sister close. "Since we could talk...I've always been with you. I love you Epee...but we can't have a life.... We can have these nights...these days...but I don't think we could ever live together."

Epee's breath went ragged. "Each time you come back...each time I think you're going to leave me, you come back." She shook me by my belt. "I can't keep doing this Sabre! I can't keep doing this!"

"One night." I whispered, turning her head up to face me. "Just another night." I cooed, leaning my head towards hers. "Epee...I can't leave you, you know I can't.... No matter how much I wish I could, I can't stop loving you."

"Then why do you fight it?" She asked, lips quivering in the soft light of our den. "...Please...stay, at least for the night, promise me you'll stay." She yanked me against her by my belt her face mere inches from my own. "Please...stay." I tried to look away, "Sabre!" She pulled me back face to face with her. "Promise me...and I'll be yours."

I stared down at her, my heart snapping as I looked down at the desperate girl. She could have any man, any stallion, any mare or woman, but she picked me. "...I promise." I whispered, lifting her up towards me. "Today...I won't leave." I pulled her to me, locking lips and abandoning the flimsy veil I had conjured up to justify my anger. I wanted this, I needed this, and I would have it.

I cradled her head as she tried to sneak her hands into my pants. She tasted of mint, clean, warm. I pinned her tongue with my own, savoring the warm sloppy feeling as I waggled my tongue along her own, causing her to moan softly and fall against me. The wet supple flesh of her tongue was heavenly, and the feeling of her teeth gently nipping at me and keeping me in place was unique to say the least. Epee's eyes shot open, quickly fluttering back closed as I sucked on her tongue.

Her left hand found my package through my pants, the other sank into the cloth confines and gently caressed my bare rod. She pulled back with a small gasp, "Sabre...it's so thick...just for me...."

I grunted softly as her lithe finger ran over my lip, causing me to shudder. "Epee...I really do love you."

She pulled back, pulling her fingers from my pants and pulling them back up to her lips. "I told you...I'm yours...you're mine...." She sucked at her long index finger, pulling her mouth open and swishing the tip of her tongue against her finger.

I let go of her head, moving down to her waist and up the back of her shirt. Smooth soft coat gave way to super soft skin, the tone muscles of her back tight against my fingertips. I worked to get her bra off while she went to work undoing my belt. I found her bra straps, giving them a quick unhook and tugging the frilly article away. My breath fluttered as I watched her breasts bounce into their natural place, barely noticing the sound my my belt hitting the floor.

I met Epee's eyes once again. "Epee...turn around." As if commanded by Celestia she did, pressing her flank against my turgid cock. I let out a soft groan, tossing her bra away and lifting her shirt off. I kicked my pants away and pushed her towards the wall. I wasted no time in roaming her body, my right hand diving down her pants and cupping my hand around her soft panties, my left grabbing her breast and squeezing, her nipple pinched between my fingers.

Epee's breath was haggard, low, "Sabre...not so rough...." Her hands reached between her legs, one landing on the outline of my hand on the other side of her pants, and the other pulling my cock between her legs. I gave a few weak thrusts, burying my face in her crown and letting her hands squeeze and massage my rod. "Does it feel good?" She asked, her voice melting into my ears, dripping with need.

I answered by dragging my fingers across her panties, tracing her pony pussy and enjoying the growing dampness. The feeling of my rod pressed firm between her legs was wonderful, but tempered by the feeling of her pants scraping my tender flesh. The ache simply grew, my body growing more and more pent up as I strived for that release.

"Sabre, wait, wait." She bumped me with her flank, "Give me a second." She pushed my cock from between her legs, trying to collect herself as I toyed with her nipples and squeezed her soft tender body, the feeling soothing, the way each tweak sent her breath wild was wonderful. But between all this she still found the focus to take off her pants and toss them aside. "...Ponies don't wear pants...is that why you pretend to love them?"

I inserted myself back between her legs, pressing the top of my cock against her wet panties and losing my composure as she squeezed her soft coated legs around me. "Epee...I love you." I whispered, thrusting in and out from between her thighs, her hands forming a small ring around my cock head and giving me something to fuck. My hands were having trouble, both moving down past her skin and against the soft hair that made up her coat.

"Sabre...shouldn't you be somewhere else...." Epee mumbled, caressing my cock as I slid it in and out of her fluid soaked hands, slimy and smooth, warm and tender. "What...you've given up?"

I answered with a bite, my teeth sinking into her neck and causing her to let out a long moan, her hands shooting to my own and leaving my cock to fuck her thighs. I worked away, tracing her hot sex, my index finger circling her clit and causing her voice to go shallow. "Fuck- fuck- Sabre slow down...please, slow down."

I kept on, humming softly into her neck. She twisted her head, spilling her soft pink hair over my face. I snorted and hissed as I poked my fingers against her panties, still circling her winking nub with the damp cotton. "Epee...panties off...." I whispered, sliding my fingers into her panties and planting them against her hips, the strong muscles of her flank wiggling softly left and right as she pulled her panties down.

She ducked down, leaning her back against the wall and grabbing my cock between her warm fingers. "Sabre...don't tell me what to do." She hissed, pumping my, her fingers pulsing around my medial ring and forcing me to twitch and grunt. "Do you like it? Being toyed with, being used, does it make you excited?" She growled, pumping my cock with one hand, one slimy hand sliding up and down my cock. A bout of hot breath lashed against my cock tip, causing me to thrust forward and poke my head into her mouth.

"Epee...please, I need this." I grumbled, leaning my forehead against the wall and trying to thrust into her mouth, held back by her hands. The sound of my hooves became incessant as I tried to step forward and fill her mouth. "Epee please-- ah-aahhh." I cooed, feeling a warm squishy muscle assail my cock, tickling my cock and causing jolts of pleasure to shoot up my rod and into my loins. A lewd slurp filled the air as a warm steady suction pulled at my rigid member, pulling me, slathering me in warm wet saliva, sending a low tickle through my delicate instrument.

Epee pushed back, letting my slip out of her sloppy mouth. She slapped my rod against her face, smiling up at me. "This what you wanted? Your little sister...suckling at your, long, thick, cock? You say you want to leave, you say you want to run, but here we are again, your hot meat laying across my face, waiting to give me a warm treat...a sweet little shot, straight down little Epee's throat."

I grabbed the back of her head, my knuckles pressing against the wall. "Epee, just shut up!" I snapped, throwing myself forward and burying my cock in warm wet bliss. "Just--shut--up!" I screamed over the lewd squelching and gagging of Epee. "I hate myself already, just let me have this!" I snapped, feeling the warm tickle turn to an overpowering pleasure. I could feel Epee's hands grabbing hard against my legs, one shooting to my balls and squeezing them as I prepared to shoot my load into her mouth.

Her throat contracted around me, squeezing slimy flesh around me and sending me over the edge. I pulled back, leaving my head between her lips as I softly thrust, groaning loudly and nearly losing my balance. The smell of sweat and mango filled the air as a low hum emanated from Epee, sending vibrations through my cumming cock and sending me into a foggy bliss. My hooves clattered against the floor as I tried to balance, eventually resting against the wall and letting Epee tend to my rod.

And in a final act of defiance she pushed me back before I started shooting. She held her mouth open wide, neatly begging for it. "Go on brother...go on, shoot it across my tongue, I'll swallow like a good little sister should."

I didn't have much choice, and after a small flick of Edee's finger, her nail digging into my cock, I shot my piece. My heart stopped as I felt the first shot pop out of my cock and stripe thick white cream across her tongue. The sight of my cum across Epee's tongue was disgusting, perverse, but it was wonderful all the same. This creature, the mare sucking on my rod, waiting for me to shoot spunk into her mouth, it was mine, it was all mine body and soul. But as I unloaded into her mouth, shooting sticky cum into her mouth and across her chin, I realized, this was my sister.

I felt all the guilt I had come to rid myself of drain into my gut. "...Oh Celestia...I'm so sorry."

Epee wiped off her mouth, "Sabre?"

"No...." I hissed, turning towards the door out. "I can't...again...." I felt my eyes start to burn as I walked towards the door. "I'm so sorry.... For everything."

Epee's grabbed my arm. "Sabre, you said you'd stay!" She screamed, pulling me around. "Sabre...I'm not your whore! If you leave now, don't ever come back!"

I felt my gut twist into a knot. "...Epee...I should never have come here." I mumbled, hugging her tight. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry baby sister...."

I let her go, ignoring her angry screams. "Sabre you promised! Sabre! Sabre stop!" She ran up to me as I pulled my pants on and put my hand on the door. "Sabre...please, don't go."

I couldn't face her, not after what I just did, not after what I would undoubtedly do again. "I'm sorry Epee...I'm so sorry." I pressed out into the cold Canterlot night. Ponies walking towards home as I held Epee's nude body inside. "...I just can't--"

Epee's eyes had gone from a clean white to a bright bloodshot red. She held my hand as she fell to her knees, "Sabre...please?"

I pulled my hand free. "Epee...I've got a life--"

"We could have a life!" She screamed, grabbing at my fingers. "Please!"

I walked off towards Canterlot Castle, I had to clear my mind, I had to talk with one person. It had been eight years now, eight years of lies and pain, and I could either let my mother be right about my spinelessness, or I could bear my soul and face the judgement of the princess. Night or day, I was going to submit to judgment, and clear my mind with a royal pardon.

If just one of them told me it couldn't be, if they assured me it couldn't be, I could finally walk away. But if I was free to act as I wished, if the mare I'd just left could be with me, I would undoubtedly face the most horrific year of my life.

And so I walked towards Canterlot Castle, mournful, spent. Soon enough I would be face to face with the mare that would decide my life. Princess Luna. And while not my normal choice, I needed help now, immediately, and the mare of the night would have to do.