Author's Note

[Suitable for Woona] [F/f] [Implied Incest]
Characters: [Maud Pie] [filly Pinkie Pie]
By Flutterpony

Lie by Flutterpony

“Pinkie Pie,” Maud addressed her filly sister with what would have been nothing more than monotone to anypony outside of their family; to Pinkie, Maud’s call was a clear sign that she suspected something. It wasn’t so much the way the young gray teenager spoke as the way Pinkie’s knee felt distinctly pinchy all of a sudden that tipped the pink filly off. Living with a family full of usually less-than-expressive ponies meant relying on something other than their expressions to understand what they were feeling. Fortunately for Pinkie Pie, just last week she’d earned a cutie mark specializing in making ponies smile. The added magic of her mark seemed to amplify the little earth filly’s senses to that end.

The little filly looked alarmed from her latest drawing of her brand new cutie mark up at her older sister. Her pupils contracted, and she gasped. “What-is-it?!-I-didn’t-do-it!-You-can’t-prove-anything!” Pinkie Pie squeaked .

Maud walked calmly toward the pink pony to stand next to her. It was the most terrifying walk the maudlin pink filly thought she’d ever seen. Maud stretched out her front hoof with no real visible sign of emotion to lightly touch her youngest sister’s face, and Pinkie Pie quailed and considered running away forever.

Drawing her hoof back and displaying it to the young filly, Maud stood silent, and Pinkie saw the evidence she’d dreaded from the moment their conversation had begun, like... a whole eighteen seconds ago. There, upon the stony-colored hoof of her stony-faced sister... corn cake crumbs carefully collected from the corner of the criminal’s cute kisser. “Pleah-heeh-heease, don’t teh-heh-hehll!” little Pinkie wailed.

Maud blinked and considered her tiny sister’s plea. “Follow me.”

She had no choice. It was life on the lam or do whatever her sister said.

THREE MINUTES AND FOURTEEN SECONDS LATER

Maud sparked the north shed’s lamp to life and closed and locked the door.

Pinkie stood, smiling, her worries forgotten and her spirits as high as though she’d never been caught sneaking corn cakes. Everything seemed to be looking up for no particular reason other than the fact that she knew by the jumpy feeling in her rump that her big sister really loved her. Pinkie Pie knew she wasn’t going to be in any trouble, not with such a loving sister. Tonight’s dessert, she decided, was practically already hers.

Maud turned about to face her little sister, and an odd, bubbly feeling in her tummy and a fuzzy feeling in her head wiped the curly-maned filly's smile away. “What’s wrong, Maudie?” Pinkie Pie frowned at her blank-faced big sister, deeply concerned. “I’m sorry I told a fib earlier,” the remorse was plain in Pinkie’s voice.

“I won’t tell.” Maud leaned in steadily to kiss the little Pie gently but firmly on the lips, and then steadily drew back. An expression Pinkie had never seen before flashed briefly across Maud Pie’s face—worry and need so intense they broke through the stony facade for just a moment, and Pinkie Pie needed no special sense to understand. “Please...” Maud spoke evenly, but Pinkie knew the raw emotion behind the syllable, “don’t tell.”