A Night Sweeter Than Sugar
Have you ever had somepony that you loved more than anything? Somepony you would give up anything for? Somepony you want to just hold and keep all to yourself? Most ponies have somebody like that, somepony they couldn't stand to be apart from and, honestly, I can't deny having my own sights set upon that one pony I hold so very dear. There are some... complications. However, they were as far from my mind this night as they had been in simply forever.
"Rarity, can I have some more chocolate?"
I sighed, rolling my eyes, and set the small box of sweets I had just finished rewrapping back up in the cupboard where they belonged. "Sweetie Belle, darling, you just almost half the box that Twilight gave you for your birthday. Don't you want to save some for later?" I had to fight the small smile that tried to creep across my lips as I turned my head just enough to catch her out of the corner of my eyes. The little pout on her face was, to say the least, much too cute and, while I hated denying my lovely little sister anything, I knew she knew better. The slow fade of her quivering lip as she realized that little trick wouldn't work on me also helped assure my thundering heart.
She sighed, much louder and longer than was necessary, and hung her head, nodding my way. "Okay.... Maybe I could share some with my friends tomorrow?"
Her eyes quivered, looking hopeful, and I relented. "I don't see why not, but that's a matter for later. It's time for bed now, so go brush your teeth and get ready. I'll come tuck you in when I'm done." I gave her my warmest smile as she nodded a little too enthusiastically, obviously still running off the bits of energy left from the party earlier, and watched as she bolted off up the stairs.
It was such a wonderful view, the way she awkwardly bounced up the slightly too tall steps, her candy-colored tail swaying just enough to tease at the warm pink underneath, and one I found myself taking advantage of whenever I could. My breath caught in my throat and I had to bite my lip to stem the rush of heat to my cheeks. Oh, how I found myself wishing I could sweep her off her hooves and carry her to her bed as I had always dreamed for myself. Unfortunately, I knew that romance was not something to be rushed, especially in a situation as delicate as this. Not to mention how frightfully unladylike such an action was, no matter how romantic it seemed.
I tittered softly, shaking the thought from my mind, and returned to the small pile of dishes left in the sink; they wouldn't clean themselves, after all. I hummed as the scent of fresh apples wafted off the sponge, flashes of the recently disbanded party replaying in my mind. It had been such a wonderful time, I'd have to thank Pinkie again for her help in setting it up, and Sweetie had had more presents than she knew what to do with.
At that, I remembered how excited she was when I gave her my gift. It was such a small thing, a little pink corsage made of the best silk I could find attached to a beautifully wrought gold hairpin. Such a tiny object, one I would have replaced with something better in a heartbeat had I the time, but the way her eyes lit up when she opened the box made up for it. A gift made in less than a day meant more to her than anything else she had received... and I couldn't have felt more terrible about it. Five years I've known this filly. Five wonderful, albeit occasionally angering, years and I almost let my job take her place on the most important day of this one?
A frown crept across my face. How could I embody the very spirit of generosity if I couldn’t even make the time to properly show Sweetie how much she means to me? I held back a sigh and shook my head, ignoring the stray lock of my mane that had escaped the rest. “Tut tut, Rarity. You never learn, do you? The dishes can come later, you have a sister to apologize to.”
Setting the plate I had been holding back into the sink, ignoring the complete lack of any new dishes set out to dry since I had sent Sweetie away, I carefully replaced the stray hair back into its proper place and followed in the filly’s hoofsteps, taking extra care not to trip over any of the streamers still tossed wildly about. More remnants of the earlier party that would have to be disposed of, but nothing that couldn’t be postponed. I just had to... pretend they weren’t there. Simple enough, right?
My eye twitched, but the thought was filed away. An expected casualty when Pinkie Pie was involved and one that was relatively low on the priority list. Sure, I’d likely lose a smidgen of my beauty rest over it, but anything for my dear, sweet sister.
I couldn’t help the smile that grew as I closed in on the bathroom, catching Sweetie in the middle of her highly regimented nightly routine. She was humming the melody to something, likely some new song she’d just thought up, and I nearly, nearly, swooned. How she didn’t know how lovely her voice was, or how wonderfully talented she was when it came to singing was beyond me. Fillies will be fillies, as they say.
Nevertheless, this wasn’t the time for swooning.
Peeking into the bathroom, I caught a glimpse of her cute little rump swishing back and forth to her own little band, her eyes closed as she propped up on the sink with her toothbrush swishing gently against her teeth. I almost felt bad for interrupting her little moment, but it would have been terribly uncouth if I were to pounce on my little sister without warning. “Sweetie Belle? Are you almost finished?” As I spoke, her whole body tensed, showing her start as clearly as the moon in a cloudless sky, giving me another slightly obscured view of her pale cleft. Almost felt bad.
She spit the mouthful of paste into the sink and spun around, her face red with obvious embarrassment. “Rarity!” Her voice squeaked in that foalish way I adored, forcing me to stifle a chuckle lest she think I was laughing at her expense. “You scared me! I coulda choked!”
Wearing my most perfected frown, I feigned my worry. “Terribly sorry, darling. You know I try not to, but I simply had to check on you....” I let the sentence hang as I wracked my brain for an explanation, although, had I thought on it, I didn’t really need one. However, it was too late to back out. She had her head tilted, giving that wide-eyed, inquisitive look I’ve come to dread as she expected more. “After all, how could I ever forgive myself... if I let you go to bed on your birthday without telling you about.... Your last present!”
Horseapples.
I knew, from the moment those words started to leave my mouth, that it was much too late for a cover up. I'd wanted to tell her about my mistake, I truly did, but as soon as I mentioned her birthday, her eyes lit up like a Canterlotian Hearthswarming display, and had no other choice. What was I supposed to do? Crush her excitement as quickly as I had raised it? I’d rather swim through Froggy Bottom Bog.
"Another present!? Really? What is it? Can I open it now? Why didn't you give it to me earlier?"
The barrage of questions, while usually endearing, did nothing for the weight growing and crushing my heart. I didn't have another gift, at least not yet prepared, so why did I lie? Because I hadn't phrased what I said quite how I'd meant, or was it something more selfish? I... just had to tell her the truth, let her down easily and apologize. It would be simple, right? "Of course, Sweetie! I just didn't have it ready for you yet and I just couldn't bring myself to make your friends jealous."
No! Stop it, Rarity! You don't have anything to give her!
Well.... There is one thing, but....
"Please, please, please! Can I have my present?"
I smiled as sweetly as I could, almost unwittingly batting my eyelashes at the filly. It couldn't be helped. Mother and father, if they ever found out what I had planned for their younger daughter, would likely be furious, but who were they to judge? Magnum, darling though he was, was almost eight years my mother's senior. Sure, they weren't siblings, but, if their stories were to be believed, there was more than a little scandal when the young detective had courted his client's filly. They, and anypony else, would have to live with the choice we've made....
I've made, rather. A bit of doubt gnawed at the back of my mind. I knew that the glowing little girl practically bouncing at my hooves considered me her world, she'd done little to show otherwise, after all, but would she accept me as a mare and not just her perfect older sister? I have no doubt that she'd go along with anything I asked, but that isn't what I wanted. I wanted her... everything. If I couldn't have her in heart, body, and soul, then it wouldn't matter what we did. The thought made me taste ashes.
"Rarity?"
I snapped back into focus, carefully noting the slow loss of energy as concern spread across her face. I suppose I'd been silent a bit too long, letting my smile slip, so I quickly replaced it. "I'm sorry, Sweetie Belle. I was lost in thought, but don't you worry. Just hop into bed and I'll go get ready. Your present! I'll get your present ready."
If she noticed the slip, she certainly didn't let on as she grinned her spectacular grin. "OkayRaritybutdon'ttakelongcauseI'msuperexcited!"
Of course she was, what filly wouldn't be? But her excitement did not particularly mean I'd like the outcome, and that's what this was about, wasn't it? I wanted something from her on her birthday. Sure, I'd be giving her myself, but I wanted something in return. I yearned for her to reciprocate. It was such a selfish desire, but could you truly blame a mare for wanting love from the one thing you were certain wouldn't simply spurn your advances and show herself to be a miserable wretch of a stallion?
A soft sigh passed my lips as I realized I'd been standing in the bathroom doorway, once more doing nothing but arguing at myself while I left my sister eagerly awaiting my presence for the second time that night. "Rarity, you're being foalish. Just walk in smiling like you always do and tell her what you need to." I nodded, tossing my mane into place, and trotted to my room.
I still had niggling bits of apprehension, it was hard to squash every doubt that you've harbored for years, but there wasn't any way out unless I decided to crush that beaming grin. As I passed into my bedroom, I took a moment to pause in front of the mirror and float out the little tube of ruby-red lipstick I kept for those rare occasions that a date would come up. I almost laughed at the thought of using it, I doubt Sweetie would have cared if I was dolled up like a proper mare ready to impress her mate, and yet I still applied a glossy sheen to my lips. She would not care, but... I wanted everything to be perfect.
I stared at the poorly kept stick while gently floating the cap back over only to have a snort escape my lips as I recalled the last time I had seen this tube. It was a little over two years ago, not long before Sweetie's third birthday, and she had decided she'd practice applying her own makeup with her erratic magic. I had been so furious when I saw how she had ravaged the most expensive item I had in my beauty stand, only to lose myself in laughter at the sight before me. I only wish I had had the insight to snap a picture....
A small amount of blush and a reapplication of my signature eyeshadow later and I was standing outside the view of my little sister's open door, debating on my next move. How should I approach this? What would I say to her? I couldn't just outright throw myself onto her like any other pony might. Taking a leap from sister to lover wasn't something you wanted to just dive into.
Apparently, however, I must have been dancing on the spot a bit too much. "Rarity? Is that you?"
Horseapples.... I suppose it's now or never. "Yes, Sweetie Belle. I was just making sure your... present... was ready." I steeled myself, hoping the worry nagging my thoughts wasn't showing in my features, and stepped fully into view. To say I wasn't hoping for some kind of reaction, one, say, of surprised attraction, would have been a lie, but her excitement would certainly have to do, even if it wasn't prepared especially for myself. I could see the glee begin to wane, though, as she noticed I wasn't carrying anything with me, so I held up my hoof from the spot I had taken at the side of her bed.
In the moment of silence, I took some time to examine her, laying on her back as she was underneath her downy pink comforter. Her normally poofy mane had frazzled somewhat, mussed by her pillow as she lay against it. She looked so incredibly plush, like a living, breathing doll, and my heart melted as it had the first time I'd laid eyes upon her, albeit from an entirely different form of love now.
Unsurprisingly, my courage wavered. She seemed so innocent, and I nearly couldn't bring myself to say the words I'd been dreaming of since after the Gala. Luckily, or unluckily depending on how one viewed it, my dear sister spoke up first. "Rarity? Are you okay? You look sad. Did you lose the present? If you did, I won't mind! I still love you!"
At that, I laughed. Who wouldn't? "Oh, Sweetie, no. Nothing like that. I was just... thinking again. You don't have to ever worry about me losing your last present, but...." I hesitated. Could I really say what I wanted? Could I make it work? Would she want it to work? Hardly the thoughts a lady would want to have before spilling her heart to to the one she loved, but could you fault a mare her worries? Still, I had to make the move, or else regret it forever. It was only a matter of time before somepony else snatched her away. "Before I give it to you, I have a question that I want you to answer honestly."
She bit her lip, immediately looking around like she was suspect of some unknown misdeed, and her insecurity shown through in the quaver of her voice. "Umm. Did I do anything bad? I swear I've been good!"
"Oh no, darling. The question is more for me, than for anything." I sucked in a deep breath, swallowing the lump in my throat as worry settled like lead in my stomach. "Do you love me?" Her eyes widened and she reared back, obviously not expecting that question, and she readied to answer, but I held up a hoof. I already knew what she was going to say and I knew how she meant her answer. I wanted a different response. "I know you love me as your sister, sweetie, but do you love me, because I love you.
"You are my darling little sister, and although I don't exactly show it properly or tell you enough, and I care for you more than anything, but I also love you." I smiled, my voice quavering as I sucked in air to finish the thought. "Forgive a mare for her follies, but I love you very much. More than a pony comes to love her friends, or family. I have loved you from the moment I first laid eyes upon you as you cried in our mother’s grasp and that’s grown more than you could possibly imagine.”
I continued on longer and longer, gaining momentum as I went and confessed much more than I had anticipated, all while gauging her reaction at each moment. If one, simple word could describe my sister’s reaction throughout my entire spiel it would have to be confusion, and I doubt I could truly blame her. Had I been in her horseshoes with my older sister, had I one, pouring her heart out about some passionate love she held for me.... It certainly wouldn’t be what I was expecting on my birthday, and definitely not as a present, for sure. Still, there was something in her eyes, a hint of understanding, that sparked a glimmer of hope in my heart, and I planned to hold onto that spark as if it were the only lifeline in a raging storm.
“I....” She looked at her hooves, clutching the edge of her blanket, as her voice cracked.
A knowing smile crept across my lips as I silently berated myself for dropping all of this on her at once and expecting an immediate answer. I had spent all that time dolling myself up as if I was going to be facing somepony more romantically minded, not a filly barely past her first heat, and I uttered a most unladylike curse under my breath. “I’m sorry, Sweetie Belle. I didn’t quite mean to drop all of this on you at once. I hadn’t quite thought this all of the way through, you see and I.... I’ll give you some time to think about it.”
I leaned over to kiss her goodnight as usual, and a thought struck me. I angled my kiss a little lower, aiming not for the patch of white below her horn, but the slightly quivering lips waiting to be taken not far below. As we met, I pressed into her slightly, relishing the adorable little squeak of surprise, the way she tensed and, after a few seconds, how she seemed to relax. As I moved away, I ran my tongue along her bottom lip, and giggled as a shiver ran through my delightful little sister’s body. She was breathing heavily, I’m sure as much from lack of air as I hoped from a new heat in her chest, one I was certainly suffering from myself, and my lipstick had been pressed to her own lips slightly off kilter.
It took all that I had not to pounce back on top of her and shower her with my barely restrained passion. “Something else to... think about, darling. Do try to get some rest and I’ll speak with you in the morning.”
I turned towards the door, not bothering to attempt to hide the pulsing heat in my nethers, I doubt I could have gotten my tail to cooperate enough to lower and cover myself, and was rewarded a soft gasp from behind for my efforts, or lack thereof. As I reached the hallway, I gave Sweetie Belle one last glance and flashed her the most reassuring smile I could before flicking off the lights with a flash of magic. “Sweet dreams, Sweetie.”
I wanted to kick myself for kissing her and almost screamed when I reached my room, but carefully withheld my frustration. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, what better way to convey your feelings than through intimacy, after all, but she was still quite young and already seemed wholly unsure about the little ordeal. I sighed, eyeing myself in the vanity mirror atop my miniature makeup boutique. My eyes were red and puffy and... were those tears? That’s strange. That couldn’t be me in the mirror. I wasn’t....
I reached up and touched my cheek, wincing as I felt the moisture meet my hooves, and sucked in a breath as the first sob wracked my body. I was crying, wasn’t I? Of course. I.... I had just ruined my relationship with my dear, loving, only sister. I wasn’t supposed to be her lover, her mate, anything but her family, and I had thrown away that relationship for what? A moment of selfishness? Desire? Weakness? I choked on my breath, shuddering through the sobs that shook me, and turned to my bed. Extravagant as it was, it seemed so pointless now. It was big, palatial even, but empty.
I crouched to hop into the unwelcoming embrace of solitude, my flush of arousal long since forgotten, only to pause as the softest passage of air sounded from behind me. I didn’t have to look back to see what it was, I’d recognize that concerned, squeaky sound anywhere, nor did I want my sister to see me fighting back my tears, so I straightened my back and spoke with the largest smile I could muster in my disheveled state. “Yes, Sweetie? Is everything alright?”
There was a moment of silence I imagined consisting of her staring down at her tiny little hooves before finally looking back up to me. "I.... I can't fall asleep. Can I lay down with you?"
A grin stretched my lips as I carefully pushed down my tears and turned to face the near spitting image of myself as a foal. She certainly hadn't let the event slip away as was evident by the worried frown etched across her plush face, and I almost let myself be caught back up in my own silly turmoil before crushing it down. She needed her big, strong sister, not the petty mare prone to fits of overreaction. "Of course, Sweetie Belle. I'm sorry to have troubled you so much. Come on, I'll tuck you back in."
Sweetie took a running jump towards my and, had I not given her tush a little push with my magic, probably would have slipped off the side, but eventually settled down right in the middle of the bed, keeping her eyes focused intently on the extravagant bedding. I beamed down at her, my heart swelling with joy, before climbing in after her, forgoing my usual routine in lieu of simply pulling the sheets over our torsos.
She snuggled in close and I wrapped her in my forelegs, holding back my initial sigh as relief washed over me. So she didn't hate me or really fear me, but my actions had definitely bothered her. It hurt, but it wasn't anything we couldn't work through.
For a while, nothing was said. It was just the two of us, relishing in our combined warmth as we slowly breathed, slowly easing towards that wonderful land of dreams Luna maintained so well. I would have been more than content to just lay there, basking in my beloved Sweetie Belle's presence as I imagined her lips still stained red with my makeup, but that wasn't what I really wanted, nor, it seemed, was it what she would have liked either.
"W-why?"
Her voice was still shaky, albeit a little less so than before. "Why what, darling? Why did I kiss you? Why did I tell you how I felt?"
She shook her head and turned to face me, squirming so she wouldn't be turned uncomfortably in my grasp. "Why me? D-don't you love Mommy and Daddy? Your friends? Why do you only love me?"
I pulled back, more than a little surprised at this turn. Was she worried that I didn't love anypony else? That I didn't love them as much as her? "I.... I'm not sure I understand the question, sweetie. Of course I love our parents; they're our family, after all. And my friends, too, but it's that's simply all. They're my friends and family, and I love them dearly, but that's all they'll ever be."
She tilted her head, and I could see her working her brain to figure out what I meant before nodding slowly. "So... you love me like a special somepony?" I nodded and smiled, kissing her gently on her forehead to leave as little a trace of lipstick as I could. "Why?"
"Why?" I paused, trying to think of more I could say that I hadn't already, but nothing came to mind. How does one explain to a filly how love works? "Well, there isn't just one explanation, Sweetie. I love you for everything you do. The way you smile when you see me, how you mess up when you do stuff, how you look past my glaring faults like they're just who I am. You're such a wonderful, caring pony and.... I just want you to be mine. I want to see more of you, a side that you can't show to anypony else. Love isn't really something you can just explain away."
Sweetie Belle's eyes, her transfixing emerald irises, gazed into mine in the dim light of my bedside lamp and I saw a glimmer of tears at their corners, but more than that, I saw desire. Not the desire of a mare yearning to be rutted like some other pony in this room, but the desire for more. More love, more affection. My heart leaped into my throat, thudding faster than was likely safe, but I didn't care. My only thought was wondering if she'd say yes, if she'd give me a chance, before I was taken off guard by a quick peck on my lips.
The filly, no, little mare looked sheepishly up at me, a bright red blush on her cheeks. "I-I liked the kiss. Could... you do it again?"
The beaming smile I gave her could have lit the room had I not hidden it in her tiny little mouth, pulling her up level with my face to get a better vantage. She squeaked again, but went limp as I pressed further and gently, pleadingly, coaxed her mouth open with my own. She gasped as my tongue pressed past her lips, eyes opening wide, before melting into the embrace and relaxing as I explored her. She didn't reciprocate much, merely idly squirming her own tongue around mine, but I didn't expect any more than that. There's only so much a pony her age could know, after all, and it was my job to teach her.
Those few, short seconds were complete bliss as I stroked Sweetie's back, but I knew she hadn't been fully prepared for such intimacy and pulled away so she could suck in something other than our shared saliva. I'm sure my most unladylike grin would have been a sight to behold, and one I'd loathe to see on myself in the mirror, but I couldn't restrain it. Here I was, holding the most beautiful pony in the world, Celestia and Luna be damned, connected by the thinnest glistening string left over from our kiss, and I couldn’t be happier. There was a brief moment of regret, a thought that, perhaps, she only wanted this because it felt good or because it would make me happy, and I admit that I entertained the idea longer than a second as our eyes maintained contact, but I could see otherwise.
It wasn’t just a blazing lust taking hold in her gaze, or the look of a pony plaguing herself with guilt as she gave in to another’s unwanted demands, but one I’d seen in other couples. She was searching into me, looking for my own love for her, and I displayed it openly. She’d had my love since birth and would have her hold on it until I passed to the Elysian Fields.
I leaned back towards her, nuzzling her nose before tilting my head and stealing another kiss. It was shorter, but no less passionate, and I was gladly surprised when she tentatively twirled her tongue with mine before we parted again. “Sweetie, darling, I love you so much.... You have no idea how happy you’ve made this foolish mare.”
She didn’t answer immediately, and the flash of doubt welled in my breast once more as she just stared at me,but it was short live as she planted a quick, shy kiss on my lips. “I-I love you too, Rarity.”
She quivered in my hooves, squirming and writhing as if she was eager to escape, and for a moment I frowned. Is she really that nervous? Perhaps we are moving a bit too quickly. I can only imagine how strange all of this- My thoughts stopped dead in their tracks as my nostrils flared, filling them with a sweet, pungent odor, and I quickly pressed my hoof in between my legs only to hear it squish against my burning flesh. I recognized the smell, but, while I was certainly more than ready for the next step, I realized that the scent wasn’t quite my own. Six years of smelling your own heat very quickly desensitized yourself to your brand, but this one was new... ish. I had smelled it before, but that was months... ago.
I stared down at Sweetie, grimacing as she ground her thighs together, struggling to control herself despite the growing need I could literally taste on the air. Her eyes were frantic, just as they had been the summer before when her natural cycle had kicked in, and I could tell she was doing everything in her power to keep herself from hoofing herself right there like I had taught her on that first day. But this wasn’t a cycle she had to worry about, there were no other ponies around to take advantage of her needy state, and I was here to help her when she needed me the most.
“Ra-Rarity! M-my belly’s hot!” She clamped her eyes shut and pressed her face into my coat, smearing some of my transferred lipstick onto my barrel. Perhaps another time, with another pony, I would have been furious, but I could not fault her for seeking comfort from the one pony she knew she could trust.
I wiped myself off on my sheets and pulled her right up to my chest so I could stroke her mane, gently ‘shhh’ing into it as I peppered her with kisses. It seemed to help, as she slowly relaxed in my embrace, so I took that moment to plant one final kiss on the tip of her horn. She eeped and I smiled. “Darling, it quite alright. What you’re feeling is just as natural as your first heat was. Your body is merely reacting to all of this new stimulation.
“Do you remember how I told you that a lady does not... ahem... hoof herself in broad daylight?” She nodded, but did not stop her hoof from slinking its way down her tiny frame. “Well, this situation is quite a bit different, as you may have noticed. It is quite all right if you wish to, ah, relieve yourself, but I do have a slightly better idea if you’d like.”
She squealed in embarrassment as I placed my hoof on hers, catching it just before she reached the winking honeypot between between her haunches, and quickly pulled the limb up to hide her crimson face. “I’m sorry, Rarity! I just.... I want to feel better."
"Darling, you have nothing to worry about." I beamed down at her and gently rolled her over so her back fit snugly against my barrel. "You just lay still and let your big sister take care of everything, hmm?"
I could feel her hesitation, the uncertainty in her tensed back, as I wrapped my hooves back around her and gingerly lowered them between her thighs. I brushed against her perky little teats, giggling as she tried to stifle a gasp, and left one hoof there to gently tease her stiffening peaks as my right slipped further. She yelped when well-manicured hoof met pliable, moistening flesh, and tensed further as I pressed in. Her swollen bud flashed against my fetlock, flicking her personal lubricant on my fur, and I had to force myself not to draw the limb back to my lips to taste her.
Sweetie squirmed even more in my grasp as I ground my leg into her mound, tugging at her clitoris with each forward draw and dipping into her passage as I pushed inwards, but it was different now. Her breaths were coming faster and shallower, her eyes closed and all four legs tightly squeezed my forelegs. I could hear my name being called, faintly, on husky breath, and it fueled my own desire. My own haunches burned like a blazing inferno, and I had to wrap my lips around her cute, foalishly stubby horn to stifle the urge to dig into her untarnished flower.
But I knew it wouldn't last. This night was not about me, but her and what we could have together, but she was willing, pliable putty in my hooves. I did not need her to take care of me, there would be plenty of opportunities for her to learn and reciprocate and my own toys were more than enough, but I wanted to experience everything I had to give and to... ahem... drink in her first orgasm with another.
I murmured something into her ear, hoping my breathy words would be understood, and then pulled my sopping hoof from her and grasped her pristine flanks. My horn lit, illuminating Sweetie's body in my tell-tale aura and spun her with a pop as she slipped from my mouth. I stared at the plush backside in my hooves, shivering as my sister's hot, heavy breath tickled my breasts, and licked my lips. The pale pink flesh, nearly hairless in contrast with her pure white coat, winked at me, flashing a glistening red orb into perfect view.
I blew on the supple, sensitive flesh, earning a cry between a whimper and moan from the filly panting against my stomach. "R-Rarity.... More... please...."
There was the sudden desire to tease her springing up in my mind, and I almost entertained the idea, but it really wouldn't have been fair. A lady does not leave her partner wanting so close to climax... unwarranted, at least, so I pressed my lips to the slicker pair and kissed. Over and over, my ruby painted mouth met with heated slit, followed by a heavy swipe of flat muscle. Each time, her folds parted and I sighed as her tangy, sour fluids alighted on my tongue, making my mouth tingle and salivate more.
As I worked, her intermittent flashing grew more fevered, veritably spraying my neck non-stop with filly juices, until I decided to make it mine as well. I waited through the longest second of my life until that soaked pink pearl peeked out from its cover, then latched my mouth around it. I sucked with all that I could for a few mere moments, flicking my tongue across the bead with wild fervor, and then that was it.
Sweetie Belle screamed, her husky, filly voice piercing relative silence of the night. I pulled back from her with a noisy slurp, her lipstick-coated clit popping out of my mouth only to flash at me for more, and pressed myself close to her entrance, maw wide and tongue ready. She shuddered once, twice, then squealed again and sprayed my face with her gushing come. I flinched, only catching some of the milky fluid in my eager mouth, but pushed further, nearly shoving my muzzle deep inside her, and moaned as she squirted more of her sweet nectar for me to delight in.
She soon recovered from the clouds-high plane of bliss, her tail and lips still twitching in lingering ecstasy, but I didn't move her quite yet. I wanted to turn her back around, reclaim her adorable, pouting mouth once more, but I eyed yet one more plot of land that had yet to be marked. She would be mine, through and through, and, given time, she would claim my body for her own, but for now.....
I leaned forward, withheld a grimace as flashes of her earlier, thorough shower passed through my mind, and planted one, last kiss to her nethers. In the seconds my lips remained connected, I painted her clenched rose red with my passion and slipped a bit of myself past the ring when it eventually relaxed under my ministrations. Normally, I would have been far beyond disgusted to even think of such an act, but there was something primal in me that needed, no, demanded that I take her completely, and so, as I pulled away leaving a clear trail of saliva between my tongue and her tailhole, I felt nothing but pride.
She was mine. My sister. My lover. My mate. My everything. And, as I spun her back around to face me, her shaky, sloppy kiss rocked my body and ensured that I would be the happiest mare in the world.
And I would do everything I could to deliver that very same promise.
Author's Note
Greetings and Hellos and all that jazz. It is I, Minrie (of the miniature variety), and I have brought you a work that pretty much came out of nowhere. No real inspiration behind it, but it's something I certainly haven't seen enough of. Well, enough that are not utter trash, that is.
So here it is, a wonderful piece of wincest that is sure to make you smile. It didn't? Well, fuck you. I'm smiling.
Also, for those of you that were wondering, the coverart is by lizombie.
