There was no way that the clock could possibly move any slower today. You sat at your desk in the Ponyville school house, staring at the clock intently.Cheerilee was busy giving a lecture on how the weather works, or something. You weren't really giving it much attention, but you couldn't possibly be the only one that this was the most boring thing ever.
Quickly glancing to your two closest friends, you eye what they might be doing to wrap up the last few minutes of school. Applebloom seems to be writing down more ideas to try and get our cutie marks. With a glance to your right, Scootaloo is snoring and drooling on her desk. Typical Scoots.
In just a few more seconds you will be able to run back home to help Rarity for the weekend. She said she had an idea to help you get your cutie mark and you simply couldn't refuse. When you drilled her for more information and asked if your friends could come, she said it would be a sisterly bonding moment. Something that just the two of you could do.
Being able to spend time with your sister was a rare occurrence lately. So you turned down hanging out with Scootaloo and Applebloom, Twilight Time, and a few other big events this weekend just to be with your sister and the clock was just about to hit three. You leaned over you desk in anticipation and watched the seconds tick by.
Five. Four. Three. Two.
"Now have all three of those on my desk at the beginning of Monday," Cheerilee said happily.
Wait, what? Shoot.
The school bell rings, and everyone begins to file out of the classroom. Maybe you will be able to get your assignment from Scoots and Applebloom later. Looking back to Scootaloo, who is still snoring away, you realize how much of that might just be wishful thinking.
What matters right now is getting to Rarity.
"See ya Scootaloo! See ya Applebloom!" you squeak out, haphazardly tossing your school supplies into your bag.
"See ya!" the girls call to you as you make your escape. Swiftly exiting the schoolhouse, you gallop as fast as you can to Carousel Boutique.
Who knows what your sister could have in store for you? You two might go into the Everfree Forest and search for gems! It could be going to a really cool concert. It could even be performing in the really cool concert! Maybe you could be performing in a really cool concert, which is hosted in the Everfree Forest!
On the other hand, the Everfree is pretty big, maybe something smaller like a cafe would be a better place to start. However, knowing Rarity, it would probably be something that isn't too messy or too loud. Rarity hates messy and loud.
As the boutique comes into view, you put all your power into the home stretch, moving your tiny legs as fast as they can possibly muster. You rip open the door with a proud smile on your face.
"Rarity! I'm home and I'm ready for sisterly bonding time!" you yell happily into the shop, which displayed it's closed sign.
Rarity drops a massive black bag which she levitated in the air and jumps five feet in the air at the sound of your voice.
"SWEETIE BELLE! You're... um. Home soon. I-Er-Uh-What have I told you about yelling inside the house!" she chokes out nervously.
That wasn't what you were expecting. That wasn't what you were expecting at all.
"Sorry Rarity... I was just so excited that we were going to be able to spend time together today! Especially when you said that we would do something special!" you squeak out, entering the shop and closing the door behind you.
"Well. Um. I already did it! Turns out I didn't need your help after all. We can do it next week," Rarity stutters out, looking from you to the bag.
Rarity chuckles to herself a little and looks around the room. How could she possibly laugh at a time like this. Your body felt as if it grew heavier and that gravity was beating you to a pulp. You looked forward to this for a week. It felt like forever. Everyday you tried so hard to prepare things to make sure today would be the best day ever. You even made a special drawing for her that's sitting upstairs in your bedroom.
"You... already did it?" you ask brokenheartedly, your voice cracking as the words escape your mouth. It's always a tell-tale sign that something is wrong.
"Y-Yeah. Now go and do your homework or something. Whatever it is you do when you get home from school,” Rarity says, turning from you to the bag and lifts it back into the air.
Normally you always told Rarity about your day and tried to cook her a special dinner. Even if they came out burnt most of the time. Today was special though, you even got special ingredients for something today's dinner. You begin to tear up, but you fight to hold the water in your eyes from escaping.
"...But... we had plans. M-maybe we can do something else..." you ask desperately.
Rarity turns to you with an expression of irritation. She picks you and your things up with her magic and carries you up the stairs towards your room.
"Sweetie Belle. I am not in the mood right now. I am very busy tonight. Now go to your room
and stay there until I say that you can come out," she growls.
W-what? This isn't like your sister at all! She gently places you into your room and begins to close the door.
"I-I'm sorry Rarity," you quietly whisper, your eyes focused on the floor, but glancing back at her to see if she reacts. She looks back in at you, biting her lip. Maybe you did it. Maybe she will feel guilty and still want to spend time with you. Rarity glances back at the bag and then back at you.
"I'm sorry too Sweetie. Stay here until I say you can come out." She slams the door, leaving you to your tears.
How could she do this?! It doesn't make any sense!
Rarity may not always see eye to eye with you on everything, but she's your sister and she loves you. You look into the mirror, wiping the tears off your face after you have calmed down. Maybe she was just trying to get your hopes up so she could watch you be sad on purpose. She is probably down in the shop laughing at how good of a job she did. Looking back in the mirror, your face burns red with anger.
Then, you stop to calm yourself and take a deep breath. Calm down, Sweetie. That's just the emotions talking. You shake your head and look at your reflection in the mirror.
Your gaze ventures down to the gift you made for her, which sits in a protective plastic tube that you saved up your bits for. Carefully, you remove the gift from it's wrapping and remove it. Taking the special drawing that you made for her in your hooves, it's easy to see the time and delicate detail that you put into every single little stroke of your crayons.
But wait, maybe there is still hope. It's sitting right in your hooves. If you gave the drawing to Rarity, maybe she might change her mind. You aren't really sure what you did to upset her, but she could be in one of her moods. She typically gets like this once a month, you just didn't think it was that time yet.
It had been a while since you went out of your bedroom. It was getting dark outside, so it was way past dinnertime, but not quite bedtime yet. Sheathing the drawing back in it's protective case, you turn away from your dresser and set forth on your epic quest.
Moving towards your bedroom door, with sheath resting in your mouth, you set off on your last shot at some quality time with your sister. You stop yourself when you reach the door. Wait a minute... Was this really worth upsetting her again?
Getting your sister even angrier was the last thing on your mind right now...
Well, you can at least try to get a juice box or something. You were starving. Then, if you saw her along the way, you can give her the picture. Yeah! That sounds like a good plan.
You open the door to your bedroom slowly and poke your head out. The hallway is dark, with the exception of a stream of light coming from Rarity's room. Maybe she was heading to bed already. Shoot!
You look towards your bed and then Rarity's room. There's no turning back now. Quietly heading down the hall on the tips of your hooves, you head towards the sliver of light. A loud slap breaks the silence and stops you dead in your tracks.
You begin to care a little less about being hungry as you near the doorway to see the source of the noise. Is Rarity okay? Carefully, you peek into the room. Another loud slap comes from inside the room and a muffled moan breaks the silence.
"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. If you make any noise I will just hit harder, Anon~"
Was that... Rarity? You scan the room and see Rarity adorned in a black fabric in patterns you've never seen before. That's weird, she said black wasn't in this season. However, what was most confusing was what she is holding.
She was holding a whip. Rarity doesn't own whips! She wouldn't hurt anypony! Why would she have a whip?!
Rarity raises the whip up with her magic and cracks it on the back of another creature adorned in black fabric that's being held from her bedroom ceiling.
The creature looked like a huge monkey... but hairless and... wait. Was this that Anonymoose that Rarity talked about so often? He didn't seem like anything special. He's just a monkey... or a hooman as she called it. You continue to watch the scene in curiosity.
Rarity brings down the whip harder and the hooman moans in pain. He had a small ball shoved in his mouth trickles of crimson red blood ran down his back. His head looks down towards the floor, almost as if he were sleeping.
Rarity wraps the whip around his neck and twirls him to face her. She looks up into his eyes and just barely whispers to him. "Oh? Is my little pet not enjoying himself?" she asked malevolently. A smile curled at the edges of her lips and her eyes seemed to only be open half way in a gaze you've never seen before.
Anon nods his head and looks into her eyes. She pushes his face towards hers with a hoof, and plants a deep kiss on his lips.
Eeeewwwww. Gross.
You want to turn away and head back to your room. Or even better, to the kitchen for some dinner. However, something else tingles inside of you.
A deeper part of you keeps you rooted to the ground, eyes fixated on what's happening in Rarity's bedroom behind closed doors. That same part of you is making you feel weird things you've never felt before. It's sort of uncomfortable, but a good feeling uncomfortable.
Rarity begins kissing down Anon's chiseled chest, which was painted in bruises, and stops when she reaches a buttoned flap in the trousers. Why would there be a flap there? Isn't that where privates are? What is she doing?
She undoes one button with her teeth. You gasp. Under your breath you whisper to yourself.
"Just wait until I tell Mom about this..." you whisper to yourself.
She undoes the other, and slowly pulls the flap down with her magic. His boy privates begin to peek out and you simply gasp.
It's so... big.
You begin to feel warmer on the inside and it's a little harder to breathe as you become transfixed on the scene. Rarity begins to lick his longer part and uses a hoof to rub the smaller rounder parts. She lets out a soft moan a midst her quiet slurps.
That's weird, normally she only does that when you cook something really good. It must really... taste good. Taking his entirety into her mouth, she begins to bob her head up and down on his manhood. You can see it's shape rubbing against her cheek on the inside of her mouth.
It makes you wonder what it must taste like... in your mouth.
An aching feeling begins to come from your nethers and a trickle of fluid begins to rundown your back left hoof. You gasp in a light panic. There's no way you made in an accident. You didn't have to go to the bathroom. All that fills your head is wondering what Anon's rod might... taste like.
You see Rarity take a free hoof and begin to rub her marehood while she sucks on Anon. Taking one of your hooves, you look at it curiously and then back to Rarity.
Slowly moving down, you begin to follow your sister's movements as you place a hoof on your sensitive marehood. With a gentle nudge of your clit, shockwaves of pleasure shoot through your tiny body You did everything to hold back your own little gasps of pleasure, but Rarity held nothing back, moaning loudly into Anon. The sounds of her breathing fill the room as she moves her hoof from his... balls to his length. She begins to stoke his shaft extremely fast.
"Come for me Anon... Shoot your juice all over me..." she moans and Anon tenses up at her words. You can't blame him, he must not know what it means either. It sounds pretty weird.
The slow quiet gasps become automatic as your entire body becomes warm from rubbing yourself. Your hoof is sopping wet and a puddle lies under you under the floor. You had no idea where these juices were coming from, but you didn't care. It doesn't matter if Rarity tried to scold you. You have the ultimate blackmail.
Anon whips his head back and thick white milky liquid shoots all over Rarity's face. You instinctively open your mouth, as if you were her She slowly licks it off her face and savors the creamy fluid as you watch with your tongue hanging out.
"Mmmmmm. Now for my turn...." she giggles with delight.
Rarity turns her body around and begins to rub her marehood against Anon's length. Suddenly, a lightbulb turns on in your head. It all makes sense. The boy parts go inside the girl parts.
It's not as big as a hoof, so it would fit perfectly. She pushes against him and he slips right inside of her with a slippery sound. Rarity groaned in ecstasy and pushed herself against him. Again. And again. And again.
A burning itch begins to burn inside of your filly parts. You rub yourself harder, but your actions fail to satisfy your passionate hunger. You need something more. You need something else to rub yourself with.
No... you need something inside of you. Yet, you can't move from your spot and miss even a single moment of this. Looking around, you need something, anything, to put inside of yourself.
That's when you see it. The drawing's sheath. You bite your lip. It wasn't waterproof. You remember all all the time and effort you put into it for Rarity. With the juices that escaped you, the drawing would be ruined.
But... the ache become more and more intense.
You roll up the sheath, already wet from your mare juices, and plunge it deep inside of you. You gasp in pleasure as you nearly fall to the floor. The makeshift rod rubs your insides and you give up on not making noise as squeaky little grunts and moans escape your mouth.
"Yes! Just let Momma do all the work, Anon!" Rarity screams. Looking back inside, you see Rarity pounding herself as hard as she can against Anon. Her pants and moans leak out into the hallway and fill your ears.
You push the rod deeper into your hole and force it in and out just like your sister did to Anon. Is this what adults do every night? It felt so good. Your face heated up and your eyelids drooped as the drawing's container began to make dirty noises as your rubbed it inside you.
Anon's body tensed up once more as waves of burning pleasure shoot up your body. Your thoughts trick you into believing that it's you that has Anon deep inside of you as he's about to release more of his juice.
Increasing your speed, you collapse to the ground with your tongue hanging out your mouth. Your body tenses up and you feel pressure building up in your nethers. Rarity pushes harder and harder until finally she lets out a long satisfied moan. Her eyes seem to roll to the back of her head as she sighs in content.
You feel like you are going to push out something from your marehood, but you just can't stop thrusting inside of yourself. You felt lighter than air. You've never felt this way before. Every muscle in your tiny frame felt as if it were about to burst at once.
You cry out in the silence, your body's tenseness finally releasing all at once as you collapse.
Juices shoot out from your marehood and you roll onto your side on the floor. The drawing holder pushes it's way out of you and onto the floor.
That's when you hear the sound of hoofsteps heading towards the bedroom door. Panic fills your fragile frame as you can't muster the strength to stand up. She's coming! What are you going to do?! You press as hard as you to move yourself, but your exhausted body refuses to even lift a hoof to save yourself.
Maybe you can still save this. Grabbing the sheath, you pull the damp drawing out and you instantly feel regret for your decision. You worked so hard on this. Rarity doesn't want this... Now she was going to find you spying on her and be angry again. It's all over. You close your eyes and huddle into a ball in a puddle of your juices.
The door creaks open slowly and Rarity pokes her head out.
"Sweetie?" Rarity asks gently. Refusing to look at her, you turn your head. "I know you've been watching..."
You curl tighter. Oh no... Of course. This is it. This is the end of the world. She was going to tell your parents and you would be grounded for life. No Scootaloo, No Applebloom. Nothing!
"Did you like that?" she asks gently.
Silence surrounds you and you look to your sister questioningly. At a loss for words, you decide honesty is the best policy. You nod your head slowly.
She looks back to Anon, who nods at her gaze. His milk covers the floor, mixing with tiny drops of blood.
"Would you like a turn with Anon?" she asks. Gazing up at your sister, you smile. Maybe this was it! This was her plan all along! It was some big surprise! Finally, some quality time with your big sister.
You leave the sopping wet drawing in the hallway. Still visible on the drawing lies in purple and pink letters: "Best Sister Ever"
Author's Note
Bonus Chapter? Maybe another day.
