Please

As it turned out, Shining wasn’t able to take care of it—not in the shower, at least. After a good five minutes of carefully washing himself off, he hadn’t been able to resist slopping a hefty dollop of mane conditioner onto his hoof and going to work. He’d gotten hard easily enough—the warm water slipping down his back and a daydream of Cadance sharing the enclosed space with him had him ready to go in seconds.

But once again, he’d found himself reaching his peak only to immediately lose it a split second before cumming. Rubbing, jerking, squeezing his tool did nothing but make him harder. His balls felt filled to bursting with seed; each stroke of his hoof down his length just made the pressure build even further. Shining leaned his hoof against the wall as he went to town on himself, his nuts getting plumper and heavier with each passing second. He’d be so close—and then lose it all an instant before going over. Tablespoons of pre poured down his shaft, mixing with the suds before swirling down the drain and without any true release.

A frustrated Shining tried an additional two times after that, jerking himself off harder and harder until his nuts felt ready to burst, his shaft was sore, and his conditioner bottle was almost empty. Forty-five minutes later, though, the hot water was running out, the mirrors were thoroughly misted over, and he had nothing to show for his efforts but a wrinkled set of hooves and a trio of failed orgasms.

He just wouldn’t cum. Couldn’t, even—no. He couldn’t think like that. He had to be fine. This was just… Maybe he was coming down with a cold or something. After towelling himself off, Shining checked his reflection in the mirror. Nope; his eyes were a little red, but he didn’t seem pale. In fact, his face was more than a little flushed from spending the better part of an hour in a steaming-hot shower.

As he made his way out of the bathroom, his dick flopped wetly against the side of his thigh. Shining reflexively telekinetically nudged it back into its sheath, and then winced when his ballsack slapped against his thigh. He’d never had the misfortune to feel blue-balled before, but he was beginning to see why most ponies hated it. His balls felt almost painfully tight, full of unspent seed.

That was fine, Shining told himself. He slipped out of his bedroom door and clomped downstairs. He’d been interrupted in the middle of a session before. He could handle a little unfulfillment. He’d just have to try again later.

Maybe, he thought, slipping into fantasy for a moment, Cadance would be willing to help. As if that wouldn’t be taking things at twice the speed they should—and yet…

A goofy grin slipped across his face, only to vanish when the familiar image of Twilight’s flank flashed over his reverie. As his thoughts swirled, Cadance’s face slowly morphed into Twilight’s, those long, elegant lashes turning to a pair of wide, innocent eyes. Her flank shrunk in his mind’s eye, pink turning to purple but becoming softer, rounder. The filly in his thoughts wiggled her butt tantalizingly. Don’t you like it, Shining? he heard Twilight’s high-pitched voice ask in his thoughts. Don’t you like me? Don’t you want to touch me? I can help you. I can help you finish—

No. Absolutely not. He shoved that picture away as quickly as he could. Nope, nope, nope.

Maybe it was time to stop thinking about sex, he told himself. Even a growing colt could keep himself on track half the time. His balls swung heavily between his legs, and Shining winced reflexively, his tail sliding across his taint with nary a second thought.

He just had to keep his thoughts clear, he told himself as he walked into the kitchen. Mom was there, waiting for him, and Dad—

—and Twilight—

—and he just smiled and gave out hugs and asked about breakfast while pushing all erotic thoughts out of his mind.

Unfortunately, the quiche had gone cold. Shining still enjoyed every bite.

Apart from a few twinges in his crotch, he was able to make it through the rest of the day without too much trouble. Admittedly, his sheath felt a bit heavier than usual. All the same, Shining had gone a day without jerking off before. He could do it again.

The next day, he was rudely woken up by a heavy, throbbing erection. Shining had blearily glanced over at his bedside clock. It was six A.M.—on a weekend? And yet, try as he might, he couldn’t get back to sleep.

His belly was thoroughly damp from his drooling shaft. When Shining tried to snuggle back into his pillow, another splurt of pre just made his fur even wetter. Lying on his back didn’t work; the weight of the covers on his crotch just teased him even further. Soon enough, the heat building up under the covers was almost unbearable. Before long, the sheets were so slick with his pre that no matter how he shifted, the touch of fabric to his erection felt like a tongue licking across his shaft.

Shifting onto his stomach just pinned his engorged cock between his torso and the mattress, which was absolutely not a good idea. Lying on his side helped, but when he felt the puddle of pre spreading through his sheets start brushing up against the side of his thigh, he knew he couldn’t wait any longer.

This session, though, was no more productive than yesterday’s. Shining came close—closer, he hoped—but once more, not a drop of cum splurted out from his cock. Absolutely none of the release of orgasm touched his mind. At least his production of pre stopped for a time, and his erection mostly softened. It was only with a bit of difficulty that Shining was able to nudge it back into his sheath and roll back into bed, still just as horny as he’d been when he’d woken up.

What came next was more of a catnap than a proper rest, but it left him feeling more refreshed than he would have felt otherwise. Shining still wound up going through most of his morning in a daze. Thoughts of sex clouded his mind, unbidden, at least once every ten minutes. More than once, he found himself staring at his mother’s flank longingly—before snapping himself out of it and quickly looking away.

Like now, at lunch.

“Oh, Shining?”

Shining swallowed his last bite of lunch hurriedly. He averted his eyes from his mother’s flank and did his best to meet her gaze. “Yeah?”

“Your sister had some books she needed to return to the library. I also have a few scrolls of my own that are a bit overdue.” Mom gave him a smile. “Would you mind going down with her to return them?”

Shining’s returning smile was a bit strained. “Well,” he said. “I did have some homework I had to do—and a test I wanted to study for. Can’t Twilight or you just go?”

“Well, Twilight’s certainly too young to go on her own.” Mom clicked her tongue and shook her head. Turning back to the sink, she levitated Shining’s dirty dishes up into the air. “And I’m afraid I’ve got to dash off to the school for a workshop. Surely you can take your little sister on a quick errand, though.”

“Well…” Shining chewed on the inside of his cheek. This was not how he’d planned on spending his Sunday afternoon. “I guess?”

“Excellent!” A small pile of scrolls plopped down onto the table. Shining winced when a loud thump followed soon after. The vibration travelled through the floor tiles and up through his legs, sending a rumbling through his overfilled nuts. He could already feel the pre welling up again in their depths—and quickly tried to shove that awareness away into the tightest, darkest corner of his mind.

Breathing deeply to keep himself under control, he turned back to face his mother. A hefty pile of books, around an even mix of textbooks and picture books, was stacked high on the kitchen table.

“Just a bit of Twilight’s light reading,” Mom said. “I’m sure it won’t be too much trouble. Oh, I’m sure the two of you will just have an adventure together!”

Shining eyed the stacks doubtfully. “Yeah,” he mumbled. “An adventure.”

“We’re goin’ to the library. We’re goin’ to the library.”

“To return books,” Shining told Twilight. “Not to take them out.”

Twilight finished her next hop—she liked to skip along the cobblestone streets in a jumping pattern of one-one-two-three hooves—and stuck her tongue out of him. “Nuh-uh,” she said. “Mom always lets me take out a book when we go to the library.”

Shining glanced at his bulging saddlebags. “I can see that,” he said dryly. “Unfortunately, I don’t really want to bring any more back. And besides, I don’t have my library card.”

Twilight just harrumphed. At least she was quiet on the rest of the way there. Shining usually loved talking with his little sister, but he was already feeling a bit touchy that day. Probably best to keep quiet.

At least, he thought wryly, she seemed to have let go of that spell thing—not to mention that whole bit about “the Talk.” No doubt she was expecting to find a book at the library that could tell her what she needed to know. Poor kid. Still, as long as she wasn’t putting him on the spot about it…

The Royal Canterlot Library was a huge, official-looking building, but to Twilight and Shining, it was as familiar as home. They brushed in through the front door, nodded to the doorpony, and made their way straight to the front desk. Once they’d dumped the books into the Return slot, Shining felt a small hoof tugging at his side. Turning and glancing down, he saw Twilight looking up at him with a hopeful look in her eyes.

“Can I look around at a few of the books?” she asked. “Please? I don’t have to take any out.”

Shining hesitated. Then, a throb between his legs made him wince. He really didn’t want to risk getting a boner in the middle of the library. And walking home with one was not an idea that he really savored.

“I don’t know,” he said. “Mom just said we had to drop these off. I think we should just head back.”

“Oh, please, oh, please,” Twilight begged. There were little specks of moisture in her eyes, and her muzzle was turned up with the most magnificent pout. “Just for a few minutes. I can go in the foals’ section—you don’t even have to watch me.”

“Well…” Damn it; he couldn’t say no to that face. “Fine,” Shining said reluctantly. “Fifteen minutes!”

“Yay!” Twilight gave his back leg a quick hug; Shining let out an “erk” of surprise, the impact of her body against his sending his sheath smacking against the inside of his thigh. “Best big brother ever!”

“Remember!” he called back after her as she sped away. “Fifteen minutes!”

“Got it!”

He sighed when she disappeared from view. Then, he chuckled. He could survive for fifteen minutes. And she was awfully cute when she got excited like that.

Cute in some other way, perhaps? The intrusive thought curled around his brain—and his crotch—with all of the subtlety of a hissing python. The image of her cute little flank, bouncing up and down as she hopped, flashed into his thoughts. A beat later, that same image was covered in a thick, stringy white—

No. Shining shoved that thought away in an instant. He was horny. It was understandable that he might start ogling mares a little bit, especially when he was this pent-up. But Twilight was a filly, dammit—his sister! That was just…

Wrong. He shivered.

The magazine stand caught his eye, and he decided to trot over. Maybe sifting through some hoofball magazines or comics would take his mind off of things. Yeah. He cracked an uneasy smile, trying to ignore the heat of his tail swishing over his heavy nuts as he walked. Distract his id in some other way.

There was just one problem. Shining stiffened when he saw the top magazine on the shelf—and in more ways than one. Wonderbolts Weekly, proclaimed the title. Swimsuit Issue! the subtitle announced.

A bead of sweat dripped down Shining’s forehead. He tried to turn his attention to the other titles. Captain Hoofpunch, he noticed, had a new issue that month. He picked it up with his magic and did his best to scan over the cover. Unfortunately, he didn’t even pick up a single word. His eyes were too busy darting up over the top at the Wonderbolts cover image.

He recognized her instantly: Spitfire, captain of the Wonderbolts team. She was a pegasus in her prime, with lithe, smooth muscles, a perfectly preened pair of wings, and a cocky smile that covered her entire face. She was posing for the camera by leaning against a wall, her wings flared out behind her. One hoof was angled against her waist; the other was resting atop a bright blue thong, which wrapped tightly around her thighs and bumped slightly over her crotch.

Before he knew it, Shining’s hefty orbs were swaying beneath his sheath. They hung below his legs, his tail the only thing hiding them from the world. Inch by inch, his shaft slid out as well, sliding against his belly with a wet-sounding schlick until it was at least half-hard and poking up against the top of his belly.

Shining gulped. Walk away, he told himself. Go find a physics textbook. Douse yourself in cold water. Do anything but this. But he was paralyzed, stunned, locked in place as the building arousal of the past thirty-six hours ran rampant through his system.

His balls felt so full between his legs. They felt laden with seed, more than ready to spill it at a moment’s notice. A bead of pre gathered at his shaft’s tip, and Shining stifled a whimper as it dropped off onto the ground. As he stepped closer to the magazine stand, he left a damp trail behind him, his hardening erection leaking on and off as his imagination ran wild.

Spitfire’s tongue was sticking out, her eyes half-lidded, her mane slicked back as if by wind. Her hoof hadn’t been resting on her thong, he realized—just the tip had been buried below the waistband, and was slowly teasing it down. A whole inch of her left thigh was bared to the world; somehow, that tiny bit of coverage made the naked fur beneath all the more alluring.

Shining’s cheeks were burning. For an instant, Spitfire’s face flickered. Suddenly, it wasn’t the leader of the Wonderbolts standing there, posing for her picture. Now, it was Twilight—whether filly or mare, he couldn’t tell—with her tongue held carefully between her teeth, her eyes searching out his, imploring, asking, inviting—

His balls churned; his shaft throbbed. Shining flinched as a roar of arousal built up in him. He was fully hard now, his dick rubbing up against his underbelly and leaving smears of pre matting his fur. The carpet below him was fully damp, his overfilled orbs putting out more and more precum as they strained to release their true load. A whimper escaped Shining’s lips, his gaze focusing on in the centerfold even harder as his crotch got stiffer.

The brother inside of him saw her hoof twitching across the thin strip of fabric covering her crotch and shouted No! But the colt—no, the stallion inside of him—told her to go on, to keep going, to tease him and satisfy him to the end. The image’s eyes seemed to flutter, and suddenly he saw her docile, fuzzy muzzle covered in his spunk, thick ropes of his cream dripping down her cheeks as her tongue darted out to lap it up—

He tore himself away with an actual grunt of effort. Panting slightly, Shining reached up to wipe away a bit of sweat from his forehead. As he turned, his plump nutsack smacked against his leg and he actually grunted in a mixture of pleasure and pain. A hefty glob of pre spurted out from his tip, plastering Spitfire’s face with the thin, milky-clear fluid. He hastily wiped it off before turning fully back to the front desk.

The old clock on the wall announced the time: three forty-eight. Exactly seventeen minutes since they’d arrived. A tingle went up Shining’s spine, mixing with a dawning horror. He’d stood staring at that picture for over fifteen minutes…

With a start, he recognized a small figure waiting in line at the desk. A small stack of books floated beside her; as he watched, she stepped forward and plopped them onto the table before leaning against the side of the desk.

“Twily!” he said, trotting over. He did his best to ignore the twinge of pressure that came from his stallionhood slapping against his underside. He couldn’t help his rump swaying a bit as he walked, and couldn’t help the soft dribble of liquid down the inside of his thigh, which had run down his flare, across his shaft, and pooled in the space between his joint and stallionhood before running down toward the floor. He slapped a strained smile onto his face as he approached, and nodded genially at the old mare standing behind the counter. “I thought I said no books, sis.”

“Aw, c’mon!” Twilight said. A small paper card floated up to his nose. “I have my own library card and everything.”

Shining would’ve ground his teeth if she’d been anypony else. As it was, he was distracted enough already, and just wanted to get out of here. Then again, “parenting” Twilight did keep him from remembering his thoughts of her in that…other way.

“No,” he said. “Now, c’mon. Sorry for the inconvenience, ma’am,” he told the library clerk. The mare pursed her lips, but said nothing.

“B-but.” Twilight’s voice trembled a bit. “We always get new books when we go to the library.” When Shining saw her expression, he had to stifle a sigh. There were definitely a few droplets of moisture beading at the corner of her eyes, and the way her lower lip wobbled just drove him… Gah!

Twilight Sparkle was usually not a filly who partook in tantrums. All the same, Shining had a feeling that if he went up against her, he wouldn’t be getting out of here nearly as easily—or as quietly—as he wanted. Swishing his tail a bit to make sure it was still covering the back of his crotch, Shining silently thanked Celestia that the top part of the librarian’s desk kept her from seeing the fat, drooling head currently poking up toward his front legs. Her nostrils flared, and he caught the sound of sniffing coming from the clerk’s muzzle. The blush on Shining’s face intensified as he realized that, while his erection might not have been visible, his arousal was certainly detectable. His musk was fast spreading to fill around him, the scent of his swelling need tingeing the air with a thick, masculine scent.

It definitely did not help that the wide-eyed, pouting look on his little sister’s face was far too reminiscent of the sultry gaze Spitfire’s photo had given him from that magazine cover. Shining winced as his stallionhood gave another throb, and decided to take the easy way out.

“Fine,” he mumbled. “Just be quick about it.” He nodded up at the librarian, who gave him a neutral, yet somehow disapproving look in return. Twilight just cheered silently, pumped her hoof, and floated her library card back onto the desk. He didn’t even glance at the books she’d picked out; he just waited impatiently, and with a growing tremble in his knees, until she was finally ready to go.

On the way back, Twilight wouldn’t stop chattering—about her books, about her classmates, about what she’d had for lunch. Shining just smiled hollowly, nodding along whenever she said his name. He felt like a bad big brother for doing that, but he would have felt like a worse big brother if he’d voiced his real thoughts.

One or two ponies gave him an odd look on the way, but he finally stumbled, thankfully, into the house and onto his own bed. Shining gave a soft, high-pitched moan as his cock squished between his quilt and belly. It’d been drooling all the way back, and his balls felt fuller than ever.

His hooves trembling slightly, Shining pushed himself up into a sitting position and shut his bedroom door. His hoof slid across his fat, musky nuts, a thin sheen of pre and sweat glinting off of their surfaces. A twitch of his muscles made squeeze them; unable to help himself, Shining stroked and kneaded his delightfully warm balls, his musky covering lubricating his hooves nicely.

He whimpered slightly when he realized that he wasn’t going to be able to get off like this. He could feel the pressure building, and yet somehow, he knew that it would come to nothing. Rocking back and forth, he kept massaging his large, fuzzy sack, kneading his swollen orbs as his cock drooled a constant stream onto his lap.

Finally, his hips bucked with the force of orgasm—only no orgasm came. No sweet release took Shining in its arms; not a drop of cum dripped down his tip. Still whimpering softly, Shining closed his eyes and tried to sink into the headboard of his bed.

He hadn’t cum in more than a day, now. His testes still felt ripe, and full—and even his softening member still felt harder than it had before. Thicker, too.

Even as his testes throbbed in time with his heartbeat, Shining felt an image flicker back into his thoughts. Twilight’s wide, innocent eyes stared back at him, blinking cutely, a bright, cherry-red blush spreading across her cheeks as she looked down between his legs and saw—

No.

Shining’s heart thudded in his chest. He brushed his mane out of his eyes; it was damp, clotted, stuck together with sweat. He resolved to take a shower. Maybe that’d help.

He knew it wouldn’t.