Chapters Two Tickets to Paradise (No Clop)
"Hey Dusk, wake up, Buttercup!!"
Dusk Shine flailed helplessly as he tumbled to the ground under a pile of books from his desk as the voice of his sister jerked him out of a pleasant, sunny dream he had been having. His jaw ached from lying flat on the desk while the kink in his back twinged unpleasantly, the reward for sleeping at his study desk again.
As he pulled himself up, he could see the form of his sister, Gleaming Shield, silhouetted in the doorframe. Her usual stern expression, reserved for the recruits and green solders under her command, was replaced with an amused grin as she surveyed her younger brother's predicament. Stepping over a pile of books, she picked one up with her hands while her horn glowed, lifting the other two dozen off her hapless sibling. "You know, Princess Celestia was nice enough to give you a tower that includes a bed. You might try sleeping in it once in a while. Ever since I started sleeping in beds, my back has NOT been killing me."
"Har-Har. I STILL haven't forgiven you for the 'short jog' you conned me into taking with you last month. I burn all the calories I need to with my magic, I don't see why a unicorn like you or I needs to 'work out'. Well, I guess it is traditional for soldiers... but not scholars" stated Dusk, rising and rubbing the corner of his eye.
"You haven't forgotten the run, or the fact I had to carry you for five of them?"
His cheeks burned red at the memory of the tittering Celestia had unleashed, watching her new Captain of the Guard carrying her new Prized Pupil up four flights of stairs like a sack of grain. Since then, she had 'hinted' that he might want to go out and do more physical activities in order to get in better shape. Dusk Shine, however, adhered to a strict policy of Mind over Matter, which included using magic for... pretty much everything.
His sister walked over to his dresser, pulling open the top drawer while setting the books down on the bed as Dusk yawned, stretching and looking out the window. Evening already? I must have slept all day. OH CRAP ON A STICK! My assignment!
Luckily, a quick cantrip was enough to pull a sheet of parchment from the top of the stack and reassure him that he had enough done for the day. Fifteen thousand or so words, and all that was left was to have his faithful assistant help him edit it. Four or so re-writes should be enough to make it presentable. Gleaming Shield, however, snorted as she rummaged through his dresser. "You need to do laundry again. Seriously, if you don't start taking better care of yourself, I'm gonna tell Mom to come over here and get your ass in gear."
Finally registering his invasion of privacy, he shooed Shield away, slamming the dresser drawer before certain... literary masterpieces and their accompanying interesting articles were discovered. The last time his sister had raided his erotica stash, she had teased him mercilessly for months while hanging it over his head like an ax as blackmail. She seemed to get some sort of weird thrill making him polish her sword and helmet. "Seriously, personal space? Shield! Don't you have yelling and marching and stuff to do? Get out!" He said, pushing his sister towards the door.
She laughed. "No guard duty today! I have the next two days off, and then I plan on using a week of my vacation. Benefits of being the Captain" she said, winking. Dusk struggled not to roll his eyes. If anything could define his sister, it was her pride. While they had always had a friendly rivalry for their parent's praise and adoration, the fact was that they held a fairly even standing, with both of them being trusted, close servants to the Crown. "That's actually why I am here. Spike got a letter from Celestia while helping me pack. Turns out she is heading to Gryphony on a diplomatic mission..." she started.
Dusk's eyes lit up, and he opened his mouth. Finally! A chance to travel abroad with his teacher, and perhaps have some uninterrupted time with her for the first time since her sister returned from banishment! His heart already beat faster. For so long, he had gazed into the Sun (Metaphorically, unlike Solar Aire who had been in the hospital six times, according to his sister, for gazing into the sun. Something about a sacred covenant and jolly cooperation) that he had just about lost all hope of touching it.
"-and you are getting a couple weeks off while she is gone, since she is taking her sister with her and the gryphons have a thing about large groups of ponies ever since we kicked their flanks in the war."
One could almost hear the crack of his hopes and dreams shattering at her words. "I... I'm not going? But... I'm her... her most faithful student..." he said, trying not to let a tear out. His lower lip quivered as he fought to get his frustration under control, using his magic to snatch the scroll from his sister's hands and scan it for himself.
Dusk Shine
You know that you are my most prized pupil and most faithful student. However, the diplomatic tensions with Gryphony and Prance are too volatile at the moment to bring anyone but a trained diplomat along. While your intelligence and curiosity, along with your relentless pursuit of knowledge make you a fine young wizard, I believe that it is time for you to take a break from your studies and see a bit more of the world. Twilight Velvet let slip that you have never left Canterlot in your life, and I think it is important that you get out there and have a bit of fun.
Do not take this as a sign of disapproval. I have never been more proud of anypony than I am of you, and you know that I trust your judgement and value your insights. Still, not everything in the world can be learned from a book. To that end, I suggest you take a short trip and enjoy your time off while I am gone. Manehatten is popular this time of year, or you could watch the Wonderbolts perform in Vanhoover.
Your Mentor,
Celestia
He looked up. Gleaming Shield stood there, a grin on her face as she dropped his luggage bag on his already-crowded bed. She held up two stubs of paper, waving them back and forth under his muzzle. "I've got two tickets to paradise, and you're coming with me. No cuts, no buts, and no coconuts. Well, maybe some butts. It IS a resort and retreat, after all." He blushed, having never been as comfortable with discussions of sexuality as his sister. Then again, at five-eleven and one hundred and seventy pounds of toned muscle, she had quite a bit more to flaunt than him. Not that he had ever been looking of course...
"Shield... I'm not in the mood. I'll stay here and... finish my dissertation on the Treatise of Studies in the field of Arcaneology and Alchemy in the Fifteenth Century."
It was her turn to roll her eyes. "Dusk, two things. First, this is the grand opening of a brand new lunar-themed resort and I was granted an invitation as Captain of the Guard, and I get to bring a plus-one. I am sure as hay not bringing one of my knucklehead sergeants with me, and Bolero and I aren't together at the moment thanks to his... indiscretion. Being the Prince of Love is NOT an excuse for cheating."
Dusk folded his arms, looking up to meet his sister's eyes. "And the second?"
"I'm not ASKING you to come. I'm letting you know that we are getting on a train in about an hour, and I took the liberty of packing your bag" she said, tossing his duffel bag at him. "Saddle up, brother mine. We're going traveling! "
One Long-ass Train Ride later
"LAST STOP! MOON SHINE RESORT AND RETREAT! Everypony off!"
The loud voice of the conductor woke Dusk Shine from his sleep. The trip, supposedly only four hours by train, had taken nearly ten hours after a breakdown in the middle of the desert. If the buffalo had not shown up when they did, one of the pegasi would have had to have flown for help. The first thing he realized, upon waking up, was that his head was resting on something extraordinarily soft and pleasant-smelling. Opening his eyes, he could see part of the celing of the train car they were in, though it was blocked by two mounds jutting out above him.
Dusk Shine was a pony of Science and Magic. He prized himself on, above all, his vast knowledge of esoteric secrets and random trivia. He had never lost a competition of wits (except to his sister, who never lost at ANYTHING), and he was proud of his skills of deductive reasoning and structured thought patterns. Even the smallest things, and even when he was just waking up, could be sorted as a list in his head.
1: I am on a train.
2: My head is on something soft.
3: My sister did NOT pack my pillow.
4: I am lying down on one of the rather uncomfortable train seats.
5: Something is blocking my view of the ceiling.
6: TWO somethings.
7: That smell is the same one that has been around Gleaming Shield since... well, for quite a while.
8: The soft thing that my head is on is warm.
Conclusion: I am lying down, my head in Gleaming's lap, staring up at her breasts.
After the conclusion set in, his cheeks burned bright red as he struggled to sit up. However, just as he was rolling to where he could support himself, the train lurched to a stop. Everything was flailing confusion as he fell off the seat while Gleaming Shield tried to grab him to stop his descent to the floor. A moment later, his left hand was on something soft, his right hand on the floor, and his muzzle buried in something VERY soft and warm... and somewhat musky. After a couple of moments, his eyes traveled upward. Gleaming Shield's face was somewhat scrunched up, looking like she was either about to burst out laughing or pass gas (and he dearly hoped it was not the latter, given their circumstances) as his hand was on her left breast... and his muzzle planted firmly in her crotch.
For a full five seconds that felt like an eternity, they stayed like that until Dusk flopped backwards onto his rump, looking up at his sister. After a moment, her face returned to normal as she coughed. "Well. That was a thing. If you're done ogling me, I think we've already given enough of a show here" she said, smiling at the other four ponies in the car, two of whom were struggling to suppress grins while an older mare waved a fan at her face. Dusk struggled back to his feet, face a step beyond flushed before Shield reached up, grabbing his bag and tossing it to him. By reflex, he caught it in his magic, his magenta aura enveloping it while Shield hefted her bag over one shoulder.
"Come on! You're going to love this place. You said you love learning new things, right? Well... this is going to be a culture shock for you! You ever been to the Lunar Badlands?"
Dusk shook his head. "I, ah... uh, you know I've never left Canterlot, G-Gleam..."
She sighed, stopping and turning around as we joined the line forming as ponies got out of the other forward cars. The resort had a high wall, but it looked like a large crevase in between two large plateus with a single dam-like wall serving as a barrier. A sign in lettering too small to make out from this far away stood next to two lunar pegasi who stood guard. "Dusk, you nuzzled me and grabbed my tit. It was an accident. If I was mad, or even upset, don't you think a soldier like me would have made sure you know? Dusk, you are my little brother and I love you. Now, lets have a great vacation."
He nodded before stepping in line with her. As they approached the guards, who were checking IDs and invitations, she paused. "Oh, right! I was saying that this is gonna be pretty new for you. You see-" she said, looking back as Dusk unzipped his bag, digging inside for his comb. That mane didn't stay very well kempt after he slept, and he still had bedhead from the train. However, upon looking into the bag, a small discrepancy caught his eye.
"Uh, Gleam? Where are my pajamas? Wait... where are my clothes ? Gleam! You pack things all the time, how come you forgot my clothes? I only have one set for the next week and a half?"
She giggled. Gleaming Shield, the Captain of the Royal Guard and Commander in Chief of the Canterlot Volunteer Peacekeepers, decorated soldier and anointed Knight of the Realm, never giggled. Tittered, laughed, guffawed, but never giggled. Not unless she was truly amused by something, usually at Dusk's expense.
"Don't need clothes here. I was just getting to that bit. This is a Naturalist resort, where ponies go to get in touch with their... wild side. This resort is technically the property of Archduchess Lunar Solstice, the most recent descendant of Luna's best friend in a long line that goes back to the Lunar Rebellion. This place is a bit more... primitive than you are used to."
If his face was red on the train, it was something new now. It was too late for words, however, as the guard on the left approached, checked their tickets, and waved them through. On the other side of the door was a small hallway with several rooms off to either side and a number of deposit boxes. Dusk caught a glimpse of a tail and the heel of somepony's hoof as they stepped around the corner. In front of them stood a pair of stallions. The first thing Dusk noticed about them was the obvious: They wore no clothing whatsoever. Not even a headband or a uniform sleeve or anything to show they were staff. The shorter of the two smiled.
"Welcome to Moon Shine Naturalist Retreat! Are you two lovebirds ready to take a walk on the wild side?" He said, smiling and pulling out a basket.
Dusk was still trying to process two naked stallions in front of himself until his words caught up. "L-lovers? We're not-" he said, only for the larger stallion to furrow his brow. "You two are the last arrivals for this trip, yes? We only have one lodging left, the Lover's Loft. Then again, you two ain't pegasuses either. Happy Dance, you sure this is them?"
The smaller one checked a clipboard. "Dusk Shine and Gleaming Shield? Says here you have the Love Bird Special. I mean, it's not unheard of for unicorns to use the loft, but we have you down as a couple. If this is in error, we can schedule another visit in about six months or so, but we have filled all other lodgings."
Dusk was about to speak again when Gleaming Shield put her arm across her shoulder. "What he MEANT to say is that we only just started dating. He's pretty shy, probably something to do with a badass older sister who loved to torment him as a foal."
The older one guffawed, slapping his younger companion on the back. "Sounds just like you, Happy! I hear ya. Here at the Retreat, we value guest privacy and try to make sure your needs are met. First vacation together as a couple?"
She nodded. "Yeah, I got offered two VIP tickets here as a promotional thing with the Canterlot Royal Guard. Something about how, as the pony in charge of the Princess' security and such, I should get a vacation once in a while. Plus, I think Lun- ah, Princess Celestia pulled a couple of strings after I got that crowd of reporters away from her. So, what now?"
The smaller one smiled. "Well, allow us to introduce ourselves. I am Happy Dance, and this is River Dance. Before you ask, yes, we are married, and yes, we are more than happy to allow same-sex couples to enjoy their time here. Most, if not all, of our clients are very open-minded due to the nature of the services we provide. Ponies who are, how do you say it..."
"Prudes?" remarked River Dance, smiling.
"Uptight . Can't use that word, River. If we go to Sensitivity Seminar, I'm telling everypony it was your fault."
"Right. Anyway, as my smallish friend is saying, beyond this point there is no clothing whatsoever. Now, unlike many nudist or naturalist resorts, we do NOT frown on... ponies who get a bit frisky. We DO ask that you keep your fraternizing somewhere OTHER than out in the open. Other than that, enjoy yourselves. You can get undressed here, or in the side room. You two lovers enjoy your stay, okay?"
She nodded. "Thanks! C'mon Dusky, lets do this."
Dusk Shine could only sputter as his sister dragged him into the changing room.
In the small changing room, there was a single bench, a basket to put their clothing in with a name tag to fill out, and no privacy whatsoever. Gleaming Shield looked at her brother, her heart hammering. The thing her little brother didn't know, despite all of his vast intelligence, creativity, and reasoning ability, was that she had carefully planned this. She loved him... more than a sister should. SHE had set up the lovebird special... and Celestia had arranged it. The Mistress of Dreams may have been banished to the moon, but her loyal Dream Watchers continued her work, and waere rather understanding, given her and her sister's... unique, and ancient relationship. Now, nearly a year of planning was coming together. It was time to make a show... and see if she could draw his eye. The happy accident on the train had nearly given her intentions away, and she was astounded he could not smell her pheromones. The Lunar Pegasi certainly did, and no doubt that contributed to their assumption. That, and the 'lovebird' thing.
As Dusk stood there fidgeting, Gleaming Shield put a hand on his shoulder. "Look... if you're not comfortable Dusk, we can... go home. I mean, I have about a week and a half off. We can find a beach over in Manehatten, or visit Las Pegasus."
For a moment, her heart stopped as Dusk seemed about to agree... before he stopped. "Shield... You said Princess Celestia helped set this up? Why?"
She paused. That was unexpected. "Dusk, do you wanna do this or not?"
After another long moment, he finally squared his (rather slim) shoulders. "Gleam... I... thanks... Princess Celestia said I should get out more... I guess this is a bit more than she meant... but thanks. So... how do we do this?"
"Well... we gotta lose the clothes. Here, I'll start. Officers should lead the way, right?"
Dusk paused. "You know, I heard the guards outside the tower mention a funny quote... something about if officers are leading from the front, expect an ambush from the rear... or an attack, or something."
"Well, sometimes. What, you calling me a coward?" she said, placing her hands on her hips and pouting, causing Dusk Shine to flinch, backpedaling. "N-no! Of course not!"
"Geeze, you have no spine at all. I guess that explains the slouch" she said, setting her bag down and pulling off her jacket. Her shirt was made of a much thinner fabric than she usually used, allowing her pert mammaries a bit more freedom than they usually got. Gleaming Shield gave a sigh as she finally got a chance to get a bit of air. She smiled as she watched Dusk's back while he pulled off his shirt. After folding her jacket and placing it in the basket, the shirt was the next to go, leaving her in only her standard-issue GI Jane 'saddlebags'. A small smirk went across her face as her brother turned around, mouth open to speak before his eyes gravitated toward her chest, right at his eye level. "I, ah, I, um... you..."
Gleaming Shield held his eye contact for a moment before turning around. "Mind giving a girl a hand? Fastener is in back. I don't want to accidentally bend the clip, these come out of my paycheck."
Though she could not see it, she could imagine his more rapid breathing, his higher heart-rate, and above all his flushed cheeks. For a moment, she again thought he would chicken out before she felt his fingers on her back. While her hands were a bit rough and calloused, the result of eight years of brutal physical training and hand-to-hand combat, his were soft and warm, the hands of a scholar and philosopher. You know... a small voice spoke in her head, Hands that soft would feel great somewhere else... and he is a skilled mage... good with his mouth, probably.
Three seconds passed, then six, then ten while her brother fumbled with the fastener. "Um... problem?" she asked, looking over her shoulder. "Never undone a bra before?"
"No! I mean, yes! I mean, no, I have not... personally. Um, do you always need help?"
"Sometimes. Oh!" she said, as Dusk finally got the clip undone. She gave a sigh as her assets finally got a chance to swing free. "About time. Geeze, that feels good."
Without warning, she turned around, giving her little brother his first full view of her bare chest since they were both much younger. Since then, she had filled out quite a bit with healthy D-Cups, his ever-analytical mind told him. NOT that he had EVER done research on THAT sort of thing, of course. Except for science. "Finally, give the girls a bit of air. You okay?"
Dusk stood frozen, nearly cross-eyed as each attempted to track its own breast. For the first time in his nineteen years, hormones that had been repressed in favor of calm logic reared their head, battering against their cage as he finally saw his sister in a new light for the first time.
The Princesses were well known, featured in works of art for millennia. They were revered as both protectors and goddesses, controlling the heavens for the benefit of not only their subjects in Equestria, but the entire world. However, though many may lust after them or shower them with secret love, they remained on another level from the common pony. They were untouchable, out of reach, and something to desire, not to have.
However, his older sister had been an object of love for many since she first made waves after her capture of a gryphon terrorist trying to assassinate Prince Bolero at a diplomatic dinner, earning her a fast-track through the Royal Guard. Since then, she had been approached by several suitors. Commoner or Noble, Stallion and Mare, she had rejected them all, instead having a brief tryst with the Prince. Since then, she had enjoyed flaunting her sexuality, teasing and pleasing as she wished. Ponies with years of experience in the sexual arts would have had trouble keeping up with her. Her repressed younger brother had no chance at all as a fire raced from his head to his groin, taking the blood with it.
His sister was sculpted like an ancient proto-equestiran goddess. Her abdominal muscles were arranged like a chocolate bar, and defined enough that a corner of his brain remarked that one could probably sharpen a quill on them. Her smirk gave a glimpse at the utter surety that defined her; she never questioned or second-guessed herself in anything. When she wanted something, she acted as she wanted. Her arms, each trimmed with perfectly defined muscle that remained compact rather than bulging gave the impression that she could have cut a grypon in half with an axe if she wanted to. From there, his eyes traveled down.
Her waist, unlike the dreams of many mares, was not some waspish hourglass. She flowed smoothly with only slight curves from her shoulders to her hips. Between her legs, however, was a small tuft of blue fur that teasingly concealed her most private of places. Though he could not be sure, it seemed to glisten just a bit more than her mane. Her legs were not the pillars one may expect of someone who runs ten miles every day, and twenty at least once a week. Instead, they were toned and lean. Under her pelt, he could see the wiry muscles, moving like oiled steel cables as she stretched before him. A light cough brought him back to reality, however, and his eyes snapped up to meet hers as his cheeks burned harder than ever before. A slight pink shade colored her cheeks, though her sardonic smile remained. "You know, I charged the photographer for the Guard Swimsuit Calendar extra for ogling me. How much does Celestia pay you?"
"Um... I get a royal stipend... I dont know how much. I kinda just ask the guards to go buy me something, and they do it. R-research stuff, mostly."
"I'll bet. Your turn. Lose the leggings, and let's get going" she said, eyeing him carefully.
Seeing no other recourse, and steeling himself for the fact that this WAS rather thrilling, even if he hardly wanted to admit it, he looked at her again. "Um... can you turn around?"
"No. Look, you gotta get used to this, okay? It's gonna be a long week and a half if we you are afraid to show off the goods. Want me to do it for you? Fair is fair?"
He shook his head. "I... I can do it. Um..."
Finally, he began to work on his belt and leggings. For his reluctance, the process did not take long, and it was less than a minute before Gleaming Shield got her internal squee going as she finally got a good look at the body she had wanted for so many years. Unlike her, he had little to note save for the obvious bit she was interested in. His body, while lacking the definition of hers, showed clear signs of one who both ate less than he should, but hardly moved around much. His arms and legs were soft, much more so than hers, and his coat was not quite as sleek and shiny due to a lack of the proper vitamins that kept it glossy. However, thanks to the Princess' insistence he DID use magic to regulate his metabolism. His eyes, however, still roamed over her as she took in his form.
"S-so... is that it?"
"Let's get going, mine little brother" she said, before surprising him and grabbing him around the shoulders with one arm, rubbing her fist through his maine in a noogie. "You ready to live a little?"
Dusk thanked Luna's stars that he was too embarrased to display the arousal he was feeling, and struggled to remember the mental control Celestia had taught him to control his magic surges. As they walked out through the doorway, into the gloomy light of the caverns the resort was built into, she smiled to herself, while he struggled to maintain decorum. Each of them was thinking just the oppisite.
Dusk, walking beside her, was VERY aware of her body pressed against his. This is going to be a LONG ten days.
Gleaming Shield, smiling to herself, squeezed him a little tighter. These ten days are not long enough.
Author's Note
I am NOT apologizing for the dark souls pun.
All Natural (Teaser Chapter)
Author's Note
First 'filler' chapter. You all asked for some, so here it begins. I probably won't do a day-by-day thing, but instead highlight some instances. In a way, I am grateful to you lot for asking this, as it will allow me to flesh out (aww-yeah!) my 'teasing' and 'sensual' writing abilities.
Or at least develop some, which can then be fleshed out.
Oh, and stay tuned: Shower scene up next!
All Natural (Teaser Chapter)
Dusk Shine could not remember waking up in a more awkward position. Despite years (better than half a decade, really) of falling asleep in odd places, from libraries and study rooms to simply collapsing from exhaustion while walking along the hallways of Canterlot Castle (after several days without sleep while ripping out his mane over arcane problems), nothing to this date had caused him so much consternation as waking up sharing a bed with his sister. His naked sister.
Apparently, "Lovebird Special" meant three flights of stairs up a giant petrified tree, with a 'sky'light that let the cold blue light from the massive moonstone set in the ceiling of the cavern the resort was tucked into into the bedroom. The single bedroom. Everything seemed to be centered around forcing two ponies into as close of contact as possible, from the single bed, to the couch that was too short to sleep on, and even the undersized kitchen that had forced them to sit in close proximity during dinner last night.
Which led Dusk Shine here, to lying awake next to his nude sister in the Moon Shine Naturalist Retreat.
Well... might as well get into the kitchen before Gleam decides to try her hand at 'cooking' again. Slowly pulling back the cover, he tried not to notice the curves exposed to him as he crept out of bed. Gleaming Shield let out an undignified snort, mumbled into her pillow, and curled up tighter. Shortly thereafter, she began to snore again, allowing Dusk to slip away free.
Creeping downstairs, he took note of the brightness created by the artificial light, and checked the clock. It was about seven in the morning, and he reflexively looked around for Spike before his brain remembered that he hadn't dragged his number one assistant along. Then again, this might not be a place for a baby dragon. The kitchen was well stocked, and unlike most academics he knew, he had learned to cook. Cooking, however, usually took up too much time for the young stallion that could otherwise be spent studying.
Dusk pondered what exactly to make as he scanned the shelves and cupboards.Alright... what to make... Lets see, Gleaming Shield likely is used to a high-calorie and high-carb diet since she works out a lot... I don't need the extra energy, so what is a good middle ground?
A moment later, his eyes lit up as he spotted the eggs in the fridge, and the syrup in the cabinet. "A-hah! That'll do it!"
His planning phase complete, the unicorn began to levitate and manipulate various and sundries in the kitchen, humming quietly to himself as he mentally checked off everything he would need.
Gleaming Shield woke up rather slower than usual. Around this time, her Platoon Sergeant would quietly knock on her door, interrupting her pull-ups, though the sounds of her soldiers marching past in dress-plate would have awoken the entire palace. Seven in the morning was practically noon for her.
Still, the smell of something delicious reached her nostrils, and as any good soldier would do, she snapped from sound-asleep to wide-awake in less than three seconds. She knew that smell... and the sounds of light footsteps in the kitchen below only confirmed her suspicions. She smiled to herself as the scent of Prench Toast wafted through the ajar door, tickling her senses with the promise of pure, fattening sweetness. Despite her rigid diet, she had always had a soft spot for the dish their mother used to cook on special occasions.
Stretching out and yawning, she grunted twice before swiftly pulling herself out of bed. Finding it empty other than her was an... acceptable trade-off for the promise of sticky, syrupy bread. Mentally remembering exactly where she was and what was going on, she plopped down on the floor, tucking her bare hooves under the edge of the bed and beginning to crank out her morning crunches. By the time the sounds of cooking had stopped, however, she had switched to her final exercise of the morning, sans running.
Dusk Shine concentrated on the carefully balanced plates he carried. On each was a pile of hay-fries, Prench Toast, an empty glass, and a tiny carafe of syrup heated to perfection. Hovering between them, ensconced in his magenta aura, was a pitcher of milk. Everything was balanced perfectly, and his tongue stuck partway out the side of his mouth as he concentrated, watching the plates and pitcher intently.
However, he failed to pay attention to what exactly was in front of him. Unfortunately, this happened to be his sister, who gave a shriek and fell off the improvised pull-up bar she had wedged in the door-frame. His concentration shot, he dropped everything as he flailed off balance and tumbled forwards.
Gleaming Shield blinked, more than a bit bemused as she attempted to comprehend what had just happened. Sticky bread adhered to her hooters, while milk had splashed over most of her white coat, unseen save for the sudden glistening covering her from cleavage to cleft. The hayfries ended up all over the floor, save for two of them that landed on the bridge of her muzzle, before one slid off to join its brethren on the floor. The largest article stuck to her, however, was her brother, who had ungraciously sprawled over her belly, eyes slightly askew as he recovered from his fall.
"Uh, morning? I think you spilled something" joked Gleam, snickering to herself as she grabbed Dusk in her magic and set him on his feat, pulling herself up a moment later. "You're lucky I haven't taken my shower yet. Though..." she said, before drawing a finger through the syrup in her coat, and then popping her finger in her mouth, sucking on it while raising her eyebrows, "I can't complain about your choice of breakfast. I hope you made extra?"
Dusk stood there stupidly for a moment, before his cheeks colored again and he looked away. "I, ah, yeah? Uh, what were you doing there?"
Gleaming Shield rolled her eyes. "Morning workout, duh. Now, you wanna join me in the shower, or take one later?"
Dusk did a quick double take. "G-Gleam! Going to a naturalist resort is quite enough , thank you. I'll keep what dignity I have-"
"-left after covering your sister in sticky and white? You have fun with that!" she finished for him, winking and turning towards the shower. "Oh, and have this," she said, pulling one of the pieces of toast from her breast and flipping it over her shoulder. She missed his face resembling a tomato again as she sashayed away, flicking her tail a bit more than usual while he stared at her back, missing the show she was trying to put on completely.
Good Moaning... er, morning? (More teasing)
Gleaming Shield could hardly stop from rubbing herself as she closed the door behind her. Despite her (relatively) innocent intentions this morning, opportunity knocked and she answered. The look on his face as he sprawled over her was priceless in so many ways... but as her plan began to come together, she found herself more and more bothered. Nearly two months of planing and conspiring with her boss of all ponies left her anxious to finish the job.
Which lead her here; to a steamy bathroom in a lover's lodge in the single most private resort in Equestria. Normally, a mare was the one pony that could not smell her own heat, but in this case, her musk was so strong her nostrils flared as she turned the water on, making sure there was a towel nearby to dry off afterwords. Mentally, she reviewed her docket as she absently rubbed between her legs.
Plan to Seduce Younger Brother, Version 1.03
1: Have sexy breakfast. Sort ofEpic Success.
2: Have loud shower masturbation. In Progress.
3: Take Dusk Shine to some sort of educational thing he might like. To-Do.
Nodding to herself, she put one hand under the stream of water from the shower, testing for warmth. A few minutes later, it was ready, and she stepped into the flow. As the water ran down the back of her neck and shoulders, she smiled to herself. This whole thing, the whole vacation and even Celestia taking that 'diplomatic trip', was part of her plan for months. Now, she finally had his pants off, and even got him to share a bed (With sheets chastely between them). He even made her breakfast!
Still, she was nowhere near where she wanted to be. As the water washed over her, she leaned against the tiles of the shower, shivering while her fingers probed south, rubbing over her mound and teasing her clit. Visions flickered through her mind...
The door opened, and she smiled as she heard her brother come in. As she teased herself, holding her breath, she could see his outline through the curtain as he paused. Even through the steam and her smell, she could catch his scent... hardly what she would call 'masculine', he smelled more of his scrolls, ink, and constant frustration. The last usually smelled like two-day-old clothing. A slight moan escaped her lips, and she saw his outline stiffen.
A slight smirk overtook her as she imagined a different part of him growing hard. Even now, she could just see it in her mind... his stallionhood, throbbing under her gaze as she eyed him up. Finally, she cleared her throat. "Duskie.... mind giving me a hand?"
After a moment, a trembling purple hand pulled the curtain back. A mixture of shame and desire was written all over his face as he slowly met her gaze. "I... I c-came to brush my teeth... I s-should have knocked..." he said, blushing.
She smiled to herself. "It's fine... but like I said, I could use a hand. Usually we shower in pairs, in the guard..." she said, turning her back to him. "Mind helping me with my mane?"
It took a few moments, but finally she heard his intake of breath before he stepped into the shower. Still smiling, although this time with a much saucier take to it, she turned away from him. After all, teasing was one of the best weapons in a mare's arsenal. "I could use some help with my mane... I know, it's a bit longer than regulations, but what good is being Captain if you don't get to cheat a bit?"
Concealing her probing fingers under the guise of washing her abdomen, she waited for him to make up his mind. She could picture him easily enough... slightly chewing on his lip, his neurotic twitch that happened whenever he was torn between what he wanted and what he knew he shouldn't want. Unfortunately for him, forbidden fruit is always the sweetest, and he had never had a mare before in his life. It took a few more moments, but finally she heard his huff of breath as he made up his mind. Soon enough, she heard him soaping up his hands before his fingers intertwined with her mane. Gleaming Shield closed her eyes, humming softly while she tried to resist the urge to grind up against him... or at least begin masturbating furiously.
"Like this?" asked Dusk Shine. At her nod, he began to move more confidently. It was frustrating for her... all her hopes and dreams, so close, and yet so far away. How could somepony so smart be so stupid?
"You know... you could help me out with my tail too. Would you mind? I'm a bit sore from my crunches this morning... I don't want to bend over.
This time, there was even less hesitation as she felt his hands run down her back, his touch lingering much longer than needed, and she inwardly squealed as his fingers found her dock, before running from the base of her tail to the end. The slight tug was enough to inflame her further. "S-sis? I-is this okay?"
Suddenly, without warning, she turned and grabbed him. "Dusk... the only thing that could possibly be wrong here is if you bailed on me now. I WANT you."
He gasped as she pushed him against the tiled wall before planting her lips firmly on his. With a groan, he sagged into her arms, eyes wide with shock... and cheeks red with both embarrasment and poorly-hidden lust. Already, she could feel him growing harder as his stallionhood bumped against her leg. So close-
Her eyes snapped open and she suppressed a groan as there was a knock on the door to the bathroom, and her fantasy evaporated like the steam from her shower. "Hey, Sis! You about done in there? I need a shower too! I thought we were going to that educational seminar on naturalism!"
Keenly aware of her still-strong scent and her pent-up lust, she fought to calm herself in the face of her frustration. Adopting a false smile, she finally turned the water off, wrapped a towel around her mane, and opened the door. "All yours... take your time."
Author's Note
I'm not apologizing. You all asked for these teasing chapters :p
A Sibling's Last Resort (Cloptacular)
Dusk Shine walked in, breathing hard as he entered the lodge. Two flights of stairs into the loft left him breathless, and that was AFTER the hot springs. Still, he was more relaxed after the last nine days than he had been in his life. Despite all the nude ponies (and the occasional gryphon or zebra, both of whom seemed ENTIRELY too friendly here), he felt better than ever.
Gleaming Shield stepped in behind her brother, breathing at a perfectly normal rate. A measly two flights of stairs was nothing to her, especially after the relaxing hot springs. However, she was more frustrated and pent up than she had been in her life. Despite her nudity, constant contact, and lewd comments, her little brother remained as oblivious as ever. For a moment, she considered if he would make a great shield. He seemed to be the densest object on the planet, invulnerable to every signal, touch, and idea she threw at him. This was their last day, and her last chance to get in his pants. So to speak, of course.
As the giant crystal on the ceiling of the cave dimmed for the night cycle and the entire place got quiet, she paused to consider her options. This was day ten, and her brother remained in rigid self control. He had either managed to evade her every time he needed release, or had managed to keep it contained for an entire week. As he was a stallion, she refused to believe the latter, and as her brother, she thought she should know him well enough to get around the former. Still, evidence pointed to the contrary.
"Hey Gleam... what are we doing for dinner tonight? I kinda want that cheese-dish thing the Gryphon chef gave us. You know, with the herbs and spice and stuff?"
"Fondue, Dusky. It is called Fondue. How about we break out some of that wine to go with it?" she said, squeezing past him to the kitchen. Her hand brushed past his rump as she leaned over the counter. "We have some nineteen-forty seven. One of the lieutenants said that was a great year over in Prance."
"Gleam, you know I don't drink. Bad for the mind" he said, shivering a bit as she pushed by. "You know, I have had a lot more fun than I thought. I loved that seminar on naturalism and being in touch with nature. I thought that was just hippie stuff, but they actually had quite a few numbers!"
She rolled her eyes and sighed. "Yeah, and the presenter LOVED it when you kept challenging him. I doubt he loved your tips for improving speeches."
"Gleam, EVERYPONY can benefit from flash cards. Remember when you had to give the acceptance speech for your Legion of Merit medal?"
"Yes, but-" she said, sensing an incoming verbal barrage.
"Plus the time you needed to rally the troops when they wanted to strike because of Prince Blueblood?"
"Yeah, that was different. You convinced me NOT to call him a-"
"AND the time you needed to explain why Princess Celestia was sick, when she really just binged on cake and banana splits and got sick?"
"That was different, and I still think-"
"Don't forget about-" he started, turning back to face her, only to be cut off.
Finally desperate, both to get his attention and to cut him off, Gleaming Shield grabbed his head on either side and pulled him in. Before he could react, her lips pressed against his own while their horns touched. A spark jumped across them as she stepped in, pressing him against the corner of the counter, leaning in hard while his eyes bulged. For a moment, he was stiff as a board while she held him, not daring to use her tongue lest she scare him off, but putting every ounce of passion and drive into it that she could.
For nearly thirty seconds she held that, not pressing harder, but letting him know via her touch that he was not getting away. Finally, she pulled back. "You talk too much."
All was silent. Her heart pounded in her chest, and there was a slight ringing in her ears as it fluttered. Her stomach turned over twice as she stopped, frozen for the first time in her life. After a moment, Dusk went soft in her arms, slumping against her as he mumbled something into her chest. Finally, he looked up. "What was that ? Gleam! You're my Big Sister Best Friend Forever!"
Gleaming Shield huffed. "You really never caught on, did you? Dusk, I love you!"
There were another few moments, before he croaked "I think I'll take some of that wine, thanks. I... need a moment."
Gleaming Shield sat on the corner of the bed, looking at a picture of her younger brother from six years ago, with them standing together. She stood in her Second Lieutenant's uniform, proud of having just graduated. Her mother stood there with her newest book while her father sat in his wheelchair, tired yet proud of his entire family. Between all of them stood Dusk Shine, his eyes bright and a grin from ear to ear as he clutched the letter stating his acceptance as Princess Celestia's newest student. Never had she seen him so happy, and she had let loose quite a bit of her trademarked 'liquid pride'. All of them were so proud together, and her father had passed away four days later, content with his children's achievements.
Now, she had screwed up. She was a freak, in love with her brother, who she had kissed on the mouth after dragging him to a nudist resort just to ditch the clothes. The worst part was she did not feel guilty over any of that. She felt guilty that she may have hurt the one she loved most of all, and dragged him along with her.
Suddenly, there was a light knock on the door. "Um, Gleam? Can we talk?"
She looked up, heart stopping again. "Come on in. I think we should."
Dusk opened the door, trying to focus his eyes. Every cell in his body was telling him that this was a bad idea, but the bottle of wine he had already drank was muddling his thoughts. As usual, when he was informed that his conclusions were wrong due to missed information, he had a tendency to go over all his information in a new light. For the last two hours, he had walked through the retreat and thought of every interaction he had with her over the last nine days, before rethinking the last few years. With his new filter, several things had become clear; with his newly liberated ideas thanks to this resort, he had begun to realize something new about his sister. When in his right mind, he could have written a thesis on her, using many fancy words.
Right now, all he could come up with was two words:
"You're hot" he blurted. Concentrating, he closed the door behind him and walked over. Setting the empty bottle down, he gave a light belch before sitting next to her. "I, um..."
She looked at him. A few moments later, he looked up, his wide eyes searching hers. "I'm sorry, Gleam. I'm sorry for... for not noticing you. I mean... P-princess Celestia says that love is one of the most important things ever... even more than the Six Old Elements... but love means you h-have to know them... and pay attention. But... you're my sister!"
She sighed. "I know. Look... I have never been more proud of anypony than I am of you. Even myself! All I had to do is lift some weights, run a bunch, and learn to swing a halberd. You... you put years of effort into memorizing spells and stuff! Stuff I could never do!"
Dusk flushed a deeper crimson. "It's not all that much..." he mumbled. "Really, I mean you got that shield spell! You kept it up for an hour and a half on your first try...I couldn't keep it up for more than a minute! And you stopped a carriage with it!"
She grinned. "I did didn't I? Remember that time you turned mom and dad into vegetation?"
"Yeah, I've been trying to forget that. Why do you keep throwing that one at me?" Dusk said, looking abashed.
"Hey, I'll stop using that when it stops being funny." They shared a smile, forgetting for a moment what was happening.
Four seconds passed, then ten, before Gleaming Shield's face resolved into a more neutral expression. She looked away, trying to figure out how to explain a matter of the heart, something she was not used to. "Listen, Dusky... I meant what I said. I won't deny it, even if most others would consider it wrong. Growing up, you had nopony but me. I remember you coming home in tears after school, and I remember scaring the piss out of Starfire when he and his goons tried to get that magic dampener on you and put you in the toilet. All my life, I have tried to be there for you, and the year and a half I spent in officer training and various duties, apart from you, were hard for me. I didn't know how your studies were going, even though I had faith you would be the best student ever. Then... I got a visit from a Dream Watcher, one of the Lunar Pegasi that took over Luna's duties when she got banished. I... had been having some dreams."
Dusk remained silent as his sister talked, spilling years of feelings. "I... dreamed about you and me, doing... more than just playing around. And... I think that is why Celestia helped put this together. You know she and Luna were... close, before the banishment. But I guess what I am saying is that I love you, and nothing can change that. Not time, distance, or how others see it. I don't intend to take out an ad in the paper professing what I want, but... Dusk, by all the stars, I want you-" she said, before a gentle tug pulled her head around, and once again, she was locking lips with her brother. His eyes were tightly closed, but for the first time, his arms were around her. This one only lasted a few moments before he pulled back, and then crawled over into her lap, resting his head on her breasts.
"You talk too much."
The tension in the room broke, and a rush of warm feelings flooded her. Her ears ringing again, she wrapped an arm around his shoulders, and another under his posterior as she rotated them around in the bed, enjoying the close proximity. His trembling had stopped, and his breathing was now even, though the smell of the wine was still on his breath.
"I never told you... around you, I always feel safe. I knew you loved me... even if I didn't realize it was like this . So... if you want this, then so do I."
Slowly, he looked up, before gently pushing her over backwards until her head rested on the pillow, and he lay on top of her prone body. "I've never... been with anypony before... but I've r-read some books..."
"I'll bet you have. I've been through your stuff plenty of times, remember?" she said, running her hands through his mane, which was much longer than most stallions kept theirs. Between them, she could feel his stallionhood waking up, firming against her and reassuring her that he was, in fact, starting to get into the mood. "You know, you are a lot less... active, than most stallions I know. You have no idea how many times I have walked into the barracks to see two ponies going at it like rabbits."
He pulled a face. "Ugh, can you NOT bring up other ponies and their... activities right now? I... I want this to just be us, okay?"
She smiled and nodded. "Of course, little brother best friend forever."
"I... did read about something that a book said mares like..."
"Oh? Do tell. I love it when you talk about your books" she smirked, remarking upon their age-old debate over studies versus soldiering. "What is this think I will love so much?"
After another short kills, Dusk Shine slowly slid down her body, never breaking eye contact, before pushing her legs apart. Finally, he looked down at the juicy prize hidden in her cleft, one ripe for the taking. The smell coming off of her was incredible this close, and with her arousal level she was unsurprisingly damp down there. She flexed her toes, feeling an ice-like thrill run down her spine as her brother's breath blew across her snatch, until he leaned down. "Please, Dusk. Don't be late for your duty..."
He flinched, purple face red with excitement and the forbidden act he was about to do. What will she taste like? I read it is kinda salty and musky... I don't know if I will like it. What if I am no good? I mean, I read the techniques, and I know the anatomy from my 101 ways to please a mare, but... theory and practice are so different! Maybe I should ask- he thought, before being cut off.
Her hands reached down, pulling his muzzle right into her groin as she groaned, locking her knees behind his head. "Dammit Dusk! I NEED this! If there was a point of no return, you already passed it!"
Finally, his restraint broke. His tongue darting out, he sampled his sister's forbidden fruit for the first time. Its taste was... unexpectedly pleasant, and while he had never had something like it before, it was somehow familiar. Her odor, a faint mix of sweat, deodorant, and a light mint perfume, filled his nostrils along with her pheromones given off by her arousal. His contact caused her legs to twitch, and her to shiver. He looked up, before burying his face in her, running his tongue up and down her slit. At the top was the small nub he guessed was her cloiteris, supposedly a sensitive part if half a dozen books could be relied upon. After a moment, he cautiously pursed his lips around it and gave a gentle suckle. The effect was electric, as her back arched and her legs stiffened, before locking harder around his neck with her knees squishing his head against her harder. Her gasp told him everything he needed to know, and the flood of liquid rubbed off on his nose. Horomones did their work, and his libido went into overdrive as he greedily lapped away at her. Her breath came quicker and quicker as she finally opened her eyes, staring down between her legs at her brother's head between her legs.
It was just like she had dreamed, and yet so much better. "Nopony... has ever... done that for me, before... ever!" she gasped, before reaching up and rubbing her breasts, trying to push herself to greater heights. "Dusk... where in tartarus did you learn this!"
He didn't reply, instead continuing. Finally, when the pleasure became too great, she pushed his head away, skin flushed from her head to her waist, looking nearly like a sunburn as she tried to calm herself. He pulled back, and the normal calculating intelligence in his eyes was replaced by pure lust. His face was covered in her fluids as he drew breath rapidly. "A-are you okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?" he said, struggling to keep his thoughts steady through a fog of alchohol and testosterone.
"Sweet Molestia no! If the magic thing doesn't work out, you got a career as either an ice-cream taster... or a consort!"
For a moment, he froze, before surprising her with a girlish giggle. "A C-consort?"
"Dusk... I'm sorry about this" she said, making up her mind.
"For wha-aaaaaaugh!" he cried as she suddenly leaned forward, grabbed him under his arms, and hauled him up over her, before rolling over and pinning him just like her hand to hand combat training. Her lusty eyes peered down at him, and her body was feverish as she leaned down, kissing him again. "This. Something tells me you might forgive me though..."
She finally pulled herself up, sitting just below his waist, before leering down at her prize. "You know... I don't think I've ever seen somepony stand at attention that well for me... maybe it is time for inspection. Normally... this is the part where the mare returns the favor from before, but I think that for once, I'll skip right to dessert."
She leaned down, giving it a single long, slurping lick, causing him to shudder and moan, before she moved forward over him. Lifting herself slightly, she used her magic to move him into position. Her snatch, already moist, offered no resistance as she lined him up leaned down, showering him with small kisses again before he surprised her, reaching up and kissing her deeply. This time, he probed her with his tongue, pushing past her lips while she ground against him. Slowly, she came closer and closer to filling her desire, and quenching the fire in her loins.
"Gleam... I... I love you so much... I'm ready. Wait... isn't the v-virgin supposed to say 'be gentle?'"
She smiled, moving her cropped mane out of her eyes. "I'll treat you like an alicorn prince, Dusky."
Finally, she stopped dead, before sinking down on his member. Both of their breathing stopped for a moment while they adjusted; her to the realization of a dream, and him to the feeling of his first time. Finally, they both inhaled. "Dusk... That's amazing. You're amazing. Dusk, I... Dusk, this is-" she said, before giving a yelp as she felt him twitch inside of her. As Dusk looked up, his eyes caught sight of her assets, bouncing slightly as she ground herself over his length. Seeing this, she cupped her hands under them, emphasizing them while she grinned. "See something you like?"
"I... yeah, I do" he murmured, before she leaned down, granting him access. Gently, he began to suckle on her as she rode him. Finally, they were together, in the most intimate of acts. The most forbidden, as well, though this thought was hardly flashing through their minds as she rode him, quicker and quicker. Suddenly, however, Dusk pulled away gasping. "W-wait!"
Gleaming Shield groaned, forcing herself to a stop. "I... Sh-shouldn't we u-use protection? G-Gleam... W-what if... what if I g-get you-" he said, before she grabbed him in another fierce kiss. "Hush. You talk way, way too much. Do you trust me?"
Surprisingly, without hesitation, he found himself nodding. Besides, there was no way in the nine layers of tartarus that they were going to stop now. Already, he could feel himself starting to leak a bit. "Yes! Of course... Gleam, t-thanks... I don't know how much... longer I can k-keep it up" he gasped, squeezing her sides and shifting under her, before pressing upwards suddenly, surprising her.
"Ooh! A bit of fire, hmm? Don't worry... Just let me take care of you, just like I always have. Just relax..." she said. The rest was quiet moans while she began to work her way to a climax, the impending wave larger than she had ever felt before. Finally, her hands sought his, and she pressed their palms together, intertwining their fingers. as she leaned down, nipping gently at his ear. "Get ready..."
His moans and whimpers grew in volume along with her vocalizations as the fire built up. Suddenly, Gleaming Shield gasped, her eyes going wide as saucers while her back arched and she cried out. Dusk joined her, pulling on her hands until she fell over on top of him, and he felt her marehood constrict around his length. "Dusk! Please!"
Finally, with a cry of sheer joy, Dusk Shine felt himself twitching down below. With a long gasp, he finished, flooding her canal with his seed. Never before had he come so hard in his life, and the feeling was indescribable. Deep in his mind, his subconsious tried to keep up with the sensations until it finally gave up, surrendering to the feeling. With one last shudder, she went limp on him, her breath coming in fits and spurts while sweat stuck their skin together. Without pulling off of him, she wrapped her legs around under his and pulled him into a deep hug, pulling his face between her breasts and sighing. "Dusk... that was amazing."
There was no reply, and she listened intently. His breathing was very regular, and he simply murmured indistinctly before burying his face deeper in her cleavage. With a contented sigh, she used her magic to pull the blanket over both of them. Enjoying the feeling of his warmth in her and his slowly softening member, she extinguished the lamp and settled in for a long sleep. Perhaps this trip was not a waste after all.
"Whew," remarked a certain while alicorn, magicking the mirror back over to her vanity cabinet. "Thank goodness for scrying spells! I've got to get on that."
Author's Note
Blowjobs are overused. I didn't use one here. Once again, I am not apologizing.
Also, have a free
