Author's Note

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Chapter 1: Evening Explorations

Dusk Shine was a curious colt. His inquisitive nature went hoof in hoof with his intelligence, so it was to be expected. He assaulted his tutors with questions about many things, menial and complex. The unicorn oft found himself confounded by their reluctance or outright refusal to answer them. A frequent excuse to their tight-lipped silence to satiate his curiosity was something frustratingly outside of his control: age. He hated being young, almost as much as he hated adults gatekeeping his mind to their forbidden troves of knowledge! However, it all came to a head one day. His ears picked up a particular word from the whispers of some older colts at the school. It was spoken with such secrecy, such an air of taboo, that Dusk simply couldn’t help himself on trying to find the answer.

It should have been simple. It was but a single word, yet, none would deign to give him an answer. Some even reprimanded him for saying it out loud! The word? Cunt. The harshness of it, the way it could make even the most mature of adults shrink away from him, almost gave him a feeling of power! If only it was not offset immediately by the fact he clearly hadn't, having seen the walls of the detention room more than once. However, he cared not for a clean record, moreso to fulfil his need for the truth! Dictionary? No definition. Stallions? Blushes and stutters. Mares? Offence and glares. Finally, having lost all hope, he consulted the only stallion in his life he could rely on for boundless knowledge.

“Lord Solaris?” Dusk asked innocently, the alicorn with a mane of fire was sorting through tomes, perusing over the spines.

“Yes, Dusk Shine?” the stout alicorn replied, his voice a deep and pleasant timbre, so lost in his scholarly exploration he didn’t offer the young colt by his side even a cursory glance.

“What’s a cunt?”

“That’s a vulgar term for what’s in a mare’s private area- WHAT?!”

Blast! The alicorn exploded at him right after, and punished the young colt with a page of lines, front and back. It was certainly a forbidden piece of knowledge all right. Fortunately, in his mentor’s half-attention, he was accidentally given a clue to parse over. ‘A mare’s private area.’ Just what were mares hiding in their private area? No wonder they acted so defensively about it, it was a secret they were keeping all to themselves! But the colt was resourceful and smart. He’d have to plan a heist...

Dusk had acted as he normally had after school was finished. He did his chores, conversed with his mother and father about his day - leaving out the obvious details that were best left unsaid - before disappearing upstairs after family dinner. As far as his parents were concerned, he was studying… well, he was studying, couldn’t neglect that... but he wouldn’t be going to sleep right after! He’d remain awake, patiently awaiting for the correct moment to enact his plan...

Eventually, dusk became night, and with his ear to the door, the colt heard the sound of his sibling showering, sighing with blatant fatigue, and her clops as she disappeared into her room for the night. After a while, Dusk peeked through a crack in his door. Moonlight illuminated the path to his sister’s domain. It was often locked to outsiders, especially Dusk, but it was a Friday. Drills and theory tests. In her fatigue Gleaming often forgot to lock the door, throwing herself onto her bed and falling into an extremely deep sleep - a fact Dusk Shine never took advantage of… until tonight. He crept from his room, and snaked along the ground, like some sort of ground-bound reptile.

When he finally reached his sister’s door, he weaselled his head through the crack. His sibling’s room was dark, but it wasn’t hard to notice Gleaming’s stark white coat, especially in the low light where it seemed almost to glow. She was snoozing on her bed, of course. It looked as though she had been tossed atop the covers like a discarded doll; one of her fore hooves hung off, her head thrown back as her chest rose and fell with her unabashed and ungracefully loud snores.

Assured with the knowledge she was as deep into sleeping as Dusk was with a good book, he traipsed forward into ‘den’. He was wary not to make any noise, and kept his breaths shallow lest he roused her. He climbed onto her bed, his hind legs flailing as he struggled to pull himself up, finally pulling onto the foot of his sister’s bed with a slight grunt; clambering to his hooves and feeling a swell of pride at accomplishing the first stretch of his mission. However, the dumb smile he wore shrank into something a lot more timid when he landed his eyes on his sister.

The opening of her bedroom door allowed a modicum of moonlight to bathe over her. The result was something the colt hadn’t quite expected. The light obviously disturbed her sleep, her head rolling onto her cheek to avoid the moon’s ethereal glow in her closed eyes, but it seemed to give her some serenity in her slumber. Her breathing became more gentle, no longer snoring quite as loudly. Whilst her feminine form was an illusion for what was beneath - pure strength and brawn - she maintained an elegance found in only the truest of mares, upholding her own unique beauty; even if Dusk’s eyes still perceived her as ‘icky’, he had to admit…

She was awful pretty.

He almost blanched at the admission, shaking his head as he reaffirmed why he came here to begin with. He had to discover what the elusive ‘cunt’ was, and he knew the clues thus far lead him to a ‘mare’s private area’. And, if a mare’s ‘area’ was the same as a colt’s ‘area’, then that would mean there was only one place that could be…

His eyes, which had been locked firmly on her face, began their slow and steady descent down the mare’s form. Her gently rising chest, her slender stomach. He noted a pair of small protrusions through his sister’s ivory coat, two pink little nubs. He hadn’t a clue what they were, probably just a distraction from his true goal. He let his eyes descent further still. Her flanks, and then finally, her private area. Nestled at the junction of her thighs, Dusk Shine’s eyes became acquainted with something that both confused and captured him entirely.

Two, plump, light grey lips.

The snatch was also joined with a perineum and puffy sphincter, but Dusk’s attention was focused squarely on his sister’s cunt. He lowered to his belly and slid along, approaching the delicate flower with furrowed brows and open eyes; completely enthralled by his own interest, and sight of the dainty labia. He got so close that his breaths glanced off the delicate soft skin, and he could feel its radiating heat against his own muzzle. Was this was a ‘cunt’ was? Was this what the mare’s were keeping secret? Questions surfaced, more so than his brain could comprehend, and he knew of only one way to get answers: Physical examination.

His hoof was filled with a shy trepidation as it inched forwards towards her. He poked one of the puffy lips and flinched; expecting an immediate reaction from his sister. But none occurred. Releasing his relieved sigh, the colt peered at the vulva with scrutiny and intrigue. Aside from the obvious fact it wasn’t at all like what he had between his legs, the colt was surprised at how soft it felt, and wanted to touch it again.

Unbeknownst to him however, there was a reaction from Gleaming. An internal reaction. Her dream, what once was some action fuelled romp of a self-aggrandised unicorn mare on a war-torn battlefield… until a pink shadow charged through the enemy line and scooped her up. Before she could register what had occurred, she was on a bed, one far larger than her own. Armour had been replaced for lingerie, and her captor’s eyes looked upon her sensually; burning with lust. Her hooves hovered over her chest, her hind legs parting suddenly in submissive presentation. A pink silhouette climbed over her, the horn and wings making the individual unmistakably reminiscent of her crush. However, as he leant down to kiss her, her hooves wrapped around his back and she rolled until she was on top; her dream self giving the figure below her a cocky smirk, her muzzle lowering down…

Poke.

Dusk pressed his hoof against the tender flower, squeezing and pressing against the mound in such a way it could have been construed as a massage. Really, he just liked how it felt. Continuing his examination, he pulled at the outer lip, his brows rising at the sight of the pussy’s tender pink insides. Intriguing. His other hoof joined the first at pulling the adjacent lip, and he became wide-eyed at the sight. There was a hole! It wasn’t a wound, certainly. It looked drilled in, yet wholly natural. Did all mares have slots like this? The more he tried to find answers he only unearthed more questions it would seem.

With pursed lips and curious stare, he wondered what would happen if he plugged up his sister’s hole…

Slowly, he glided one of his hooves over the tender pink flesh - the act sending small jolts of pleasurable electricity throughout the sleeping mare - until finally the tip of his hoof could pass into her, and immediately the colt went wide eyed. His sister’s twat was taut, and the walls seemed almost to clamp, flex around him as if on reflex. It was as though her canal was merely another muscle that had been trained and strengthened like the rest of her. With this new development in mind, his eyes immediately rose from his sister’s cunt to her face, and saw that her normally white cheeks had taken on a hue of pink. That wasn’t even taking into account that her chest was rising and falling quicker than it was before.

Was this her body’s natural defence to his spelunking? This was bad. Gently, he tried to pull his hoof from her... but he couldn’t! She had clamped around him, squeezing, as if she wanted to bring more of him into her. He pulled and he pulled, until she began to leak and wetten around him embedded limb. He thought the moist secretion was acid, until his nostrils picked up a thick dense scent instead. It made his head feel fuzzy, and his heart quicken… Poison gas! He continued to pull softly, applying more pressure, his hoof nudging back and forth as he tried to pull it free… then it happened. He flinched, something wet flicking across his muzzle; frightened by something that suddenly revealed itself to him.

It was a large pink nub, like a button, that seemed to come from nowhere. Her clit winked, his sister suddenly moaned; her walls eased on their clamping. Seizing the opportunity, Dusk pulled his hoof free. He gave a sigh of relief, but his attention was drawn straight to his hoof right after. Sticky. His hoof was covered in a slick wet juice of sorts. He brought it to his muzzle, inhaling the scent, and felt dizzy by its overpowering aroma. It was sweet smelling, but the aroma was as dense as a bushel of flowers…

He wanted to lick it.

It was something of an imperative, disgust was a fleeting emotion, for the nectar that covered his hoof looked like honey to his eyes - sweet, and mouth wateringly delicious. He brought it to his mouth, dragging his tongue over his limb, scraping against the marecum. At last, he understood the secrecy, why mares were so intent on keeping this secret close to their chests. The way the flavour danced on his tongue, the rush of excitement that washed over his young body. He recalled a definition in his head, the only one suitable to describe the taste. Mares had literal ambrosia between their legs!

Dusk continued to lap at his sister’s juices, feeling a sense of vindication; literally tasting the answer he had been searching for upon his limb. However, the sense of high he got from the musty taste, soon licking his own fur and hoof. He looked to his sister’s twat, the moist core of her femininity looked so much more inviting now. His hooves went back to spreading her apart, the quick and sudden motion eliciting a subdued moan from the sleeping mare’s mouth. Her dreams a mere phantom of the actual experience, having never actually had sex, there was vague thrusting from the stallion of her desire; yet the mare felt herself grow hotter and hotter as her pleasure inexplicably mounted.

Dusk’s breath were shallow, as though his lungs were quarter the size they were before. His sister’s honeypot glistened with feminine nectar, and he suddenly felt parched. He spared no seconds in allowing his tongue to fly past his lips, pressing into her soft pink folds. He felt nothing but complete euphoria at tasting his sibling’s most intimate product. His tongue passed over the love passage, her urethra, covering all of her pinkness with his own. Gleaming moaned, Dusk barely listened. Gleaming could feel herself experiencing the most rapturous pleasure of her life, her dream becoming less and less coherent was she was slowly drawn from it. Less of the pink stallion was visible, soon replaced with a faint flat white that wasn’t unfamiliar from her bedroom ceiling; half awake, half in dream.

Dusk continued to lick. It was a messy endeavour, his untrained muscle becoming coated with his sister’s sweet secretions. He liked feeling Gleaming’s puss against his lip, yet he didn’t know why. As he licked, he felt his sister’s winking cunt buzzer press against his muzzle, and an idea popped into his head. His lips felt around for his sister’s nub, eventually clasping around it as the button exposed itself; sucking on it like a teat. His tongue lashed and whipped against the bud, slurping greedily on his sister’s ambrosia. Gleaming, of course, reacted to this new assault of stimuli from the unwitting colt. Her hips rose, pushing against Dusk’s mouth as her strong thighs locked around the colt’s head.

“Oh, Bolero,” Gleaming cooed out the name with a sultry moan, pushing against Dusk in her half-asleep stupor.

“Mmph!” Dusk grunted in panic. Was she awake? His eyes looked upwards, his sister still asleep, although he saw the largest of smiles on her face; a goofy grin.

When Dusk Shine ceased to lick, he felt his sister’s thighs press tighter against his cheeks, and her expression becoming distinctly… dissatisfied. The colt moved his tongue, and felt her form shiver, and a gasp escape her lips as her thighs loosened their grip around him. Curious. He did it again, and again, each one provoked a positive reaction from the mare. Did she like this? Do all mares like having their ‘cunts’ licked? Then why are they so secretive? Dusk was sure if all stallions knew of the delicious liquid between a mare’s legs they’d happily lick them. Hmm, but then there could be a shortage... Maybe mares could share this secret to somepony special, and then have them do it for them! Then they’d both be happy!

As Dusk thought on this, his tongue kept licking at the delicate bud, encouraged by his sister’s moaning of all things. He circled the pink pearl, polishing it with his tongue before he began to lightly gnaw it between his teeth; surprising it eventually as he brutalised it with many uncoordinated licks. The pleasure was so great that Gleaming was taken further and further from her dream. Less did she attribute her pleasure to the dream stallion pounding away at her cunt, and instead to a small tongue running up and down her slit, a pair of lips squeezing around her ecstasy bud. Dusk sucked and tongue lashed the clit, even when words began to flow from his sister’s lips.

“Yes... yes... yes...” the mare’s voice became like a piston, repeating the same word over and over as her pleasure continued to escalate into its inevitable crescendo. Her eyes parted fully to blurry vision, recognising that something was occurring between her thighs, making the ecstasy she felt in her dream all the more real. Groggily, and panting, Gleaming looked downwards as she propped herself up. She blinked, blinked away her blurry vision and adjusting her sight to the low light. Then, when she saw a pair of familiar violet eyes looking back at her, she blinked again. Even though eye contact was made the stimuli didn’t stop, and the situation was so ridiculous, so insane, that clarity was slow to embrace her… then, when it finally did... “D-Dusk!? What are you- ahh!”

Gleaming’s back arched as the unwanted orgasm crashed into her like a wave hits a cliff edge. It rocked her very body, giving her a sensation not unlike being electrocuted, only far less electrifying. The orgasmic sensation travelled up each and every nerve, and emptied her lungs like a swift punch to her stomach. Her body couldn’t help but push itself against her brother’s maw, whose suckling only strengthened as he was rewarded with a gush of marecum over his muzzle. Gleaming felt so inexplicably fatigued, that she was forced to suffer the afterglow, and Dusk’s continued oral ministrations. Willing herself up, she looked down to Dusk, teeth bared, and her white cheeks a bright shade of red - humiliation and anger combined as one.

“Dusk!” she barked, just like her drill instructor would, glaring at him with a never before seen fury.

Dusk Shine parted from his sister’s nub with an audible pop, looking up at his sister with knitted brows and a frown. “What?”

Gleaming blinked, almost taken aback by the confusion in his tone. “W-what are you doing?!”

Looking smug, the colt gave a half-smile. “I found your secret,” he nodded, eyes closed with certainty.

Shaking her head, her breaths becoming a pant as panic consumed her, Gleaming paused to blink. “What?”

“I found the cunt!” he proclaimed excitedly. “It took me a while, and I even got detention for asking around-”

“This is what your detentions were for!?”

“But after some research and careful planning, I was able to locate it,” he explained casually, prodding at his sister’s nether lips with his hoof, before pointing said hoof at his sister. “Not even you could hide it from me!”

Gleaming was left speechless, her lower jaw flapping uselessly as she tried to think of any words to say in such a surreal situation. Having no response, she just shook her head violently, slamming her hind legs together so fast that Dusk backed away with a flinch. “Get. Out.”

Dusk blinked. “I thought you were liking it-”

“Out, out, out!” she demanded, firm and loud, her horn sparked with her fury.

Dusk Shine had never seen his sister like this before, and felt his form quiver with fear. Wordlessly, he hopped down from his sibling’s bed and galloped out, across the hall and back into his room; closing the door shut behind him. The colt then hid beneath his bed covers, wondering what he should do; his sister’s excretions still plastered over his face.

Gleaming watched him go, shutting her door closed with a flicker of her horn, before turning onto her side. After a while her breathing slowed, anger and panic becoming lesser, worry joining them. Her brother had… licked her, down there. A place that, certifiably, no other stallion had touched. This was not only wrong, but also illegal. Was she supposed to tell somebody? She quickly threw any notion of that away. She kept going over it in her head. He had no idea what he was doing, and that’s what threw her off. It wasn’t the machinations of some night rapist, it was the naive and unexpectedly idiotic actions of her brother. And even though she tried to resist the thought, she couldn’t help but acknowledge that it certainly felt good - her juices plastering the insides of her thighs were testament to that, which just made everything all the more confusing.

Clasping her eyes shut, she resolved to let her future-self deal with Dusk Shine. She hadn’t settled on anything just yet, but she knew how to avoid future instances of this. It would probably be the most difficult mission she’d ever be tasked with, at least until she became an actual guard. That mission? Teaching her brother all about the birds and the bees...

Solaris help her.