Hidden Desire

Water.

Water flowing.

The gentle trickle of flowing water turned into a gush as the pipes sounded their concern through the cloud walls above Fluttershy’s head. Through her closed eyes, she could see the creeping light of the new morning, a burning yellow as the sun crept over the tops of the Cloudsdale Heights.

Somepony knocked at her door, and a gentle voice whispered, muffled, through the thin halls. “Fluttershy, dear,” It was mom. “It’s time to get up,” she sung.

Fluttershy groaned. Today, why did it have to be today? She rolled onto her side, putting her back to the door as she pulled the sheets higher to shield her face from that wretched. She knew they were both starting flight school today, but why ever did they have to get up so early? “J-Just a five more minutes, mom...” she groused.

The door creaked open and head poked into the room. She could feel the mare’s presence as she approached the bas of the bed, and put a hoof down at her side. “Come on, dear,” she said. “You don’t want to be late. Zephyr has already started the raincloud, and you know how much trouble that’s going to be if you miss your turn...”

It was true. Ever since moving here from Pegiapolis, they’d constantly had to deal with a shortage of water—which was odd. She always thought they would have lots of water! Isn’t that why they lived in clouds!?

“Ugh...” Fluttershy groaned again. She really didn’t want to get up now, but it wasn’t her position to argue. It was a special day and she’d already spent all her fighting energy on staying up late the previous night—despite some ponies’ advice. She gentle pushed her book—the Daring Adventures of Mrs Doo—under her pillow and rolled over, then put a tired smile on her face as she shoved the sheets aside. “F-Fine...” she said, rubbing the sleep from her eye.

Mrs. Shy smiled and stood from her position beside the bed. She dusted her hocks and trotted back to the door, shouting behind her as she went. “Breakfast will be in fifteen,” she said.

Fluttershy sat up straight on the bed, watching until her mother was well out of sight. Once the door had crept shut behind her, she breathed a sigh of relief and rolled back under the sheets. “Juuuust five more minutes...” She closed her eyes with the sound of rain falling a few rooms over to rock her back to a short sleep

Five minutes later, Fluttershy was standing in the passageway with her towel slung over her back and loofah hanging from the strap around her wrist. She’d vacated her room shortly after father had ‘convinced’ her to wake up, and was now standing outside the only bathroom with a frown as she waited for Zephyr to finish washing up.

There was already a rising commotion down the hall, where pots and pan worked together to craft their breakfast and she could hear the flurry of feathers and hooves as they scuttled back and forth to get the table set.

And yet, here she was, waiting for the bathroom. Again.

She knocked.

FWAP, FWAP, FWAP

Evidently clouds were not very good for knocking. She tried again, putting a little of her own magic into the tough.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK

“Zephyr, hurry up!” she shouted, “We’re going to be late!”

There wasn’t any immediate response. She certainly didn’t hear the classic ‘keep your feathers on, sis!’ that Zephyr would always come back with, or even the nicest snide remark about her being the only one in the house who hadn’t taken off yet.

Instead, there was just the continued pitter-patter of the raincloud as it dumped its hot contents out. Her hot contents. “Zephyr!” she shouted again, knocking repeatedly, “Hurry up! You’re going to use all the hot water again!”

On the last beating, the door lurched and cracked ajar, letting out a soft moan. It wasn’t much, just the cut-off end of a word, she assumed, but a word all the same. This caused Fluttershy’s ears to prick, and her attention to peak. “Uh, Zephyr?” she asked.

She leaned an ear to the door.

The water was still there, now a drumming din as the sound beat through the walls and the doors at the same time. She could also hear what sounded like splashing. He could possibly be taking a bath? That was cheating!

“Hey!” She pushed the door, cracking it an inch further. “Zephyr, you better not be—” She froze in her tracks, her cheeks blushing bright red as her eyes aligned with the narrow slat.

As the door crept slightly further, she caught a glimpsed of her brother. He was leaned against the wall of the tip. His head was down, and his hooves were on... something. They were moving up and down in a pistoning motion as the young colt gasped and shook, his breath in short pants interspersed by cute little moans.

His wings had just started to come in, and they were arching spread-eagle upon his back, all while the hot water continued running over him adding a mist of rising steam between him and herself.
She’d seen him before, of course. It was hard not to catch a glimpse every now and then, but she’d never before seen him... aroused. It was strange to think of her brother like that, but all the same, now that she could see it—him, she couldn’t resist.

He was so preoccupied in his own task that he hadn’t noticed the door crack ajar—a bout of luck Fluttershy silently thanked the goddesses for not being caught. She tentatively pushed the door futher, affording a slightly better angle. She could see his balls, and jus the tiniest bit of something dark hanging just out of science behind his tale.

Fluttershy bit her lip. Her lungs were beginning to burn and she quickly let out her breath, fully forgotten how to breath. She could feel herself getting hotter from the warm air blowing rom inside the bathroom, and it was starting to affect her in other places.

She adjusted her stance, instinctively letting her tail move more freely as the warmth began to glow. A niggle of a thought struck her, something she’d heard of other ponies doing, but never tried herself. She reached a foreleg back, to gently touch her own—

“Fluttershy!” A mare’s voice scolded her and she was tugged, roughly, away from the bathroom door by her mother’s rough hooves. “What have we told you about snooping? It’s rude! Let your brother finish!”

Fluttershy awoke with a start to the faintest plink of a window latch being set shut. Her heart was racing and she was covered in a clammy cold sweat. The bed felt cold around her, and s shiver ran up her back reminding her that this was the real world. She’d momentarily felt like there was a presence beside her, like somepony had been watching her in her dreams, but now as she looked around, she found herself alone, in the dark, in her own bedroom.

No, not her own bedroom, but a bedroom. It was missing a lot of the familiar sensations, the smells of her cottage at home and the... sense, as it were of being at home.

She loosened her grip slightly, letting the covers slide back from over her shoulder as she rolled onto her back and transitioned to a sitting upright position. The thin rays of the morning sun were creeping into the room, casting a swatch of broken blocks of light across the lower part of the bed. Some of the moon’s light was still visible, though fading now as Luna yielded the night to her sister.

If she were to guess, it must have been about 5 or 6 AM, too early to get up, but also too late to justify going back to bed. So instead she leaned back against the pillow and turned her attention outwards, gazing across the room to take stock of her surroundings.

There was dresser in the back corner, barely illuminated in the sun’s light, with an equally startled-looking Fluttershy staring back at her from an equally as unfamiliar place. Several bags, backed and stacked, in the background behind her counterpart hinted at the first clue: they were still in the hotel.

She’d spent a lot of the night before, much to her own begrudging, packing her things at Twilight’s direction. The mare insisted that they had to get back to Ponyville this morning.

Fluttershy sighed in defeat. She rolled back into the bed and pulled the covers up over her form, holding them tight. She made to flex her wings beneath her, tucking them in comfortably at her sides, just in the crutch between her back and the mattress and let the calm of the early morning overtake her.

Her eyes drifted closed, and the images of her dreams flashed though her mind. She was back home—not Ponyville home, but her home home. They place she’d grown up alongside Zephyr with. She could still remember the finer details of her bedroom though they were starting fade and blur as the waking world took her.

What stuck the longest, though, were the emotions, the sensations. She remembered being frustrated at her mother—a common occurrence of her youth—and she remembered being flustered. A small tingling started at the base of her tail and went through her body like a tiny shockwave of pleasure.

She remembered going to the bathroom—no, outside the bathroom, and she saw—

Her eyes shot open and went straight ahead, staring wide-eyed at the ceiling.

The bed was wet.

A deep blush started around her cheeks and slowly spread from there as she silently mouthed to the room.

“It was just a dream? Wasn’t?”

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“No.”

“No, it couldn’t be.” Zephyr was lying on his back staring at the cracks in the ceiling above his bed. He didn’t know for sure what time it was—it felt like he hadn’t slept at all that night. His mind just kept whirling, running over the same things again and again. His mouth was dry as the dread wracked his system. Somewhere, somewhere out in that city, Fluttershy was sleeping in her own bed, likely not even thinking about him after what had happened, but he couldn’t forget.

First the photo, and now this, the sensations of fucking his own sister, having her there, holding her, loving her, making love to her, it wracked his brain. It felt disgusting, he felt disgusting, but at the same time it made him feel... good?

It was like he’d acted on some secret desire, some taboo attraction he’d never wanted to admit to himself. She was the only mare who understood him. All the others either came to date Zephyr Breeze for his rugged good looks and his dazzling charisma, but she? She liked him for who he was, she knew him at his lowest and still accepted him.

It was his duty to do everything he could to make it up to her, to help her in the only ways a brother knew how, like how she took care of him in his time of need. And to help her get over her... troubled, it felt right.

But at the same time, it was Fluttershy.

The monotonous thump, thump, thump of Vinyl’s base started up again through the floor below. It was joined by a beating of drums and the sounds of ponies dancing and hollering in ecstatic bliss. They must have gotten a new shipment of acid, he through to himself.

Zephyr rolled onto his side. Her pulled the blankets over his head and counted. “Five, four, three, two...”

An alarm sounded in the apartment next door on the left, joined in synchronous with the crying of a foal to the right. Somepony slammed their broomstick—Zephyr liked to imagine it was an actual witch—against the floor above, knocking pieces of plaster from the ceiling.

As shrapnel showered down atop Zephyr and his bed, he heard the cranky croak of an old mare screaming down at him. “Keep down that racket, body, or aye don’t want t’ have‘t raise your rent!”

Zephyr groaned. Another start to another day, he thought, and pushed the covers off of his bed. He lurched off the side, momentarily missing a second, large, chunk of plaster as it slammed down right where his head was going to be. He made a point of avoiding the—now broken—shelf above his bed, and side-stepped his nightstand to reach the bathroom.

He unlatched the medicine cabinet. A very tired, and befuddled, Zephyr Breeze stared back at him through the mirror, bags under his eyes and his usual charismatic physic a thing o the past. He practically felt himself growing less attractive. Before long he’d be no less a chick magnet than that asshole in the porn mag’s. What was his name? Prance Bloodblue?

Whoever he was, Zephyr could at least be grateful he wasn’t that guy.

He opened the medicine cabinet and pulled out his toothbrush and toothpaste, squeezed out a little bead, and set to work cleaning his teeth. The crying turned into a whaling sqruaaaach as other ponies began their days. The pipes cried out and groaned in agony as the water was forcefully extruded from their rusting interiors, creating a cacophony of ear-splitting horrors the likes of which only Princess Luna could sleep through.

He spat out the toothpaste and washed his face, turning up to the mirror with a little less of a tired look, but more of a smug, jock-like exhaustion. At least the bags were gone. If he grinned hard enough, ponies might not even be able to tell he’d had little to now sleep in the past three days.

“I really need to move out of this dump.”

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The sun had slowly started to brighten. With every waking moment, Fluttershy could feel the day coming nearer. It had started with the soft light of the sun pushing away the moon, then came the birds chirping and the chattering of ponies outside.

Chariots trundled through the cobbled streets outside as the roads of Manehattan slowly began to come alive; all the while she remained here awake in her bed, staring into space as if in deep thought.

On multiple occasions she spied the rump of a pegasus flying by her window, or the wings of a robin flit through the branches of a tree. She felt the moments drag on agonisingly as she awaited the inevitable.

Any minute now, Twilight’s alarm was about to sound and the mad rush would begin. She’d be sent out of her bed, scrambling to gather all of her things and be ready to go. Twilight had already set their checkout time for eight, to catch the train to Ponyville fifteen minutes after.

It was perfectly-timed to be out of here as fast as possible, and yet, Fluttershy felt like she wasn’t ready. She didn’t want to leave, at least not yet.

The moist spot in the bed had long since begun to dry, and Fluttershy swished her tail beneath the covers feeling for where it had been. That dream she’d had, was different. She could feel it.

After everything that had happened, between herself and Zephyr, she couldn’t just leave that behind. She loved him—such a thing was par and part of the course between siblings, but this somehow felt different, as strange as that sounds. Fluttershy loved her brother.

But did he love her? Did he, in the same way?

He’d had every opportunity to turn her away. He could have said ‘no’ at any time. Did that mean he loved her back? Or was he too ashamed to tell her no?

There was no way she could tell, not without seeing him for at least one last time.

Fluttershy pushed herself out of the bed. She cast one last look at herself in the mirror—the mare that looked back had a deep blush on her cheeks, but also a convicted glint in her eye. She was a mare on a mission.

She unfurled her wings and flicked the latch on the bedroom door, allowing it to swing open as she stepped out into the corridor beyond. Out here, the rest of the apartment was still dark, as if some parts of Luna’s night still remained, just barely hanging onto reality by a thread.

The dim light increased as she tip-toed towards the living room, where Twilight was still curled up in her position on the couch. The Princess had her hooves draped off the edges with only her mane and wings visible in a disorganised messed from Fluttershy’s angle.

The curtains were drawn, giving the entire space it’s dim, diffuse look as Fluttershy carefully crept across the space towards the kitchen area. She unfurled her wings and glided the final distance, before setting down in front of the fridge.

As she cracked the fridge ajar and retrieved the bowl of chillies, there was a loud creak, and the fumbling of blankets from over her back. “F-Fluttershy?” Came a bewildered voice, Twilight’s.

Fluttershy froze in her position. She swallowed, and her stomach began to drop as she slowly turned around to meet eyes with a very tired-looking Twilight Sparkle. The princess had a bad case of the bed-mane and was rubbing her one eye as she squinted over the back of the couch. “What are...” She yawned, and then blinked. “...doing?”

‘Shy gulped, this time more visibly. She felt the blood running from her face as she attempted to hide the bowl behind the back. “N-Nothing...” she lied.

Twilight’s eye narrowed. She lifted herself up over the back of the couch, resting both hooves over the edge as she squinted in Fluttershy’s direction. Through her drowsy daze, she mumbled. “... Is that... the—“

“Nope!” Fluttershy cut her off, if not too abruptly. She started slowly sliding herself sideways towards the exit, keeping eye-contact with Twilight as she plastered an innocent grin across her face. “N-Nope, nothing here! Y-You’re just dreaming...” Fluttershy cooed, “Go to sleeeep, little princessss, and Fl-Flutt...”

Twilight’s ears pricked forward. She blinked for a moment, and her face suddenly went pale. She stood up straight against the back of the couch, wings flared. “Ch-Ch-Chillies!” she screamed, pointing a hoof directly at ‘Shy. “What are you doing with the chillies!?”

Three more steps and Fluttershy was almost to the door. She shook her head, attempting a shrug whilst keeping the bowl out of Twilight’s sight. “Chillies? What are you—” Twilight leapt from her perch on the couch and too flight. Fluttershy squealed. She tipped the entire bowl into her mouth, then dropped it and began chewing. “So sorry I really have to go bye!” Fluttershy shouted after her as made a beeline for the door, mumbling and sweating as the burning hot vegetables began to take their toll.

She slammed the door behind her. There was a slam, and the wall shuddered as somepony—very likely a princess-shaped pony—collided with the far side. Several curses and shouted came muffled through the keyhole as Fluttershy made her escape, shying under the glances of several other curious tenants.

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Fluttershy was already starting to regret her decision. Her mouth and lips were burning hot and itching all over and her loins had reignited with a renewed vigour. She could feel the butterflies building up in her stomach as she exited to the open street. It was like she’d eaten a hoof full of her own cutie marks for breakfast and she was starting to feel queasy.

“Fluuttersssshy!”

Twilight’s voice screamed out over the heavens, causing Fluttershy to stop and pause. She glanced up along the side of the building, spotting a smudge of purple hanging from out one of the balconies, visibly fuming.

Speckles of nose-bleed speckled the pavement in front of her and Fluttershy back up onto the street.

“Get back in here right bucking now!”

“Um, ma’am,” The bellhop—a strapping young stallion in a suit, set aside one of his briefcases to look up at the crazed me. He gestured to Twilight whilst looking at Fluttershy. “You don’t happen to know this ‘Flutter’ pony, do you?”

Fluttershy’s ears lowered slightly, and she fought back the urge to hide under her mane. She backed away from him, slowly turning as she put on a wobbling smile. “N-Nope. Not at all, mister.” She felt her tail beginning to flag as she made for the street, pinning her tail and wings down against her body to hide her shame as she tried with all her might not to look suspicious.

There was a small alleyway across the street from the hotel—she remembered passing it on multiple occasions on the way to Assley Maredison. It cut right across the neighbouring theatre into the combination red-light and medical district of Manehattan. It also had the benefit of being hidden from view of any windows in the hotel.

She hurried down the way, panting and heaving, as she dodged the trash cans and dumpsters. She glanced behind her; just spotting Twilight vanished back into their hotel room before the building was lost between the red and sandstone bricks of the theatre.

She’d bought herself some time, maybe a few minutes. It was unlikely Twilight could have seen her duck in this way, and even is she did guess her destination, the Princess would be taking the longer rough down Mane Road.

Still, she made hasted. There was always the possibility Twilight, with her damned magic, could just scry her location. And if she did that, her plans were up for naught before they could even begin.

Fluttershy was half out of breath by the time she made it to the other side, and a part of her had to kick her for not remembering to fly. She took off and glided the rest of the distance, her aching hooves just grazing the hardened cobble steps of the town park.

Down the last step, and she arrived at her destination, almost. The neon bright light of the Assley Maredison sigh cast an eerily green and blue hue over the storefront, even in the stark light of the sun. The giant dick hung like a teasing symbol of her wants, and Fluttershy couldn’t help but bite her lip as she alighted in front of the entrance.

She approached it slowly. There weren’t any ponies around—not now, at this time of day, and it was quickly obvious why. The revolving front door had been latched shut, with an equally as gaudy, glowing neon sign hung crooked out front reading with the words ‘CLOSED’.

A stallion’s phallus was even etched into the plaque encompassing each letter from the balls around the ‘C’ to the flared head forming the ‘D’. This only served to remind Fluttershy further of her growing desire, and her wanton need.

She had to find another way inside, some staff entrance, or something.

“FLUUUTTTERSSHYYYY!” Twilight screeched over the rooftops, causing her mane and coat to stand on end.

Fluttershy dashed around the side of the building, darting down the little alleyway. She glanced back, around the corner, just in time to see the princess dart past in a blur as she scanned the store-fronts.

She’d have to make this quick.

“Fluttershy?”

Zephyr’s voice spoke up behind her, and Fluttershy froze. Her eyes widened and the butterlies in her stomach did a somersault. He’s here. “Z-Z-Zephyr...” she sighed, turning around slowly.

The stallion was there, a tote bag slung over his back with a key in his hoof ready to open the side-entrance to Assley Maredison. His wings were flared and his face was tinged slightly red at the appearance of his sister.

“Zephyr...” Fluttershy repeated, her breath gone from her as she panted, slowly approaching her brother—no, her lover. She stood before him, a deep blush spreading across her features as they both looked into each other’s eyes. A frown came across Zephyr’s features, and Fluttershy set a hoof on his cheek. “Zephyr,” she said, “I need you. Kiss me.”

His muscles tightened visibly, but her made no move to get away. Slowly, Fluttershy leaned forward. Their lips touched, but for a second, as Zephyr pulled away with a wince. “Ah—“

“Oh,” Fluttershy pulled back, tears welling in her eyes. She covered her mouth ready to apologise. This was a mistake, she knew it, he couldn’t have—“I’m so so—“

“No.” He calmed her with a hoof to the shoulder, athen leaned in closer, looking Fluttershy in the eye—a look of compassion, not of hate or regret. It was soft and endearing. “Your mouth tastes like hot peppers,” he said.

“I-” She blushed. “It’s a long s—“

He smiled. “I like it.” Zephyr leaned in and stole another kiss, this one longer, more heated, as their mouths finally met each other and made contact, both siblings embracing each other. The moment could have lasted forever. Their mouths opened Fluttershy felt her brother’s tongue graze but for a briefly against her own. She welcomed him, but then just as quickly had it ended.

They oparted slowly, staring into each other’s eyes with a glazed-over longing. A thing strand of saliva attached both their lips, and gently pulled, then snapped, breaking their connection at last. “You’re flaring.” Zephyr said, breaking the silence too.

Fluttershy giggled. “So are you,” she said, noting the set of wings protruding from against her brother’s back. She averted her eyes. The giggle died in her throat as a solemn feeling came over her. “Zephyr,” she said, barely a whisper. No more than a whisper was needed. “I loved you. D-Do you love me too?”

He held her close. Zephyr had long since dropped to his haunches, the tote bag gone and forgotten. He stared into Fluttershy’s and said, without a heartbeat of hesitation. “Yes. Of course I do, I’m no your brother.”

“No.” Fluttershy shook her head. She couldn’t stop the tears from forming in her eyes, not ones f sadness, but of... “I love you, Zephyr Breeze. Not as a brother, but as...”

He went silent. The whole world around them seemed to have stopped. The only sound was of Fluttershy’s one breathing, and her heart thumping against the inside of her chest. This was it. Was he going to accept it?

Zephyr looked her over with wide eyes, his breath held. It was agonising to wait as the seconds dragged into hours, eons.

“Yes.”

Again, her pulled Fluttershy into a deep, longing kiss. They could both feel the heat rising between them, and the pressure of Zephyr’s arousal pressed between their bodies as they drew ever together.

Fluttershy pulled away, her breath gone. Her mane draped over her eyes and she made a point of pushing it back, so she could look into her brother’s eyes, and see all of him. “I want you to come back to Ponyville with me.”

“What will our parents think?”

“They don’t have to know.”

“You know they’ll find out.”

“Then we’ll tell them when they’re ready...”

Wings swooped over the building above as Princess Twilight Sparkle, accompanied by the Royal Guard, ran their next sweet of the area. Fluttershy held onto her brother for just a little longer. They shared another kiss, just a short peck, as she memorised the sensations of his body against hers. She could felt their hearts beating in unison. They were one, in blood and soul.

She pushed him away, separating them with no little bit of hesitation. Fluttershy put a few steps between herself and her brother. Zephyr simply stared, like a deer in the headlights at Fluttershy’s flagging marehood. She was hot and needy, but not in a bad way as she turned an eye back to him.

She blew him a kiss. “I’ll see you then,” she whispered, and then added before she left. “And remember: This is our little... Hidden desire.”