Sol Heir trotted briskly down the street, carrying himself along briskly and confidently. Canterlot could be an intimidating place, full of twists and turns and shadowy corners, but Sol knew his city well enough to navigate it blindfolded. It was one of the things he loved about the place, his ability to make sense of this chaos. There was so much in the city, so much to see and do. It offered opportunities unthought of in any other place. All you needed to know was where to look.
Luckily for him, Sol knew exactly where to look. He knew that, oftentimes, the most unassuming of places could provide the rarest and desirable of treasures. That’s what brought him to this tiny little shop tucked away in the corner of the city, obscured and hidden to all except those in the know. Sol came to a stop, glancing up at the sign on the door of Berry’s Brews with a smirk. Closed. Maybe to the average patron, but Sol knew better. He knocked six times on the hard oak door before letting himself in, swinging the door shut behind him.
The room he found himself in was dark, lit only by candlelight, and with only a single pony aside from Sol. Across the room at the counter was a deeply blue earth pony, her dark red eyes seemingly beaming through the half-light of the shop. She glanced up to Sol, flashing a smirk as he approached, passing shelf after shelf of various potions, salves, brews, and tinctures.
“Welcome to Berry’s Brews,” said the mare. “I’m Berry Brew. Unfortunately, the shop is currently closed, so I’m afraid you’ll have to come back tomorrow.”
“I’m looking for something… Private,” said Sol. “Something that I want to buy with discretion.”
“Why, of course. What’s your problem, sir?” Berry rounded her counter, gesturing to a shelf to her left. “We have all manner of sexual health potions here for your every need. We offer discreet packaging or shipping, if you so require. I would be happy to show you our products, and you can place your order tomorrow so—”
“I know the sorts of things you cook up, Ms. Brew.” Sol smirked at the potion master, who maintained her phony, polite smile. "I'm looking for something special that only you can mix up for me."
"Something that only I can mix up?" asked Berry. "Or something that only I will mix up?"
"Both." Sol closed the distance between them, coming to a stop just a few paces before Berry. "If you don't mind terribly, I'm running a bit behind as is, and I'd like to get this handled before it gets too late."
"Alright, then," said Berry. She returned to her spot behind her counter, gesturing to the various bottles lining the shelves. "Let's talk business. What are you in the market for?"
"I need something that could make a pony a bit more… obedient," said Sol. Berry raised a brow, beckoning for more. "There's this mare, you see. A mare I've had my eye on for some time."
"Let me guess, she doesn't even notice you exist?" asked Berry with a smirk. To her surprise, Sol shook his head.
"Quite the contrary. She knows me better than anypony. I know her just as well. She just doesn't see me in that light. Too close to home, if you catch my drift."
"Ah. So you want her to like you?"
"No. I want her 'likes' to be irrelevant." Sol Heir leaned in a bit closer, dropping his voice to a whisper. "I need a potion that can mold her mind into doing what I want of her."
"I think I may have heard of such a potion." Berry ducked under her counter, gathering a series of bottles and pouches with various ingredients. Sol recognized a few from his very basic and rudimentary knowledge of alchemy. Nightingale wings, orchid root, clover honey. He watched as the potion mistress laid her jars and pouches out, pouring various ingredients into one of two flasks. The liquids bubbled as they came in contact with one another, until one bottle held a glowing orange liquid while the other held a sparkling, shimmering, fuschia blend.
"How does it work?" asked Sol.
"A potion that fits the description you gave would work very simply. You would combine both components in equal parts, make her drink the final concoction somehow, slip it into her drink or something similar, and she would become very drowsy," explained Berry. "She could pass out within 5 minutes, so you would need to be mindful of that. She'd sleep for a few hours, while the magic rewires her brain to obey the first person she speaks to when she wakes up. You should make sure that's you, obviously. While she is asleep, that would be the point, hypothetically, when you would establish your release phrase, if you so desired."
"Release phrase?"
"A way you could remove the spell from your subject. You'd just say 'release', followed by the phrase of your choosing. Of course, you wouldn't need to, but it might be handy to have."
"I'll keep that in mind," said Sol. "Anything else?"
"Well, what you're asking me for, as I'm sure you know, is highly illegal," said Berry, corking both bottles. "Giving you a mind-control potion would be a crime, and could cause me to lose my shop, or worse."
"But?"
"But… It's not illegal to give you the components that could, in theory, be mixed in equal parts to create something not dissimilar to a mind control potion." Berry nudged the potions forward with a cheeky grin. "Not that you would dream of doing anything like that."
"Never. How much?" asked Sol.
"175 bits each." Sol raised a brow, slowly grabbing his coin pouch from his saddlebags. "Don't make that face, love, these are very special, experimental blends. My own recipe, don't you know. I'm barely scraping a profit here!"
"100 bits. I'm not about to take out a damn mortgage on this."
"Be reasonable here. 150, and I simply can't go any lower," countered Berry. "I'll be losing money."
"125." Sol locked eyes with the potion master, each staring the other down in an attempt to read them. Slowly, Berry cracked a grin, nodding in defeat.
"Fine. 125, and notes of the potion's effects. I'm still working to perfect it," admitted Berry. Sol smirked, dropping his coin pouch into the table, watching as Berry quickly counted out the gold coins. "And, if you can… perhaps some video evidence of your exploits? I admit myself curious."
"A purely professional, scientific curiosity, I imagine?" scoffed Sol.
"You can choose to imagine that, yes." Berry scooped up her payment before sliding the pouch back to Sol. He reached for the bottles, stopped by Berry’s steady hoof. “This likely goes without saying, but… I have never seen you before in my life. I have never done business with you before in my life.”
“Sorry, I’m a bit confused.” Sol grabbed the potions firmly, yanking them from Berry’s grasp and stowing them in his saddlebag. “Have we met?”
“Good lad. Now, I’m afraid the shop is closed. If you would like to come in tomorrow, we open bright and early at 8,” said Berry with that same phony, manufactured smile she wore when Sol originally entered the shop. “Until then… Please, have a wonderful evening.”
“Don’t you worry,” said Sol with a laugh. He turned for the door and waved as he departed the shop. “I plan on having a fantastic night in with my sister.”
“Oh, Sol! Bout time you showed up. I was about to send out a search party!”
Sol couldn’t help but grin as he trudged into the apartment, swinging the door closed behind him and locking it with a click. The flat was filled with the delicious smell of sausage, no doubt from his sister’s cooking. Sol licked his lips in hunger, though the idea of a sausage dinner was far from his mind. He strolled into the house proper, passed the living room and into the kitchen.
She had her back to Sol when he entered, entirely focused on cooking. She was almost a mirror of her brother; the same yellow coat, same dark brown mane. Her hair was quite a bit longer than Sol's, light and dark streaks of mane twisting together into a long braid. A bit absentmindedly, she swayed her tail back and forth, whistling a little tune while she worked and inadvertently giving her brother brief flashes of her flank.
“Hey, Aurora,” said Sol, trying to keep the devious excitement in his voice under wraps. “Sorry I took so long. Had some uni work I needed to handle. Glad to see you got dinner handled. Didn’t even burn the flat down. I’m proud of you, sis.”
“Ha, ha, you’re hilarious.” Sol could tell from Aurora’s tone that she was rolling her eyes, as well as grinning. “Keep that sass up and I’ll keep all the sausage to myself.”
“Whatever you say, Aurora. You have any plans tonight?”
“Hm? Not really, no. Today was a long one, thought I’d turn in early.” Aurora turned away from her cooking, letting Sol see her beautiful bright green eyes. “Why do you ask?”
“It’s been a while since I got to spend some quality time with my sister, is all.” Sol shrugged, as if to say it was no big deal. With the bottles in his saddlebags, he knew that tonight would be a very big deal, indeed. “Figured we could have some drinks, have ourselves a nice night in.”
“Ha! You don’t have to tell me twice. Go on, I just restocked the bar. Mix me one of whatever, you know what I like.”
Sol nodded, watching his sister turn back to her cooking. He couldn’t help but stare at her for a bit, taking in her beauty for a bit before departing from the kitchen. In the living room sat a small, humble bar, stocked with glasses and a few bottles of various liquors. Neither he nor his sister drank very often, normally only for special occasions. Sol smirked as he grabbed up the bottles for his drink. He mixed up a pair of vodka cranberries, glancing over his shoulder as he pulled the bottles from his saddlebags. He had severely underfilled one glass, leaving plenty of room for the potion. He uncorked both components of the brew, spiking Aurora's drink with equal parts of each bottle. The liquids came together, clouding the crimson drink into a deeper, more maroon shade.
"Oi, you're the lousiest bartender I've ever seen!" called Aurora from the kitchen, a light, floaty laughter in her voice. "Hurry up, will ya?"
"Keep your pants on, I'm coming." Sol shook his head, sliding the drinks onto a tray and lifted it up, carrying it back into the kitchen. Aurora was mostly done cooking, moving on to set the table for dinner while the sausage finished up on the stove. Sol set the tray down and carefully grabbed Aurora's special drink, offering it to her.
"Oh? What's this?" Aurora accepted the drink, looking it over. "Why's it so dark?"
"A little experiment of mine," said Sol evasively. He could sense Aurora's encroaching question, and he quickly headed her off. "I'll tell you what's in it once you've tasted it, okay?"
"Alright, then. Cheers, mate!" The two clinked glasses and took a healthy sip of their drinks, although Sol was much more concerned with how his sister reacted. She looked at her drink strangely, then quickly gulped the rest of it down. "Wowzers, that was excellent! Make me another one, Sol?"
"In a bit. It's rather strong, don't want to overwhelm you," said Sol, watching as the potion slowly, subtly took effect. Aurora blinked, smacking her lips. She seemed to already be dizzy, taking a shaky, unsteady step backward. "You're quite a lightweight."
"R-right… That packed a punch, and it sort of sneaks up on you…" Aurora swayed slightly, her attention stolen away by the sizzling sausage in the pan. "Oh, damn, it's gonna burn…"
"Here, take a seat, I'll finish it up for you." Sol guided his sister across the kitchen to their tiny little dining table, then, once he was sure she was situated comfortably, he returned to the stove and killed the heat. He whistled a little tune as he removed them from the pan. "Did you do onions and peppers already?" Sol got no response from his sister, save for some gentle snoring. He turned to face her and, sure enough, she was fast asleep, slumped over in her chair. Sol smiled, setting down the pan and approaching Aurora’s sleeping body. He slid her onto his back, lugging her away to his bedroom.
Dinner would have to wait, because Sol had something much tastier on his mind.
“Release: Ugly duckling.”
A simple phrase, one that Sol was unlikely to forget. Something that had stuck with the two since they were foals. Some awful ponies that teased Aurora throughout grade school, calling her an ugly duckling. Aurora claimed it didn’t bother her too much, but Sol could still feel his blood boil at the thought. Sol knew his sister was beautiful, he had always felt this way for her, and to hear someone insult her like that drove him mad. Sol looked down at his sister, asleep on his bed, finally deciding that what those kids thought didn’t matter. Now, he had Aurora all to himself.
“Alright, sis, time to wake up,” said Sol softly. Aurora’s leg twitched, her body stirring restlessly. She murmured in her sleep, twisting and turning as the spell took hold of her. Sol could only imagine what the potion was doing to her, how it would rewire her brain, how it made her feel. He reasoned that that didn’t much matter either. Pretty soon, she’d be feeling better than she had in ages. He’d make absolutely certain of that.
“Rora. Get up, now.” As soon as the words left Sol's mouth, Aurora’s body jerked forward and upright. She blinked rapidly, shaking her head sluggishly as she attempted to regain her footing. Sol was a bit surprised at how immediately Aurora seemed to take action. Could the potion really be working that well? Or perhaps it was just coincidence that she jostled so quickly.
“Whoa… My head…” Aurora clutched her head gingerly, trying to shake the cobwebs off. “What was in that drink?”
“A bit of this, a bit of that,” said Sol evasively. He quickly changed the subject, opting to focus on the things that mattered. “How are you feeling?”
“Um… Fine, I suppose? A bit… foggy,” said Aurora. She yawned, bringing a small smirk to Sol’s face. She was so cute when she was tired like this. “Seriously, though… What happened? Last I can remember, I was doing dinner, then you made me a drink. Next thing I know, I’m out like a light! What even—?”
“Sit down.” Just like before, Sol barely managed to get the words out before Aurora took action, sitting down on the bed she had just awoken from. She looked up at her brother, tilting her head curiously, unsure as to why she had moved at all. “Blink three times, slowly. You’ll feel better after.” With little more than a nod, Aurora did as she was told. She blinked three times as slowly as she could manage and, when her eyes opened after the third blink, she smiled widely.
“I do feel better! Thanks, Sol,” said Aurora. Sol nodded, taking a seat on the bed beside her and wrapping a foreleg around her in a tight embrace.
“Always listen to your brother. It’ll make you feel good,” said Sol. Aurora nodded, leaning her head on her brother’s shoulder.
“Will do.” She seemed to glow a bit brighter, her smile growing wider. “Wow, you weren’t kidding, that does feel nice… But I suppose we should get back to dinner, eh?” She went to stand, stopped in her tracks by Sol’s next command.
“Stay,” he ordered. Immediately, Aurora stopped moving, leaving Sol to pull her back down onto the bed. “Don’t worry about food right now. Stay here and spend some time with me.”
"Alright, then, if you say so. This is nice," purred Aurora. Sol rustled Aurora's mane, earning a giggle from his sister. "What brought all this on, eh?"
"Just… thinking. We always planned to make it together, but things don't always work out that way," said Sol. "Life, destiny, they sometimes get in the way of plans like that, you know? I just don't want that to happen to us. I don't want anyone to try and take you from me."
"Don't you worry, Sol. I'm not going anywhere." Sol turned to look his sister in the eye, grinning as he slowly leaned in.
"No. You're not going anywhere. You’ll be mine, forever." He could see Aurora's expression shift to confusion, then concern, and Sol quickly spoke up to stop her. "Don't fight it. Just let it happen. It's going to feel so good…"
Just like that, Aurora melted at Sol's command, doing nothing to resist as her lips met her brother's. Sol attacked Aurora with his tongue, savoring the warmth, the taste, the electric sensation of finally getting what it is he wanted all these years. Aurora was purely submissive, simply moaning as Sol lashed at the inside of her mouth with his tongue. He gently nibbled at Aurora's bottom lip as he pulled away, leaving them both breathless. Aurora looked at her brother incredulously, unable to believe what just happened.
"Why… did you do that?" asked Aurora softly. "Why did I… like it?"
"Because I said you would," said Sol , his voice low, nearly a growl. "Stop asking questions and kiss me." Obediently, Aurora leaned forward to kiss Sol , deeper than before, with more energy and passion. Sol pulled his sister close, about as close as two ponies could be, letting his hooves wander down her body. Aurora twitched and fidgeted, jerking her hips as Sol touched her lower and lower.
"Sol … Sol, wait," breathed Aurora. "I…" Sol kept up his attack, brushing at Aurora's teats with his hoof. "Mmm… This is—"
"Good. This is good. You're loving this," Sol cut in, nipping at her lip again. Every brief contact earned him a breathy moan from his sister, a shudder of her body as she rubbed her thighs together, trying (and failing) to hide just how hot she was feeling. "You want me.You want more. Don't you, Aurora?"
"Y-yes… I do…" Once again, Sol pulled away from Aurora, leaving her blushing, panting, moaning. Desperate. "W-why'd ya stop?"
"You don't expect me to sit here kissing you all night, do you?" snickered Sol. "Don't get me wrong, sis, this is fun and all, but… I'm ready for more. Spread your legs for me." Aurora jerked suddenly as she slowly opened her legs, finally exposing herself. "Good. Now… touch yourself for me."
Aurora bit her lip but, as was becoming the norm, slowly did what she was told; strands of marecum stretched from each of Aurora's thighs, her excitement and desperation on display as she began rubbing herself with her hoof. She jerked and bucked against her hoof, but, much to her brother's glee, Aurora just couldn't stop herself. Sol could feel his cock twitch to life, absolutely dying to tear into his sister. He could only bring himself to watch a few moments more before pushing her flat on her back; Aurora let out a tiny yelp of surprise but did nothing to resist, her hoof still going to work on her hot, wet, desperate pussy.
“Tell me that you want it,” ordered Sol. Aurora shuddered, her eyes squeezed shut and her hoof rolling her clit, her body jerking and twitching in pleasure. “Beg for it. Beg me to finally take you.”
“P-please, Sol…” panted Aurora. “I want it. I need you to…” Sol batted Aurora’s hoof from between her legs, climbing on top of his sister, straddling her and grinding the length of his dick against Aurora’s lower lips. She twitched and jerked at the contact, her eyes still tightly shut and her cheeks blooming bright red.
“Look at me. I want to look into your eyes when I put it in.” Sol waited for Aurora to finally open her eyes, her bright, emerald eyes clouded with confusion and desire. He decided he could wait no longer, and Sol slowly guided himself into Aurora’s tight, virgin passage. Aurora’s eyes darted down when she felt Sol’s thick shaft slowly spread her, then back up to meet her brother’s gaze. Her eyes went wide, her pupils dilating and her mouth hanging open, her breathing hitching with every inch that slid into her. Soon enough, Aurora could feel the girth of her brother’s medial ring spread her, and a proper moan finally escaped her quivering body.
“Oh sweet Celestia…” she panted, her hips jerking and bucking with very little conscious input from her. “You’re so big…”
Sol chuckled a bit, much of his mind lost in just how good his sister felt, how hot and tight her snug little pussy really was. She was like velvet, gripping him with her soft insides and drawing him in deeper. Sol pumped his hips forward sharply, developing a swift, steady rhythm of thrusts. He had dreamed of this moment for so long, and it was somehow even better than he had imagined. Aurora fit him like a glove, as if the two were made for each other. Sol was able to explore Aurora's every nook and cranny, touch her deeper than she'd ever been touched, and there was nothing that could stop him. Not other partners, not society, not even Aurora herself could take this from him. It was perfect.
Not that Aurora even wanted to stop. The commands she had been given still permeated her brain, shifting and changing her thoughts and desires. With every harsh, rough thrust buck of Sol's hips, Aurora remembered that she wanted this. With every twitch of Sol's cock inside of her, pounding her near inside-out, she remembered how good it felt to obey. With every moan, she remembered her promise to always listen to her brother, and his promise that it would always make her feel good to be acquiescent to his will.
“Turn over,” ordered Sol. Aurora let out a whiny as she did as her brother instructed, rolling over to present her back end. Roughly, but taking care to not actually hurt Aurora, Sol grabbed her tail, yanking her back onto his cock. His hips bucked sharply, quickly, giving Aurora precious little time to actually acclimate herself. Sol held onto her tail with one hoof while her fucked her, using the other to keep her head pinned to the mattress. Every gasping moan and shaky breath from his sister spurred Sol on to fuck her harder, pound her deeper. He leaned forward, nibbling at Aurora’s ear gently and sending shivers through her already sensitive body.
“Sol… I’m gonna…” Aurora yelped, her brother slamming into her a bit more harshly than he had before. “Oh fuck, Sol… I’m gonna cum soon…”
“Wait. Don’t cum just yet.” Sol pressed himself down onto his sister, pinning her prone against the bed. Now, there was no give, nowhere for Aurora to go as Sol pistoned his dick deeper and deeper into her. She could feel every inch of his length stretching her out, the hard, hot rod pulsing in her cunt and creating a sensation Aurora had never experienced before. She was so close, and yet… Sol had told her to wait, and so she could do nothing else but wait until he allowed her to reach release. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, drooling into her bed sheets while her brother claimed her in both body and mind.
One last time, Sol manhandled his sister, turning her onto her side, holding her steady by the hips and bucking into her relentlessly. The bed rocked and shook in time with Sol’s thrusts, and Aurora’s moan, nearly shaking the walls down with how hard he was fucking her. He could feel himself nearing his limit, and he had something very special in mind for the end of this little session. Sol leaned in close to kiss his sister, all but forcing his tongue into her mouth while she just lay there and took it, her entire body convulsing in that strange, unshakable, undeniable pleasure.
“I’m close,” whispered Sol, pulling away from Aurora for just long enough to talk. He dove back for more, kissing his sister deeply in between sentences. “I’m going to cum inside you, sis. And when I do… It’s going to feel so good. Better than good. Getting knocked up by your brother is going to be the best feeling you’ve ever experienced, better than any orgasm you could ever even imagine. You’re going to love it, and you’re going to beg for me to do it again and again.” Aurora shuddered, moaning into Sol's mouth as he kissed her one last time. “Look at me. I want to see your face while I breed you.”
Aurora gave a meek nod, the command gripping her so tightly that it was impossible to even consider disobeying. She locked gazes with her brother, the bright green light of her eyes hazy and glazed somewhat, her head swimming from the tsunami of sensations she was experiencing. Sol sought to give her one last wave of that same pleasure, and so he worked his hips faster, drilling Aurora harder, fucking her deeper. Her pussy was so perfect, so tight and snug, like a velvet vice gripping him with intent of squeezing every last drop from his body.
A grunt escaped Sol as he finally bottomed out inside Aurora, the head of his cock flaring and pumping thick ropes of cum into his sister’s womb. As soon as that first load deposited itself in Aurora’s pussy, she let out a howl as her pleasure reached its peak, her orgasm crashing down on her all at once. She couldn’t look away from her brother, couldn’t close her eyes or turn her head, and so her eyes rolled back, her mouth hanging open and a single, uninterrupted moan floated from her. She milked Sol’s cock for its cum, her cunt squeezing him dry while he pumped his hips forward, his cock dripping out the last of his cum as he packed his load deep into his sister. Sol let out a contented sigh, letting himself fall down onto Aurora’s still-twitching body, kissing his sister’s neck while she slowly came down from her orgasm.
“M-more…” moaned Aurora. “Breed me more…”
“Oh, don’t you worry, sis.” Sol made sure to stay in Aurora as long as he could, relishing in her soft warmth and keeping his cum in her. “I plan on it.”
“You… You got me pregnant. You must’ve.” Even just saying those words sent a shivering wave of pleasure through Aurora’s body, her legs twitching at the sensation of her own brother’s hot cum seeping into her womb. “What are people going to think?”
“I don’t care, and neither do you. The only thing you care about is me, being mine. Do you understand?” asked Sol. Slowly, Aurora nodded. “No. I want to hear you say it. Who do you belong to?”
“Y-you. I’m yours, Sol,” squeaked Aurora. Sol chuckled, swooping in to give his sister, his lover, his property, another deep, passionate kiss.
“There’s a good girl.”
Berry Brew chewed on her tongue, reading over her ingredients list carefully. Something just didn’t seem right. The potion she had sold Sol a few months ago was definitely functional, but it was far from perfect. Still so costly to make, so many ingredients, not to mention easy to ruin with just one minor error. If she was going to continue her experiments, she would need to find some way to streamline the process
“Maybe instead of clover honey, it should be amber wasp?” mused Berry, scribbling notes in her alchemy journal. “Hm… Pixie dust could catalyze the process, but that’s not exactly cost-effective… Hm…” There was a series of knocks at the door, which Berry elected to ignore. When the door opened, Berry simply rolled her eyes, not looking up from her notes. “The store’s hours are very clearly stated on the door, we are closed now. Please leave.”
“So all that politeness when we met was an act, after all.” Berry looked up, surprised to see Sol standing at the door, grinning at her from across the room. A bit behind him was another pony, a mare that bore a striking resemblance to her former customer. The mare wore a bit of a tired smile, her energy no doubt drained by the precious cargo she was carrying; by Berry’s best estimate, she looked to be about 8 months pregnant.
“Ah, good to see you!” said Berry with a smile, as phony and plastic as ever. “So sorry about that, been a bit frustrated trying to work out this potion…”
“Would it help if you had a subject to investigate?” asked Sol. Berry smirked, nodding.
“It would, indeed. I take it this is her?” Berry gestured to the pregnant mare, peering at her curiously. “Your sister, if I’m not mistaken. How is it working?”
“Aurora, go to the counter.” As soon as she heard Sol's order, Aurora carefully waddled forward, stopping just in front of Berry’s counter. “Turn around.” Again, Aurora did as she was told, about-facing in time to see her brother meet her at the counter. “Good girl. Flag for Ms. Brew.” Blushing all the while, Aurora nodded, working her dock up in order to raise her tail, exposing her hot, puffy cunt to this perfect stranger. Berry cocked a brow and grinned, watching as a bit of cum dripped from Aurora’s lower lips and ran down her thigh.
“Your sister is leaking,” remarked Berry. Sol glanced over and shrugged, running his hoof up Aurora’s leg and scooping the escaping cum right back into her. “I imagine you’ve been having fun with this?”
“I’m just trying to get my money’s worth. Your potion cost me two hooves, so I plan on making use of it whenever I can,” droned Sol. “So, what do you need from her? We’ll give you whatever it is you need, as long as it isn’t our firstborn or something.”
“I’m a potion maker, not a witch. Though, I’ll admit, the line between the two is very fine…” Berry set her journal down for a bit, tilting her head curiously. “I suppose the most helpful thing would be some… samples. Fluids, I mean, and ideally ones of a sexual nature.”
“You want me to fuck my sister in your shop?” asked Sol with a raised brow. Berry grinned her fakest, phoniest grin yet.
“For purely professional and scientific examination, yes.” It grew quiet for a bit, with Sol thinking things over. He glanced to Aurora, who had a look on her face that said she absolutely did not want to do anything of that nature in front of somepony she had just met, especially not a shady alchemist like Berry.
“Alright, then. Rora, give me your pussy. Now,” ordered Sol. Meekly, Aurora turned to offer herself to her brother, her face blooming bright red all the while.
“Yes, sir,” she said, her body quivering as Sol grabbed her by the hips. She definitely did not want to do this in front of Berry, out in the open like this, not yet. Soon enough, though, she would, because Sol would tell her that she did. And that’s what mattered. Not what she wanted, or how she felt.
All that mattered was being her brother’s, and she promised that she would be his, forever.
