Sharing With the Family

Shining Armor loves having a babysitter.

Once or twice a week, his parents go out for date night, and rather than leave Shining and his little sister Twilight alone they hire a sitter to watch them.

For a while, Shining’s best friend Carpenter filled that role: an older colt from school that was fun to play with, that hung with the cool ponies, and that didn’t care if Twilight thought he was rude or mean or kind of a loser (she thought all of his friends were losers, after all). But having his best friend enforce his bedtime got old really fast.

Then one night, without warning or explanation, Cadance—not Princess, she insists, just Cadance; never mind the horn and wings—shows up to sit them instead. And it’s clear that Carpenter is never gonna sit them again. Shining’s parents adore her and treat her like a second daughter. She plays with Twilight and helps her learn to use her teekay. His friends are jealous that he gets to hang out with a real, honest-to-Princess Princess.

And she is so, so pretty.

His mom and dad are careful to remind him that she’s only babysitting Twilight. He’s a grown colt, after all, while Twilight is still young and tends to get into trouble if left alone. Cadance is only a few years older than he is. But Cadance might as well be his babysitter. Shining still has to follow her rules, and she still feeds him and watches him and makes him do his homework. He even has a bedtime.

Which is awesome.

Having to go to bed isn’t so bad. Cadance doesn’t mind if he stays up and reads for a while, so long as he’s asleep when his parents get home. She’s cool like that.

But Shining would still whine about having a bedtime at all, except that then Cadance wouldn’t tuck him in. Shining complains out of habit to his parents every time they leave him with Cadance, and he’d never risk letting his friends find out, but—

Shining Armor loves having Cadance tuck him in.

He’s on the couch one night, acting casual and reading the comic book that Cadance brought for him. Cadance and Twilight are tackling the dirty dishes. It’s good practice for Twilight, who’s just learning how to control and manipulate her teekay. Their happy singing is an amusing backdrop to the high-flying action and gripping suspense of The Mighty Maverick, Shining’s newest favorite superhero.

The fillies finish their song and giggle, just as Maverick gives a decisive kick to this issue’s villain and sends him flying. Twilight prances into the living room, dishsoap bubbles in her mane and a big smile on her face.

Cadance watches her with an exasperated smile. “Alright, Twilight. I think it’s time for bed.”

“Can I have a bath, first?” she asks, as bubbles drip down her forehead.

“I guess. Hurry up!”

“Yay!” Twilight rushes for the stairs to draw her bath, practically vibrating.

Shining rolls his eyes. Twilight loves her baths and getting ready for bed. Having Cadance help her brush her teeth and comb her mane and read her a story is the highlight of Twilight’s night. If Twilight knew what Cadance did with Shining every night afterwards, she would be so jealous.

Cadance watches Twilight scamper up the stairs, then turns to Shining.

“And you, mister,” she says, daring him to argue. “When I get back, time for bed. Got it?”

Shining nods and tries not to shiver with anticipation. “Got it.”

The sounds of a bath being drawn float down the stairs.

“Good.” Cadance follows Twilight upstairs.

Shining peeks over the back of the couch and watches her leave. Cadance started sitting them right around the time Shining started to notice fillies, and Cadance is an especial filly. Her tail bounces as she climbs the stairs, drawing his eyes over her cutie mark across her nicely shaped butt to her smooth, long legs. He’s pretty sure Cadance knows he likes to ogle her: she always gives this little flick of her tail, and doesn’t exactly hurry to follow Twilight.

Sigh.

This part is the hardest, trying to be patient while Cadance deals with his little sister. Cadance always takes her time with Twilight, since she’s younger and needs more attention. Their nighttime routine usually involves reading and giggling and even some lullabies, and it takes forever, and it’s torture.

Shining reaches for his comic book, but he can’t focus. He can hear a low murmur, both of them chatting quietly so he won’t hear their girlish secrets. Splashing water. Shrieking and laughing. Gasping and gossiping. Filly time.

Shining realizes he’s reread the same page three times. Urgh. How long does a bath take, anyways? The waiting!

It’s almost half an hour later when Cadance returns. Shining listens to her hoofsteps traveling down the stairs, coming for him. His heart races, and it’s impossible to relax. At least he can act natural.

The hoofsteps stop on the first floor. He tenses. But she turns and walks into the kitchen. He hears her magic moving some leftover dishes and cleaning the counters. What’s she waiting for? He wants to check over the top of the couch, but doesn’t dare. Shining flops sideways on the couch, reaches for his comic book, and tries to remember whom the Maverick is fighting this time. He needs to be casual. Cool.

“Shining.”

Shining squeals like a filly, throwing his comic book and nearly falling off the couch. She’s looming over him, looking thoroughly unimpressed.

“Uh, yeah?”

“Don’t Uh, yeah me, mister,” she says, pointing at the stairs. “Gallop.”

Shining gulps. “Is Twilight asleep?”

Her eyes narrow ever so slightly. “Almost. So be quiet. I don’t want you waking her up.”

He nods frantically. “F—fine. Can I just—”

Her horn ignites and tugs on his tail, yanking him off the couch with a startled cry.

“Ow! I’m going! I’m going.” He scrambles to his hooves and turns to the stairs.

“You know,” she says, collecting his comic book and following him upstairs, “your little sister is so much more well behaved. Why do you have to be such a brat?”

“I’m not a brat,” Shining pouts.

“Are you sure?” Cadance asks, close behind. Shining is very aware that she’s eye level with his rump. His erection, annoying at the best of times, is already slipping free for her to see. He can feel her hungry eyes on him, and because he isn’t paying attention he slips and stumbles, almost falling backwards. So much for acting natural.

She puts a hoof on his rump and shoves. “Come on. Quit stalling! Or you’ll have to tuck yourself in.”

Shining rushes up the rest of the stairs and skids into his room. Inside it’s messy and dark. His bed is unmade. His school things are spread out over the floor. He has to dance around the mess to make it to his bed.

Behind him, Cadance stands in the doorway, illuminated in silhouette by the hallway light.

“Well? In you get, mister.”

He jumps onto his bed and turns to face her. Is she going to come in? Sometimes she doesn’t. Those nights are the worst. She does it to keep up the suspense, she says, and to keep him from getting too greedy. She still has to make him behave. But really, Shining thinks she just likes to tease him.

Cadance’s horn ignites again, and the lamp beside his bed begins to glow. She stalks into the room, places his comic book on his desk, and stares him down.

“Bed.”

He nods, and slips under the covers.

She smiles and steps up to the bed. “Good night, sweet Prince,” she says, bending down to kiss him on the forehead, right below his horn.

“Good—ugh,” he shudders. It’s probably a coincidence when she just happens to exhale onto the sensitive ivory. “Good night, Cadance.”

She stands and turns to leave.

“Um—” he hesitates, gripping his blankets. If he asks, she’ll say no, but if he doesn’t— “Aren’t you gonna—”

She steps up to the door and pushes it shut. The door’s latch bolt clicks loudly into its strike plate. “Aren’t I gonna what?”

He gulps. “Um—”

“Aren’t I gonna . . . read you a bedtime story?” She turns around to search his dresser for a book, flicks her tail out of the way to show off her butt. Her smell is intoxicating, and she’s already wet. Turned on. She bends lower to check the lower shelf, wiggling her hips. Oh, sweet sisters. He can’t look away, and when he doesn’t answer she looks over her shoulder at him, sees him gawking, grins.

“No? Then, aren’t I gonna . . . sing you a lullaby?” She sits beside the bed, leans her mouth beside his ear, and starts to hum. Her breath tingles, sending little shivers down his spine.

He gulps. “Please—”

“Oh, I know,” she says. “Aren’t I gonna . . . molest you?”

Her horn ignites. Shining feels her magic spread over his chest, a tickle of warmth that glows from under his covers. He tenses as it hits his ticklish spots and gasps, feels that nervous excitement that’s been building all evening.

Her magic slides down his stomach and grabs his erection for just a moment. “Oh, Shiny. What’s this?” Her magic lifts the blankets from his body, and she gasps. His cock is erect, flopped onto his stomach.

She eyes it for a second, breathing hard, then whispers, “Aren’t I gonna climb into bed with you?”

She hops onto his bed, stands over him, her forehooves on either side of his shoulders.

“Shining,” she mutters, looking supremely disappointed. “What did I tell you about getting hard around your babysitter?”

He stares up at her, gawps. It’s hard to breathe. She’s so imposing, so much larger than he is. So majestic. Cadance is his whole world.

Her magic squeezes him.

“Ah! Um . . . Don’t let Twilight find out?” he guesses.

Her cheeks curl up in a grin. Her horn lets go of his dick, and she asks, “Aren’t I gonna ride you like a dirty, naughty colt, and come all over you?”

Watching him squirm, she slowly lowers herself onto his body. He gasps. She’s so soft. So hot. She’s all curves and angles and muscles and gorgeous, achingly beautiful eyes. She cocoons him. And the way she squeezes him everywhere—the way every inch of her is hugging every inch of him—

“Cadance!” he cries out, crunching his hips against her, grinding his erection into her stomach.

“Well?”

“Ahh!” he gasps. “Yes! All of that!”

“Shh,” she coos, even as she slides back and forth, rubs her stomach over his dick. So soft and warm! “If you’re gonna keep making so much noise, I’ll have to stop.” What a tease. She wants him to make noise. She makes just as much noise, sometimes more. And Twilight never wakes up. “So, are you going to do as you’re told, and be quiet?”

He clamps his hoof over his mouth and nods frantically.

She smiles. “Good choice, my little Prince.” She pulls his hoof away and kisses him.

Shining’s breath is blown away in an instant. Cadance doesn’t give him a quick peck. She forces her lips onto his, pressing his head into his pillow. He struggles to kiss back, barely able to keep up, much less take the lead. Her tongue is inside his mouth suddenly, tasting his tongue and his teeth and probably his tonsils too.

When she breaks the kiss, Shining gasps. “Oh, Celestia—”

“Shh,” she pants, kissing him again. “What did I tell you?” Another kiss, and she arcs her back and squeezes his dick between their stomachs. “You’ll wake up your sister if you’re not careful, and then you’ll be in so. Much. Trouble.” She licks his cheek, then ducks her head into the crook of his neck and bites him.

He gasps again, pants for breath. Oh, Princess. She’s in a mood tonight. Sometimes it’s just for fun, but not tonight. She never leaves any marks for his parents to discover, but some nights she’s so ferocious that he has to clean up a mess of torn pink feathers before his mom can find them. Some nights she has to wipe him clean so he doesn’t smell of horny filly. Some nights he can’t help himself afterwards, and strokes his dick until he comes all over himself, even though he’s not supposed to. Tonight’s going to be all three.

She trails her lips down his chest, leaving little nibbles as she glides down his body. Her hooves grab at his hips and rub his cutie marks. Her mouth hovers over his erection, and something hot and wet and rough presses up against it. Oh, Celestia. She licks his shaft, humming gently, and slips the head of his dick between her lips.

“Cadance! You can’t—” he groans, pressing his hips against her face. His hooves slide across the bed, pull at his sheets.

She looks up at him, her eyes soft and teasing. She looks just like Twilight does when she’s about to unleash some magic he won’t like. Like she’s going to get Shining in so much trouble. If she makes him come, and his parents find out, it’s bad news. They barely get away with this as it is. And Cadance knows this, so of course she’s started pushing further and further. Such a tease. One of these nights she’s gonna cross the point of no return and it’ll be all over. Even if it’s so worth it.

Cadance smiles and squeezes his dick between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, gently sucking. Shining has to grip the sheets to keep still. He bites his lip and tries not to cry out. Her tongue is magic, her mouth wet and hot.

Cadance hums gently, the same melody as the song she sang with Twilight earlier, and slowly bobs her mouth over his dick. Her hips sway side to side. Her wings prop up his blankets. She’s getting into it. Staring up at him with those eyes. And he’s staring right back. She’s his whole world. His heart is racing. Please, let tonight be the night. He’s so close—

With a slurp Cadance pulls back and lifts herself from his body. He groans, “No! Don’t stop,” and reaches for her. “Please!”

She swats his hoof back and says, “Now, now, Shiny. Only foals beg. You’re not a foal, are you?”

He shakes his head. “No!”

“Good.” She grins down at him, but the teasing, impish look is gone, leaving only raw desire on her face. She’s past playing. She needs him. Cadance scootches up his body and straddles his leg, squeezing it between her thighs. One of her knees presses between his legs, touching his sack. Her pussy squeezes his leg, and she starts to bounce up and down.

He gasps and stares at her crotch, rubbing across his thigh. She’s hot and sticky, leaves a smear along his leg as she slides up and down.

“Ugh . . . uh,” she grunts, eyes clenched shut and her tongue poking out. The blankets slide down her back, piling behind her, leaving just her amazing body towering over him. The bed starts to squeak.

“Oh, Shiny. Shiny! You’re—” she gasps, gulps a mouthful of saliva. “You’re so bad! Taking advantage of—Uh!—of a nice girl like me—Ahh! Fuck!” she squeals. “What would your parents say? You’d be in so much trouble!”

He grips the sheet, now trying to keep from bouncing right off the bed. “Shh!” he hisses, eyes wide. Twilight’s gonna hear this time, for sure. “Cadance!”

Cadance doesn’t care. “You’re gonna make me come! Such a bad colt!”

A shot of pride blooms through him, mixing with the fear of getting caught and the thrill of doing something bad, and it’s wonderful. Shining is on top of the world. He’s about to make the most beautiful, wonderful filly in Equestria orgasm.

And after so many nights together, he knows a couple tricks. “Ye—yeah,” he whispers. “You’re gonna come all over your little brother—”

Cadance tosses her head back and cries out, making more noise than Shining ever does. Her hair fans out around her head and her wings flair wide, surrounding her in pink and yellow. She slams her crotch down on his thigh and yelps in pleasure.

“Shit! So good. Just—Ah!—just hold still!” Her legs spasm around him, and he feels her juices trickle out, wetting his leg. “Oh . . . Oh, fuck!”

With a whoosh, she collapses onto his chest, panting, squeezing his cock between their bodies. He clenches his jaw, trying to hold back. The smell of her orgasm is so strong. He needs to come. “Cadance—” he croaks, grinding his cock into her belly fur. “Please!”

Cadance ignores his pathetic, needy whines, just sighs happily and nuzzles his chest. “Oh, Shiny. That was wonderful.”

She props herself up onto two shaky forelegs and looms over him, her thighs still wrapped around his leg, casually grinding herself against him. She’s so beautiful, a pink goddess, tending to a mere mortal like Shining. Even though he’s younger than she is—even though he has no experience with fillies—even though she must have so many other choices—

“Mmm . . . Shiny, I’m beginning to think you enjoy taking advantage of me. How cruel! A big stallion like yourself, up against a helpless little filly . . . ” She reaches down and touches his sensitive cock, strokes it gently. “ . . . how awful. You’re a beast.”

“Ah!” he grunts, thrusting up into her hoof.

She pulls her hoof back and tastes his precum. Smiles. “But I like it. You know just how to take care of me.”

She’s looking down at him with such adoration. A wall of emotion hits him and all he can do is stare up at Cadance. She’s so lovely. Oh, wow. How has he not realized it before? Crap. And he’s going to say something. His mouth opens, and he can’t stop it. Say something else. Flirt. Be cool!

She leans close and whispers, “And don’t think I didn’t catch that little brother thing, mister. That’s so wrong.”

“Cadance . . . ” he whispers, staring into her eyes. Don’t say it—“I think I love you!”

She pulls back, blinking, and for a heart-stopping moment he thinks he’s screwed up, made her angry. Crap. Crap!

“Oh, Shiny,” she says, biting her lower lip. A smile spreads over her face. “Shiny. You’re so wonderful. And I just know you’re gonna grow up into an amazing stallion.” She leans down and kisses him, then whispers, “You know, if you wanted to call me Big Sister . . . I wouldn’t mind.”

His heart races forward, making up for lost time. He hugs her, and she hugs him back, rubbing her soft chest against him. Who cares if she didn’t make him come? She likes him!

“Now, Little Brother. I’m going to get you cleaned up, and then—” she pokes him on the nose “—it’s really time for bed.”

Cadance returns with a hot cloth and wipes him clean, paying extra attention to his crotch. “There you go. Your secret is safe with me, Shiny.”

He nods, still beaming and wiggling and making happy Shining Armor noises.

“I won’t be here when you wake up tomorrow, but I’ll see you next time.” She kisses him on the cheek. “Now get some sleep, Prince.”

Then she’s gone.

Get some sleep? Yeah, right.

Shining is wide awake, trying to burn this evening so deep into his memories that he’ll never forget. He’s never gotten a blowjob before! And it was exactly as amazing as he’d heard. He’s so distracted that for a minute or two he doesn’t notice his parents talking downstairs. They’re back from their date night. Well, his dad calls it date night, even though they’re married. His dad always says it’s to keep things spicy, while his mom always blushes and shoves him playfully. Gross.

Their voices are too faint and muffled from downstairs, but Shining can hear Cadance talking as well. The three of them laugh and chat for a few minutes. A sudden fear grips him, like it always does: What if Cadance tells on him? She never does, of course, and he knows it’s silly. His mom may be a master of squeezing somepony until he confesses, but it’s never happened before.

And she would hit the roof and wake the whole neighborhood if Cadance told on him. Instead, all he hears is gentle conversation, the clinking of glasses. Their voices are relaxed and a little giggly. Not the voices they use when they’re about to punish him.

But tonight is different. He said that. What if—

No! Cadance loves being with him almost as much as he loves her back. If his parents ever found out about them, Cadance would never be allowed to sit him again. There’s no reason for her to tell, and if Cadance doesn’t get him in trouble, his mom will never know.

Still . . . if he can’t hear what they’re saying, he can’t know what’s going on—

Shining rolls over, rubs his thigh where Cadance humped him, and sighs. It’s gonna be a while before he can fall asleep.

More glass clinking downstairs, and a sudden shriek of laughter. Cadance still hasn’t left. She normally leaves when they get home—at least, she’s never there in the morning—but tonight they stay downstairs for quite some time, chatting and laughing. Cadance must not be in a hurry to get home.

Maybe she’s waiting for his parents to go to sleep, so she can sneak back into his room. Wouldn’t that be a treat? Cadance would crawl into bed with him, wrap her soft body around his, and whisper delightfully naughty things into his ear.

He sighs, and slides his hooves down his body, under the blankets. He’s still hard, still horny and tense.

She would let him crawl atop her, and kiss her, and nuzzle her soft chest. She would stare with wonder as his hooves and mouth and tongue explored her body, touching her everywhere.

He grunts, squeezing his dick.

And then he’d crawl between her legs, and press his cock against her pussy. And she’d be the one pleading, she’d be the one moaning and gasping and trying to keep quiet—

There’s a squeak of wood as a pony steps on the second stair from the bottom, the one that always squeaks.

Shining freezes, watches the door. There’s enough of a gap between the door and the floor that some noise gets in. He can hear his mom’s lighter hoofsteps climbing the staircase, followed by Cadance’s and then his dad’s. All three of them. Climbing the stairs.

Oh, no.

Cadance finally caved and told his mom and dad what Shining did. What he said. A lump falls in his stomach. Oh, crap. He’s going to be in so much trouble!

He gulps, tries not to panic.

The hoofsteps stop halfway up the stairs. He hears another squeak—this time from Cadance, not the stair—and then a quiet grunt. His mom saying something as she climbs the rest of the stairs. More squeaking, and a grunt from dad. And a repeating thumping sound from the stairs. A hoof scraping down the railing.

What—

His mom’s hoofsteps stop in front of his door.

Oh, shoot! He flings the blankets over himself and rolls to face the wall just as his door creaks open.

“Shining?” his mom whispers.

He freezes, holding his breath. There’s no way he’s fooled her. She always knows. This is the point where his mom tells him, in her gentle but firm mothering voice, that they need to talk. He hears Cadance from the hallway, and it sounds like she’s whimpering. Whatever’s happening out there isn’t normal. He should just fess up and get it over with.

But he can’t bring himself to say anything. His mom waits for a moment, then sighs and says, “Get some sleep, Shiny. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

The door clicks shut. Even though they both know he’s awake and hasn’t fooled her, Shining waits a few moments just in case, then exhales and looks back at the door. He can see her hooves silhouetted in the sliver of hallway light.

She walks back to the stairs, and says, “Cadance, dear?”

Cadance squeals, then says, panting, “Uh, yes? Ma’am?”

“Why are your feathers covering my son’s floor?”

Shining’s heart stops. Sure enough, there’s a sprinkling of purple-tipped pink feathers sitting in front of him. Stupid! He ignites his horn and starts picking them up, one by one, even though it’s far too late.

Cadance answers something, but her voice is muffled.

“What was that, dear?”

“I . . . I can explain—”

A slap of flesh, and a muffled yelp.

Shining drops the feathers in shock. Did mom hit her?

“I’m sure you can,” mom says lightly. “Come on, Nighty. We’ve got plenty of time.”

Shining winces. Oh, crap. They’re really mad.

A few more seconds, then Cadance and dad continue up the stairs. Cadance’s steps are uneven and mixed with his dad’s. They walk right past Shining’s door, and he can hear them clearly: Cadance grunting, her wings thumping against the walls and rattling their family pictures. Another groan. Cursing. Cadance’s steps unbalanced and uneven. His dad grunting out: “ . . . ha . . . your coltfriend doesn’t . . . ” and his mom wondering: “ . . . did you two have fun tonight?” and Cadance whimpering: “ . . . me, please, oh, shit, don’t . . . ” and his dad again: “ . . . can’t walk tomorrow . . . ”

Shining gulps. They’re going to discipline Cadance? Instead of him? It’s not her fault! He’s the one that begs her to fool around with him.

After a few more grunts and thumps they stagger the rest of the way down the hall, past Twilight’s room, to his parent’s bedroom. One of them slams the door shut, rather loudly.

Cadance cries out. She needs him! He leaps out of bed and rushes to the door, determined to save her.

Then his parents’ bed starts squeaking.

Oh.

Shining grips the doorknob for balance and gasps for breath. His heart is racing. He can feel his face flushing, his eyes watering. When he manages to hold his ragged breathing for a whole second he can hear his dad grunting and Cadance squealing and his mom moaning. Urgh. Now he’s going to be sick.

His parents are having sex with his girlfriend. They’re fucking her. And he’s pretty sure they know she’s with Shining, unless his dad was referring to some other coltfriend. They’re not being particularly quiet. If Shining were the one having sex behind somepony’s back, he’d be paranoid, trying to make as little noise as possible. His mom and dad don’t seem to care about anything other than making her moan louder.

She’s not fighting back, of course. Except for when she plays with Shining, Cadance is a true princess. She’s polite and friendly and accommodating enough that she’ll allow two grown adult ponies to molest her without complaint. And his parents are nice ponies, too. In fact, they’re so nice that Cadance can’t help but agree with them, and thank them, and beg them for more.

But what really hurts is that he’s not angry. He should be. He knows he should be yelling and cursing. His dad is betraying him. Cadance is betraying him. But listening to his parents both teasing and satisfying her, imagining them curled around her, abusing her body, imagining her helpless from pleasure—He hangs his head and spies, between his legs, a throbbing, dripping erection. Traitor. He doesn’t want to yell and curse at them. He wants to watch. He wants to come.

He stares at the wall. Even through two closed doors she sounds beautiful. He may not be the one doing it, but her voice is like a symphony. Shining presses his ear against the door, imagining exactly what they’re doing to her. Trying to figure out how to make that same music, so she won’t need them anymore. But she won’t even give him the chance to try.

He sniffs, turns and slumps back against the door, knocks his head against it.

The door knocks back.

Shining yelps and leaps away, falling on his rump. He clamps one forehoof over his mouth, pulls a pillow over his erection with the other, and holds his breath.

“Shiny?” Twilight’s voice hisses.

Twilight? What’s she doing up at this hour? Can she hear what their parents are doing? Of course she can. Twilight’s room is between his and his parents’, and their squeaking bed is surprisingly loud. Go back to bed! he thinks as loudly as he can.

“Shining, can I come in? I can’t sleep.” She waits a moment. “I know you’re up.”

He gulps. “Ye—yeah.” He wipes at his eyes, trying to act natural.

Her magic wraps around the doorknob and Twilight lets herself in, closes the door behind herself. “Thank Celestia,” she mutters, yawning. Twilight walks past him without a glance and hops atop his bed, sits against his pillows. “It’s much quieter in here. Can you believe them? It’s—” She glares over her shoulder, thumps on the wall, and yells, “It’s a school night!”

“Twilight!” Shining hisses, aghast, staring up at her.

His parents and Cadance don’t seem to notice or care, judging from the muffled sounds coming from their room. Unsurprisingly; Twilight’s room is between them.

Twilight rolls her eyes. “Hmph. Did they wake you up too?”

Shining shakes his head.

“Oh? Normally you’re asleep by now. Why are you still up?” She looks over at his desk. “I know you weren’t studying.”

Shining looks away. “I dunno. Couldn’t sleep.”

Twilight yawns and leans forward, drapes her forelegs off the edge of the bed. “Were you thinking about Cadance? Hmm?”

He inhales. “No!”

“Uh huh.” Twilight cocks an eyebrow, and points at his waist. “So that boner you’re trying to hide is from mom and dad, then?”

He squeaks and holds the pillow tighter. “Twilight!”

“And those feathers?”

“Oh, crap!” He lunges forward, tumbling over his pillow trying to collect them.

“Relax, Shiny,” Twilight teases, plucking a couple of Cadance’s feathers with her magic and suspending them just out of his reach. “I don’t care if you and Cadance fuck.”

“Twilight!” he admonishes without thinking.

She rolls her eyes. “Sorry. What meant is, I don’t care if you and Cadance have special mommy-and-daddy time.” She gathers up all of Cadance’s feathers and drops them on his head.

“You . . . you know what we’ve been doing?” he asks, messing up his hair to get the feathers out.

“Shiny, everypony in this house knows what you and Cadance get up to.” She taps the wall behind her. “I can usually hear you two.”

“Oh, crap,” he hisses. Cadance is going to kill him. “I told her I’d keep it a secret. Wait—How do mom and dad know? We don’t, um, do that when they’re home.”

Twilight snorts. “She obviously tells them. You think mom and dad can’t tell? You keep ogling her and sneaking glances at her when you think no one will notice. And we all notice. It’s cute, really. I think mom just doesn’t want to embarrass you, so they don’t say anything when you’re around. But you are disgustingly adorable together. I bet you two fuck like cotton candy tastes.”

Shining leans way back, stares at her. This isn’t his sister. She’s been replaced with some other Twilight that swears and talks about boners and isn’t grossed out by the thought of Shining and their sitter sleeping together. The only part this imposter got right was Twilight’s annoying persistence. “Twilight!”

“What? You are.” She stares down at him, head tilted. “You do, don’t you?”

Also, the real Twilight’s always right. Not this one.

He gulps. “Of course, we, uh—” He’s terrible at bluffing. “No, we haven’t, um, done that. I mean, we fool around, but—” Oh, crap, this is so hard. “I had kinda hoped we could . . . lose our virginity . . . together . . . ” he trails off, looking at the floor, unwilling to see Twilight’s disappointed face. He feels embarrassed just saying it. Feels like a loser. It’s a dead dream. His parents are taking her virginity as he sits there, feeling sorry for himself. She clearly wasn’t saving herself for him. What an idiot. Why, she might not even have been a virgin before tonight. He never even thought to ask.

He blinks, wipes his eyes, takes a deep breath.

Twilight doesn’t say anything. When Shining looks up she looks shocked. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I know it’s wrong, I just—I think I love her!”

Twilight slowly shakes her head. “Shiny . . . Cadance isn’t a virgin.”

He scowls. “Thanks. I kinda figured that out already,” he says, waving at the wall. “You don’t need to rub it in—”

“Oh, Shining,” Twilight says, sliding off the bed to sit beside him. Ignoring his erection, she leans against his shoulder and wraps her hooves around him. A surprisingly gentle sister hug, given how cranky she is. It’s nice, and for a moment he doesn’t think about Cadance or his parents or sex. He sniffles. She squeezes harder.

Then she says, “Shining, mom and dad have been fucking Cadance since she started sitting us. I thought you knew.”

Oh.

She rubs firm, reassuring circles on his back. “You didn’t know? Really?” She leans back. “Shining—they’re not exactly quiet.”

“I didn’t know,” he mumbles. “I thought—”

“Shining,” she says, flatly, “You’re a little brother to her. She doesn’t love you. She’s really nice and friendly and fun to play with and I know she cares about you but she’s actually kind of a whore.”

Shining gasps and shoves her out of the way. “Don’t say that! You’re lying!”

Twilight scowls. “What? She is. Listen to her.” Twilight points at the wall, through which they can hear their parents’ bed squeaking. Every few moments one of his parents does something and she cries out. “Does she sound like a Princess to you?”

Of course she does!

Shining looks at the floor. Twilight seems to know everything that goes on in this house. He taps his hooves together. “How long have they been . . . ”

“Fucking Cadance? Like I said, I’m pretty sure it was the first night she was over. ”

His jaw drops, and he stares at Twilight. “The first night?!”

Twilight gives him a sad smile. “Yeah. And probably every night since. I’m usually asleep, so I guess I don’t really know, but Cadance likes to share. I got to hear all about it. They came home late, drunk and giggling after their date, and started flirting with Cadance, and—”

“Yeah. I get it,” Shining says, hoping he sounds disgusted instead of fascinated.

Twilight’s eyes narrow. “Do you?” she presses.

Oops. “Of course. They probably kissed a bunch, and touched each other, and . . . had sex?” he winces. Shining needs to stop falling for her traps.

Twilight grins, but it’s a menacing grin.

“Oh, yes. They had sex. But you don’t want to know about that, right? You wouldn’t want to hear all the gross, nasty details about how dad and mom fucked your sweet, young, wide-eyed fillyfriend into a sloppy whore—right?”

No. Not even a little. It’s bad enough that Shining can’t be Cadance’s first. But having to hear about his own parents having sex with the mare he adores? About his lover choosing other ponies to satisfy her needs? Narrated by his little sister? What a ridiculous—“Celestia, yes! Tell me.”

“I thought so.” Twilight climbs back onto his bed, settles against the wall, and pats the bed for him to join. “Well, let’s see . . . ”